The Nanny's Rise: Secrets in the Heart of a Tycoon's Family

In the communal laundry room, the rumble of the washing machines was like a series of dull claps of thunder.

Shen Qingqiu stared at the bundle of white clothes twisting and turning behind the glass. It was her only presentable white shirt.

The air reeked of cheap detergent, mixed with the damp smell rising from the old drains.

The clammy air crept up her ankles, making her uncomfortably draw her faded cardigan closer around herself.

With a bang, the old spring-loaded door slammed hard against the wall.

A man with a shaved head and a thick gold chain around his neck walked in with two lackeys.

Liu Biao's ill-fitting suit was stretched tight over his bulging frame, as if it might burst at any moment.

He locked the door behind him. The cramped room was instantly filled with the mixed stench of cheap tobacco and lousy cologne.

"Miss Shen, doing your laundry in here?" Liu Biao dragged over a rickety plastic stool and sat down brazenly, resting his toes against the washing machine. "Debts have to be repaid. Your dad jumped off a building, but that doesn't mean the debt can jump away too. Three hundred thousand. If you don't have the money today, you can forget using those hands to counsel anyone ever again."