"Why are you home, Lu Qin? Don't you have something to do? Oh, this reminds me."
Qin Xiaoyue walked to him quickly, a hand extending. "I need some money."
Lu Qin took out his wallet and handed her a card.
Qin Xiaoyue pocketed it, intending to put it to use soon on a shopping trip.
"Spend it wisely," said Lu Qin coolly.
"I know," said Qin Xiaoyue, but in her heart, she was already thinking about what to buy later.
Exhausted, Lu Qin dragged his body back to the bedroom. He tore off his tie, but even then he felt as though a hand was around his neck, toying with his life like it's nothing.
He suddenly slammed his hands on the frame of the bed, his fists clenched so hard that he could hear the sound of bones rubbing together.
"Not like this! Not like this!" Green veins bulged on his forehead, his neck, and his hands. He couldn't let things go on like this. Not over his dead body.
