13: Chapter 13 A Gentle Married Woman, A Deadly Debt of Two Million

Lin Yuan stood on the balcony, watching the bustling construction site below, and gave instructions in a calm tone.

"You go over there first. While you're at it, stop by the mall and buy a few sets of men's clothes for me to change into, including underwear."

Su Xiaonuan gripped her phone, her cheeks flushing red to her ears in an instant, her heart beating like a drum being pounded frantically.

Buy... buy underwear?!

What does Boss Lin mean by this?

He's even entrusting me with this kind of thing—could it be... could it be that he already thinks of me in that kind of relationship?

[Ding! Target Su Xiaonuan (Charm 87), Favorability +1%, Current Favorability: 44%!]

In the afternoon, at the "Aoligei" Gym in Jiangcheng.

Inside the VIP training room, heavy breathing and the dull thuds of impact intertwined.

Having received the one million, Qin Yumo displayed absolute professional integrity.

She canceled all her other clients and completely transformed into a devilish instructor.

"Bang!"

Lin Yuan delivered a whip kick onto the specially-made kick pad.

Qin Yumo braced her arms tightly against the kick pad, her entire body forced back half a meter by the terrifying power, her feet leaving black friction marks on the rubber floor.

She shook her numb arms and looked at Lin Yuan, who was barely even out of breath in front of her, her eyes filled with shock.

From kicking and cracking the wall padding at the beginning, to finally being able to precisely focus his power on the surface of the kick pad, it had only taken one afternoon.

"That's it for today."

Lin Yuan retracted his leg and glanced at the clock on the wall.

He could feel that the surging power within his body was gradually integrating into his instincts.

A few more training sessions, and he would have complete control.

Qin Yumo sat slumped on the floor, relieved, gulping down mineral water.

In the evening, the setting sun stained the streets of Jiangcheng blood-red.

Lin Yuan and Qin Yumo, who had changed into casual clothes, took a taxi to the Rose Garden Residential Area.

In the car, Qin Yumo turned her head.

"How did you train that explosive power of yours? It's even fiercer than many heavyweight athletes."

Lin Yuan didn't look at her, his gaze fixed outside the window.

"Talent."

He paused.

"Your right leg's power is about twenty percent weaker than your left. Just now, when you kicked the pad, your body subconsciously tilted to the left."

Lin Yuan said in a flat tone.

"An old injury on the inside of your thigh?"

Qin Yumo's expression turned cold instantly.

"Some things are not for you to know."

Lin Yuan didn't press the issue.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knee.

The two got out of the car.

Just as they walked into the entrance of the residential area, a sharp cry and a man's cursing broke the evening silence.

"Li Hongda! You can't take this money! This is your daughter's tuition for next semester!"

Beside the green belt of the Rose Garden Residential Area, a woman was clutching a man's thigh tightly, weeping heart-wrenchingly.

The woman was wearing a homey cotton dress, her hair disheveled, but her features were delicate and her skin was glowing white.

She was in her early thirties, with a plump figure and a gentle, soft temperament that suggested she had been sheltered from the outside world.

The man whose thigh she was clutching had a face full of malice and deep-set eye sockets.

He mercilessly kicked the woman in the shoulder.

"Get lost! If I don't pay them back tonight, they're going to chop my hands off! Why should that money-losing brat even go to school!"

The woman was kicked and fell to the ground, and the man grabbed the canvas bag in his hand and turned to leave.

"Stop!"

Qin Yumo, who was walking in front, saw the woman's face, and her rage shot straight to her head.

Wang Ya.

Her neighbor.

She often sent homemade side dishes to Qin Yumo, who lived alone, and had a gentle and kind personality.

Seeing Wang Ya being domestically abused, Qin Yumo couldn't hold back any longer.

She lunged forward in one stride, blocking Li Hongda, who was about to flee.

"Put the bag down!"

Li Hongda's eyes were red, like a mad dog backed into a corner:

"Don't stick your nose in other people's business, you stinking bitch! Get lost!"

He raised his fist and swung it at Qin Yumo's face.

Qin Yumo's eyes turned cold.

Dealing with a scumbag like this, whose body had been hollowed out by booze and lust, she lifted her leg and delivered a front kick, striking first by striking second, landing a heavy blow on Li Hongda's abdomen.

Li Hongda screamed, fell backward, and crashed hard onto the concrete.

