Chapter Five: A Delivery Rider in Couture

Boqian offered a signed blank check. “Give me the ledger and Yan Ci's address. I'll pay your father's debt and buy whatever life you want.” “How do you know what I want?” “Poor people all want the same thing—to stop fearing tomorrow.” Jibai lifted a pen as if considering. On the check, he wrote two words: TOO LITTLE. Boqian's smile faded. “How much did Shen Yanci pay you?” “He also believed money could buy me.” Jibai pushed the check back. “At least he learns faster than you.” Footsteps approached. Yanci spoke sharply in his ear. “Passage behind the left mirror. On three.” Jibai threw the soup into the lighting controls. As the mirrors darkened, he hit the hidden door.