Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 426 Lu Bingxian in Despair

He glanced around at his fellow card players, who were now completely silent, as if seeking "justice": "I, Lin Qingyang, follow the rules! In this world, everything is about 'trust'! You think you can get your hard-earned money from me? No way!"

His eyes flashed with a cold, ruthless light, and he spoke each word with blatant humiliation and threat: "Let me tell you, Lu Bingxian, even if I make you sell yourself—you'll have to pay me back every single penny, with interest!"

"I...I...I..." Lu Bingxian was stunned by the furious words, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word except for broken syllables and gushing tears. Her mind was a complete blank, as if filled with scalding mud.

An overwhelming sense of despair nearly drowned her.

She owes Lin Qingyang far more than one million.

She had already gambled away all of her family's savings, and even secretly mortgaged all the houses without telling her family! Everything she could lose and everything she could mortgage had turned into cold bubbles on the gambling table!

At this moment, she had no more fig leaf left to use to pay off her debts!

Memories were like poisoned knives, cruelly ripping at her heart.

Initially, it was just a card game at a friend's gathering, and losing a little bit was not a big deal.

Later, in an attempt to recoup their losses, the bets grew larger and larger. Then, blinded by greed, they became obsessed, frantically borrowing money, doubling down their bets, and placing further bets...

She fantasized about a spectacular comeback that would allow her to win back everything she had lost and get her life back on track.

The results of it?

I tried and tried, but I didn't win a single game!

Every bet placed feels like pushing your family into an even deeper abyss!

It wasn't until the last chip disappeared that she was struck dumb, waking up from that crazy, chaotic nightmare!

Regretful to the core? More than that!

She wished she could gouge those hands out, and wished she could turn back time!

Drowning your sorrows in alcohol or venting through shopping are a million times better than this hopeless gambling!

But there's no going back.

The cold, hard debt was like a shackle, tightly binding her neck.

In the past two days, the thought of death has lingered in her mind countless times—wouldn't it be a relief to end it all?

But that won't work...

She shivered violently, and her tears flowed even more profusely.

Qiqi... her daughter! She just got into Nanjing University, her life has just begun! If she dies, will Lin Qingyang, that scumbag with no bottom line, let Qiqi go? Will the debts be transferred to her? How will this lonely girl face this cannibalistic world?

Immense fear and deep love for her daughter were like two forces tearing fiercely at her broken chest.

Ultimately, the last vestiges of maternal instinct overwhelmed the fear and shame.

She suddenly raised her head, and a resolute look, almost tragic, appeared on her tear-streaked face.

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted a trace of blood, then said in a hoarse voice, tinged with tears yet strangely clear, "Mr. Lin... the money was borrowed by me."

Each word seemed to be forced out of his throat: "I'll pay!"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if using all the strength she had left: "Even if... even if I have to prostitute myself... I will pay you back!"

She opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on Lin Qingyang, filled with pleading and a last shred of stubbornness: "Please keep your word! Don't touch my daughter! I beg you!"

As Lin Qingyang looked at her desperate and resigned appearance, the ferocity on his face slowly faded, replaced by a cold smile that mixed with satisfaction, contempt, and a sense of control.

He sat back down in his chair, slowly lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and then spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone full of hypocritical "magnanimity": "Paying back debts is a matter of course."

He shrugged: "As long as you pay back every penny, we'll be even."

He paused deliberately, grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, and said with a hint of mockery, "As for your daughter? Don't worry, this is a society governed by law. I, Lin Qingyang, am a legitimate businessman. Why would I harm her?"

The way he said it was incredibly sarcastic.

Lu Bingxian's tense body suddenly relaxed, as if all her bones had been removed. A huge sense of humiliation and a strange sense of "reassurance" intertwined.

She murmured repeatedly, as if trying to convince herself, or as if grasping at the last elusive straw: "That's good, that's good..."

Tears fell silently like beads from a broken string, landing on the expensive bluestone slabs beneath her feet.

She surrendered.

Ahead lay a bottomless abyss, but for her daughter's sake, she had no choice but to close her eyes and jump.

There was no way to reverse the situation, and all hope was lost.

Ye Fan coldly observed all of this. The hypocrisy of Lin Qingyang's "rule of law society", Lu Bingxian's desperate and humble resignation to her fate, and Wen Qi, who was far away at Nanjing University and unaware that her mother was falling into hell for her sake... were like a cold and cruel ukiyo-e painting unfolding before his eyes.

His fingertips tapped lightly unconsciously at his side, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The beautiful young woman who was driven to the brink by Lin Qingyang is named Lu Bingxian.

In Nanjing's high society and art circles, she was once a name of considerable influence.

Born into a true scholarly family—both parents were senior professors at a renowned university in Nanjing, with a rich family tradition of scholarship and profound cultural heritage.

She herself is an exceptionally talented dancer who once outshone all others in the highest-level national dance competition, winning the crown and causing a sensation throughout the city upon her triumphant return. She is a well-known "dance goddess" in Nanjing.

Wen Qi's amazing dance skills and extraordinary temperament are a perfect inheritance of her mother's genes and upbringing.

Her privileged background and personal achievements have allowed her to take meticulous care of herself. Even in her forties, with her daughter in college, she still possesses an astonishing amount of beauty and health.

Her skin was as white as snow, with a healthy rosy glow, showing no signs of aging; her figure was like that of a fitness model meticulously sculpted by later generations—full and proud breasts, a slender waist, a perky and rounded bottom, and a pair of perfectly proportioned, smooth-lined, long and beautiful legs.

Her figure, encased in a tight-fitting dress, was alluring and graceful, exuding the fatal charm of a mature woman, making it impossible to tell that she was already the mother of a college freshman.

Her temperament and beauty, combined with the unique charm brought by dance, meant that even after her divorce, she never lacked suitors from all walks of life.

With her own charisma and talent, Lu Bingxian founded her own dance academy after graduating from university.

The college is thriving, enjoys a stellar reputation, and generates substantial revenue.

She lives a comfortable and affluent life, and her daughter Wenqi is intelligent, beautiful, and academically successful, which is her greatest pride and comfort.

To outsiders, her life is a perfect template—a lady from a prestigious family, a renowned artist, a successful businesswoman, and an enviable single mother.