Chapter 90: Money‑loser, asking for a beating

Li Jiaci sat in the car by the roadside, watching Li Yonglin stagger out of the casino's back door, then he snorted coldly and drove off.

Early morning.

Pingzhou Women's University.

Li Qinglan wrapped herself in her outerwear, walked out of school with an impatient expression.

All I saw was Li Yonglin looking around in a panic, shivering beside the trash can.

Who wouldn't be annoyed having a gambler for a father?

If she could, Li Qinglan would wish she had never been born.

"What do you want from me?"

"Lanlan, help me, I'm in trouble!"

Li Yonglin looked at her, his eyes urgent.

Hearing that, Li Qinglan gave him a harsh look and turned to leave.

Such a burden, better off dead!

But before she could take a few steps, Li Yonglin suddenly rushed over, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the alley beside the school.

"You're not done, are you?"

"I don't have any extra money to give you!"

"Let go quickly, or I'll call the police!"

Li Qinglan shouted in disgust.

"Lanlan, if I weren't desperate, I wouldn't have come to you!"

"I owe the casino eight hundred thousand; they gave me only one day to pay, or they'll tear me apart!"

Li Yonglin said while rummaging through her pockets.

He pulled out a fifty-yuan bill and snatched it.

Li Qinglan could take no more and kicked him in the groin.

"Ouch, damn it!"

Li Yonglin's features twisted instantly as he clutched his lower half and howled in misery.

Taking the opportunity, Li Qinglan shoved him away and ran toward the alley's exit.

"You want to run? No way!"

Li Yonglin gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his lower half, and lunged to grab Li Qinglan's shoulders.

Seeing her hope of escape vanish, Li Qinglan was about to shout for help, but the next second Li Yonglin covered her mouth with his hand.

Li Yonglin dragged her back into the alley and threw her hard to the ground.

"If I'd known you were such a heartless bastard, I should have tossed you against the wall at the start!"

"Damn it, you dare kick my groin—don't you even think about how you came to be?"

"You uneducated wretch, today I'll properly educate you!"

Saying that, Li Yonglin whipped out a belt from his waist.

Li Qinglan's eyes widened in terror as she cried out, "No… don't!"

Smack!

The belt lashed hard across her face.

Instantly, a bright red mark appeared.

Li Qinglan covered her face, writhing on the ground in pain.

But this was only the beginning.

Smack! Smack!

The sharp sounds continued.

Li Yonglin swung the belt in his hand, his eyes vicious as he snapped, "You heartless wretch, I'm just asking for some money—not your life!"

"Dad, stop hitting, please…"

Li Qinglan dodged the belt's heavy blows all around, her body rolling in mud.

No trace remained of her earlier arrogant demeanor.

After who knows how long, Li Yonglin's breathing grew heavy.

He put the belt away, leaned against the wall to catch a few breaths, still feeling unresolved resentment, and kicked Li Qinglan in the head again.

"Damn it, money‑loser!"

"You have to repay that eight hundred thousand, whether you like it or not!"

"Otherwise I'll hand you over to the casino people to pay off your debt with your body!"

Li Qinglan curled up in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably.

She was covered in blood, the belt having split her skin and flesh.

"Where am I supposed to come up with eight hundred thousand? You might as well just beat me to death!"

"If you have no money, go borrow it from me!"

"Haven't you just hooked up with a rich sponsor?"

Li Yonglin had heard earlier that after Li Qinglan was dumped by Li Jiaci, she immediately latched onto a wealthy benefactor.

This was the perfect chance to see whether this new son‑in‑law would come through!

"Eight hundred thousand? That's nothing!"

"As long as this father‑in‑law speaks up, even eight million will come running!"

Li Qinglan said bitterly, "I don't even know any big spender..."

I don't care—just remember, you only have one day to raise the money!

If you can't raise the money, I'll go to your school and tell your classmates and teachers that your dad is a gambling addict.

I'll ruin your reputation so you can't show your face at school.

By then, how will you even apply for a spot to study abroad?

No one knows a daughter better than her father.

Li Yonglin had her weakness in his grip, and he didn't believe she'd dare refuse.

This trick indeed worked.

Going abroad was something Li Qinglan had dreamed of.

She hated Li Yonglin to the core; if she had a knife at hand right then, she would surely plunge it into his heart without hesitation.

Only if he died could she live in peace.

But the reality was that Li Yonglin could at any moment strangle her with a belt, or sell her to a gambling den to force her to pay off her debts with her body.

Hey, I'm talking to you—are you mute, damn it?

Li Yonglin's patience was short, and he slapped her hard across the face.

Smack!

Li Qinglan felt numb from the pain.

I... I understand. I'll think of a way!

That's more like it!

It'd be great if you faced the facts sooner—damn it, stop wasting my breath!

Li Yonglin gave a cold snort and fastened his belt.

Before leaving, he threatened Li Qinglan: "In a day, if I don't get the money, you'd better clean yourself up and wait to entertain clients at the gambling den!"

But before that, you'll surely be roughed up badly by the gambling den's thugs!

After Li Yonglin left,

Li Qinglan staggered to her feet, covering her face as she burst into tears.

Why is her life so miserable!

To have such an utterly wicked, despicable father!

Eight hundred thousand!

Where can she come up with it?

Suddenly, as if she'd thought of something, her sobbing cut off abruptly.

Immediately, without even wiping the blood from her body, she stumbled out of the alley, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the police station.

A moment later.

Li Qinglan appeared before Lin Niansheng.

She was covered in blood, her clothes torn to rags, her face bruised and purple in places, with several clear slap marks.

Seeing this, Lin Niansheng's face darkened.

What do you want from me?

Li Qinglan sniffed, stepped forward, placed her hands on the desk's edge, and leaned in: "Brother Lin, I'm a bit short on cash—could you lend me some?"

What pipe dream are you having? What makes you think I'd lend you anything?

Get lost, now!

Lin Niansheng glanced at his coworkers out of the corner of his eye, seething with rage but daring not to make a scene.

That move played right into Li Qinglan's hands.

A sly glint flashed in Li Qinglan's eyes as she curled her lips: "We're like grasshoppers on the same rope—we know each other's ins and outs. Aren't you afraid I might accidentally let something slip?"

I dare you to try!

Lin Niansheng, furious and flustered, slammed his fist on the table and sprang to his feet.

Bang!

The surrounding coworkers all glanced over.

"Team Leader Lin, what's going on to make you so angry?"

Lin Niansheng clenched his fists, turned, and forced a stiff smile: "Nothing, just get back to work."

Afterward, he stepped out from behind the desk, grabbed Li Qinglan's arm, and dragged her out of the police station.

"Hey, Team Leader Lin, you're hurting me!"