I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 23: A Weird Mansion

Zhao Yiming's words caused the three to suddenly huddle in the corner of the room, squatting like kids whispering in emergency tones.

It was a ridiculous sight. The old couple and Zhao Yiming could only stare at them blankly.

"Are these really the gang members? They look more like kids plotting a midnight snack raid" Zhao Yiming muttered, shaking his head.

Mr. Wu nodded vigorously. "Gang? Hah! They just look like brats to me!"

"Well, at least they're enthusiastic," Zhao Yiming agreed.

"Is it really okay to leave everything to them?" Madam He added, glancing worriedly at the huddled trio.

Both Zhao Yiming and Mr. Wu looked even more doubtful now.

But after a moment, the three finally stood up. Luo Yanyu turned toward them, cleared her throat, and spoke with forced seriousness.

"Ahem. You'll be meeting Madam Ruan now... and, uh, you'll need to speak for us."

Zhao Yiming's raised eyebrow. "Speak for you? Did you three lose your voices or something?"

"It's just... better if you handle the talking. Boss likes new faces," she said, avoiding eye contact.

Zhao Yiming stared at her, suspicion growing. "Ah. So I'm the sacrificial lamb. How flattering."

The three let out a collective sigh of relief, waved goodbye to the old couple, and headed out.

On the way, they all turned dead silent. Not a word was spoken. Their faces were stiff with tension—like people holding in explosive diarrhea.

Zhao Yiming, now a little nervous, glanced at them. 'What the hell? Maybe this Madam Ruan really is terrifying... What should I even say to her?'

But then he shook his head, trying to calm himself. 'No need to panic. She's just an elder auntie, no?'

'I've charmed aunties at the market with half a smile. This'll be simple' He nodded to himself, full of confidence.

They finally arrived at the old building. From the outside, it looked like a mansion—grand, aged, and long abandoned.

But strangely, the grass on the porch was neat, almost freshly trimmed.

Even more bizarre, the garden was filled with herbs: chili plants grew next to coriander, chrysanthemum bloomed beside basil, and random flowers sprouted between them.

"Huh. What a weird house," Zhao Yiming muttered, eyeing a tomato plant growing right beside a bush of chamomile.

It was like the owner had just thrown every seed they had into the dirt and prayed something would survive.

The front door was guarded by two massive men dressed entirely in black. When they saw Luo Yanyu and the rest approaching, they silently nodded and opened the door.

To Zhao Yiming's surprise... it was a casino.

The inside was huge—two floors of flashing lights and ringing machines. Tables for blackjack, poker, and mahjong lined the floor, with roulette wheels spinning in the corners.

On the stage above the grand staircase, a woman in a bright red dress sang sultry jazz, her voice floating over the crowd like silk.

Below the stairs, a bartender spun a shaker in the air, catching it with flair as the crowd applauded.

And Zhao Yiming? He was traumatized.

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The noise, the glitz, the atmosphere—it all dragged him back to his dark, wasted past. He sighed bitterly.

A sudden slap snapped him out of it.

"Oi! What are you spacing out for? Come on!" Luo Yanyu slapped his arm and dragged him along.

He blinked and nodded, shaking the daze off as she pulled him toward the second floor, toward a more private room.

But they suddenly stopped in front of one particular door—larger and more luxurious than the rest. Carved patterns lined its frame, and golden handles gleamed under the lights.

Zhao Yiming tilted his head. "The boss is in here?"

The three with him nodded furiously. Their wide eyes screamed: Please go in first!

He swallowed nervously. 'Alright, calm down. It's just an aunty. I can handle an aunty.:

He grabbed the door handle and pushed it open.

A wall of thick smoke blasted him in the face. He coughed violently.

Then—

"In you go!" Luo Yanyu shoved him inside and shut the door behind them, trapping them both with her.

A husky yet sexy voice emerged from behind the curtain of smoke. "What is it this time, Yanyu?"

"Uh... Boss, Zhao Yiming wants to pay his debt—and discuss something else with you!" Luo Yanyu blurted.

Zhao Yiming's eyes widened in shock, 'This brat! She tricked me! That's why she agreed to bring me here—damn her!'

But he did understand that debt should be paid eventually even when it wasn't him the one who wasted the money!

"Really? That coward actually came crawling back?" the woman laughed darkly. "Come closer. I can't see you both through all this smoke."

Luo Yanyu shoved him again, and both stepped forward—tense and silent—until the smoke finally thinned.

And then he saw her.

"Whoa..."

She sat elegantly behind a dark wooden desk, legs crossed, a long pipe in one hand.

She wore a deep green qipao so tight it seemed to be fighting for its life against her curves.

A high slit revealed a shapely thigh, adorned with a black orchid tattoo wrapped with a silk band.

Her lips were blood-red. Her eyes gleamed the same hue beneath dark lashes. Her green hair was pinned up with a jade hairpin, completing the look of a woman far too dangerous to be ignored.

"Well, well. Look at you, Zhao. Much better complexion than last time. Ready to pay your debt?" she asked, blowing smoke directly into his face.

"Ye-yeah! Yes, Madam!" he stammered, stiff as a board.

She chuckled, tilting her head. "It's $100,000."

Her smile was sweet, even though her words could induce cardiac arrest in most people.

But Zhao Yiming didn't flinch.

He smirked. "I'll pay. I just need to grab the money."

Before anyone could blink, he turned and swiftly left the room—and the building—pretending to head for the nearest ATM.

Out of sight, he opened the system store and bought a basic duffel bag.

Then he whispered: "Transfer $100,000 into cash."

[Purchase complete.]

He slung the bag over his shoulder and glanced around.

"Transfer $100,000 into cash."

[The money in your wallet is less than $100,000.]

[Do you want to replace the deficit with Affinity Points?]

"Yes, just do it!"

[Processing...]

[Transferring $100,000 into cash...]

[Transfer complete!]

[Wallet: $201]

[AP: 33,082]

The bag instantly grew heavy with bills.

Zhao Yiming grinned, turned back, and strutted into the casino like a man who owned the damn place. He kicked open the office door, walked in, and dropped the bag onto the desk with a loud thud.

"It's pay time, isn't it?"

The woman raised her brows. She opened the bag, thumbed through the money, and finally nodded.

"Good. Finally, a debtor worth something."

She leaned back in her chair, one leg draped over the other.

"So, Zhao... do you want to borrow money again?"

Before he could answer—

[Ding!]

[You've discovered another target!]

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