Sensual Temptation: I Stumble into Gambling and Get into the Gray Market

Good news: A stunning rich woman who drives a Porsche has taken a liking to me.

Bad news: She seems to have a serious problem. She loves watching me go from heaven to hell.

On the first day, she gave me ten thousand yuan to play dice.

I was winning like crazy. I felt like the God of Gambling!

Then she joined in and wiped me out in three rounds, coolly saying, “Lesson one: never trust luck.”

On the second day, she took me to play Texas hold'em and gave me two hundred thousand yuan in chips.

I kept winning and beat everyone at the table. I felt like the God of Gambling, Pro Plus!

Then she gave me a look, and after I went all in, I ran into a royal flush and lost down to my last pair of underwear. She sneered, “Lesson two: never think too highly of yourself.”

On the third day, I had nothing left and owed her a huge pile of money.

I thought she was going to kick me out, but instead she tossed me a suit. “Put it on. From today on, you belong to me. You lost my money, so you'll spend the rest of your life paying me back.”

(My inner thoughts: ...Sis, isn't that interest rate a little outrageous?)

From then on, everyone at the Nightingale Club knew I was the man Queen Su “doted on” most.

Only I knew that she looked at me like a mad dog she had trained herself, one she was ready to unleash on all her enemies.