The canvas bag slipped from his hand and rolled away.

Qin Yumo was just about to step forward and completely dislocate the scumbag's arm.

"Don't..."

Wang Ya, behind her, groaned in pain.

Qin Yumo paused.

Li Hongda took advantage of this gap to scramble up, roared vindictively, "You just wait!" and then fled the residential area like a stray dog.

Throughout the whole process, Lin Yuan stood three meters away with his hands in his pockets.

In the one year of the apocalypse, he had seen too many scenes a hundred times more disgusting than this.

"Sister Ya, are you okay?"

Qin Yumo said, feeling distressed as she helped Wang Ya brush the dirt off her body.

Wang Ya hugged the recovered canvas bag tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, her body still trembling violently.

"Thank you... Xiao Qin... If it weren't for you..."

Wang Ya began to sob intermittently.

"He's gone crazy... He listened to his friend's nonsense and went into some pharmaceutical agency business, mortgaging our house behind my back and taking out a high-interest loan to hoard stock..."

"Then they had a crackdown, and all the goods got stuck in his hands; he didn't dare to sell them at all..."

"Now the loan sharks come to our door every day to collect; with the interest rolling, it's already reached two million..."

Lin Yuan had originally taken a step to leave.

Hearing the words "pharmaceutical agency" and "crackdown," he stopped.

Su Xiaonuan had gone to procure supplies, but progress in the pharmaceutical sector was slow.

Large quantities of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs were strictly regulated, and it was impossible to get even a few boxes through ordinary channels.

But in the apocalypse three months later, when the zombie virus ravaged the world and water sources were contaminated, even a small scratch could lead to a fatal infection.

At that time, a box of Amoxicillin would be enough to trade for a woman's first night.

Lin Yuan pulled back the foot he had stepped out with.

He turned around and walked over to Wang Ya.

Under Qin Yumo's astonished gaze, he crouched down and looked Wang Ya, who was still trembling, in the eye.

"The goods your husband hoarded, are they anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics?"

Wang Ya felt a shiver in her heart under his gaze, and she subconsciously nodded:

"Yes... it's a large batch of foreign trade Cephalosporin and Amoxicillin..."

Qin Yumo, standing to the side, opened her mouth slightly.

What is this bastard doing?!

He had cold-bloodedly squeezed her for four hours in the gym without even giving her a smile.

Now that he sees a beautiful, weak housewife, his tone changes?

Qin Yumo looked down at herself; her own pectoral muscles weren't bad either.

Screech—!!!

Three ear-piercing brake sounds suddenly tore through the silence of the residential area.

Three gray vans drove straight onto the green belt, blocking the middle of the road, trapping the three of them.

The van doors slid open with a "rattle."

A dozen or so tattooed thugs, carrying steel pipes and baseball bats, filed out.

Residents walking nearby saw this and screamed, scattering in fear.

The few security guards who rushed over didn't even dare to let out a peep.

The leader was a burly man with a buzz cut and a tiger descending the mountain tattooed on his entire right arm.

He tapped his palm with his baseball bat, his gaze passing directly over Lin Yuan and Qin Yumo, landing unscrupulously on Wang Ya's curvaceous figure.

He licked his lips with his tongue and said:

"Where is that kid Li Hongda? Didn't he call us to come over?"

The tattooed man pointed his baseball bat at Wang Ya.

Wang Ya answered tremblingly: "I don't know..."

"You're his wife, how could you not know?"

"Debts must be paid; it's only natural. You'll just have to come with me to cover the interest first; that kid will show up eventually."

The tattooed man spat, then waved his hand directly, "Get her in the car!"

Wang Ya turned pale with fright, screamed, and hid behind Qin Yumo.

Qin Yumo's brows furrowed into a frown, her muscles tensing up.

"In broad daylight, you dare to kidnap someone?!" Qin Yumo shouted angrily.

The tattooed man looked at Qin Yumo as if she were an idiot and sneered:

"Trying to be a busybody, are you? Take this redhead along too; we just happen to need some new faces."

A dozen or so thugs grinned viciously, raising their steel pipes and approaching step by step.

Qin Yumo set up her fighting stance, ready to face them.

However.

A hand pressed onto her shoulder.

Qin Yumo was stunned and turned her head.

Lin Yuan slowly walked out from behind her.

"Step back."

"Just in time to see the results of this afternoon's training."