My Possessive Boss Is Unexpectedly Needy - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Silent Debt

“Yu Zining, who gave you permission to go out? Answer me!”

A bottle flew through the air with a violent force. With a loud thud, it shattered against Yu Zining’s head. A streak of bright red blood immediately began to flow down his forehead.

Yu Zining stood frozen at the doorway. He was used to this; he had long since become numb. Faced with his mentally ill mother’s violent outbursts, he was utterly powerless.

He didn’t know what this woman had been through. He only knew that the dress he was wearing and the long-haired wig on his head were all her doing. Since he was a child, she had dressed him as a girl, refusing to let him be a boy. As he grew older and his voice began to deepen, she went as far as forbidding him from speaking at all.

Yu Zining slowly knelt down and began picking up the glass shards from the floor.

The woman froze for a moment. Suddenly, she rushed toward him with a look of frantic pity. Cupping his face in her trembling hands, she stammered, “Ning… Ningning, you’re bleeding. What happened? Let Mommy wipe it away for you.”

As she spoke, she began rubbing the wound with her sleeve.

Yu Zining’s dull eyes darkened. He didn’t know when this life would ever come to an end.

…

Meanwhile, his father, Yu Yuemin, was enjoying himself at the “Hall of Pleasure”—the largest gambling den in H-City.

“Oh dear… how am I out of money again?”

Yu Yuemin’s eyes were bloodshot. His fingers gripped the edge of the table so hard he looked ready to claw through the wood. He had been here for two days and nights straight. He’d won a few rounds at the start and drank a lot of alcohol, but as the drinking and gambling continued, his funds had completely vanished.

Sitting across from him was a man known as Lao Liu, who gave Yu Yuemin a sharp whistle.

“Hey, old man. You’ve already lost six million. The rule at ‘Pleasure’ is no credit. When are you paying up?”

Lao Liu took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke drifting through the private suite.

Hearing this, Yu Yuemin crawled toward Lao Liu with a fawning smile. “Brother Liu, Brother Liu, look… I didn’t bring that much cash with me today. But don’t worry, just give me a few more days, and I’ll pay you back immediately.”

Lao Liu’s brow furrowed, and he kicked Yu Yuemin hard, sending him sprawling to the floor. He leaned over, looking down at Yu Yuemin with pure contempt. “Old man, I was the one who vouched for you and let you keep playing after you hit the one-million mark because you’re a regular. Now you’re pulling this on me? ‘Didn’t bring money’? Call your family and tell them to bring the cash, otherwise, you know the consequences!”

Lao Liu gave a cold snort and walked out of the suite.

Panic seized Yu Yuemin. He scrambled to take out his phone and dialed Yu Zining’s number.

“Ningning, get to ‘Pleasure’ right now! If you don’t come, your father is a dead man!”

…

In the Presidential Suite of the “Hall of Pleasure,” a man sat in a black suit. His long legs were crossed, and his cold, handsome face showed not a hint of warmth as he slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. The women surrounding him didn’t dare approach; they stood at a distance, pouring wine and lighting cigarettes, afraid to step an inch out of line.

The door slid open. A woman walked in and bowed her head, followed by Lao Liu.

The moment Lao Liu met the man’s gaze, a chill ran down his spine, as if he had been plunged into the arctic. His knees went weak, and he instantly dropped to the floor before the man.

“Mr… Mr. Lu.”

The man before him was Lu Yeyan, a titan of the business world in Country A. Despite his young age, he had the power to turn the tides of the nation with a single hand. To outsiders, he was a terrifying figure—a cold-blooded animal devoid of emotion.

His eyes, which resembled those of a serpent, had fueled rumors that he was bloodthirsty and operated on both sides of the law. YIY Group was his empire, and “Pleasure” was merely a small entertainment venue under his vast umbrella. Lao Liu had no idea what wind had blown this “god of death” to his doorstep today.

Lu Yeyan didn’t speak. Instead, his secretary, Shen Ziqi, asked, “Manager Liu, President Lu noticed a sudden six-million-dollar deficit on the books today. You know the rules of this establishment, so he’s here to ask for an explanation.”

Lao Liu’s body shook. He had no choice but to tell the truth. “It’s that… that Yu Yuemin. He claimed he’d struck it rich and insisted on playing. Who knew he… but don’t worry, he’s already called his family to bring the money.”

Lao Liu’s voice trembled as he spoke. Yu Yuemin was a regular, and Liu knew his situation well. However, since Yu Yuemin actually had cash the past two days, Liu assumed he really had come into some money. Now, he was starting to regret it.

Lu Yeyan’s eyes narrowed. He spoke coldly: “Bring them directly to me.”

…

When Lao Liu walked out of the suite, his back was soaked with sweat. Six million was pocket change to a man like Lu Yeyan. Usually, the higher-ups turned a blind eye to Lao Liu letting people play on credit—why was the boss being so meticulous today?

Lao Liu could only chalk it up to bad luck.

…

Yu Zining rushed into Yu Yuemin’s private room, only to see his father sitting disheveled on the floor. When Yu Yuemin saw Yu Zining, his eyes lit up as if he’d seen the light of salvation. He lunged forward and grabbed Yu Zining by the shoulders.

“Ningning, save me! You know how ‘Pleasure’ handles things. They’ll really kill me!”

Yu Zining gestured with his hands: How much do you owe?

Ever since his mentally unstable mother had forbidden him from speaking, he hadn’t uttered a word. To the outside world, he was a mute.

Yu Yuemin lowered his head and muttered, “Six… six million!”

Yu Zining looked at his father in shock. He gestured frantically: I secretly work several jobs every day. You took thirty thousand from me just the day before yesterday. How did you gamble it all away? And how do you owe this much?

Seeing Yu Zining try to reason with him, Yu Yuemin’s temper flared. He pointed a finger at Yu Zining’s nose and snapped, “You little brat, I’ve raised you all this time, this is the least you can do! Do you want to watch me die?”

He grabbed Yu Zining by the collar. The frail Yu Zining was hoisted up like a small chick.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Lao Liu walked in, his face grim.

Yu Yuemin instantly began groveling. He pushed Yu Zining aside and looked at Lao Liu with a sycophantic grin.

“Brother Liu, hehe… this… this girl didn’t bring enough money, you see…”

He was a bit unsure how to introduce Yu Zining. When he had first brought the boy home, it was solely to appease his mentally ill wife—he had raised him as a daughter from the start.

Lao Liu sighed. “Yu Yuemin, go explain yourself to our CEO.”

Several bodyguards appeared behind him, seizing both Yu Yuemin and Yu Zining.

Yu Yuemin froze. The CEO? Wasn’t that the legendary demon—Lu Yeyan?

Before he could react, they were thrown into Lu Yeyan’s suite.

Yu Zining slowly lifted his head. His eyes instantly met the gaze of the man sitting above. For some reason, he felt the man’s eyes scanning slowly across his body.