Selling Yourself to Pay Your Gambling Debts: The Rich and the Young Buy a Wife

As night fell, a group of uninvited guests wearing suits, sunglasses, and bearded men poured into the small home.

Wang Yue'er stumbled and almost fell down. Fortunately, she was supported by a table and she managed to regain her footing.

The group of people came in and without saying a word, they forced Wang Yaowen's head on the table.

His face was almost deformed.

"Who are you?" His voice was trembling even at the end of the question.

I knew clearly where these people were coming from, but I still couldn't help asking for more information.

Wang Yue'er covered her face with her hands, shook her head, and yelled: "Let go of my dad!"

"Hmph! If he brings us 300,000 yuan with interest, we will let him go!" The leader said to Wang Yue'er fiercely.

"What? Three or three hundred thousand?" Her eyes widened in shock.

His eyes instantly turned red.

I knew my father owed gambling debts, but I didn't expect he owed so much money.

Three hundred thousand? How can a twenty-year-old girl get it?

"Dad, are they telling the truth? Do you really owe a huge sum of 300,000 yuan?" Wang Yue'er supported the table and was unsteady for a while.

Wang Yaowen looked remorseful, but the mistake had been made and could never be undone.

"Yue'er, only you can save daddy!" His beautiful daughter became his only hope for turning around.

"Stop talking nonsense to him. This kind of person won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. Let's cut off one of his fingers first!" The man who looked the most impatient among the group of people flew over and picked up the dagger in his hand.

Then he stabbed Wang Yaowen on the back of his hand where he was pressed on the table.

Wang Yaowen let out a ghost-like scream, and Wang Yue'er on the side took a breath and burst into tears.

"Stop! Don't hurt my dad!" She roared angrily and sadly.

She also knew that shouting these words meant that her future destiny would no longer be as she wished.

"Give me some time! I promise to pay you back! Just don't hurt my father." Wang Yue'er didn't know where she got the courage to say these words.

"Empty words! Put your words in words! If you don't pay back three hundred thousand within three days, your father will be dead!" The leader fiercely threw a piece of paper on the table. "Put your fingerprints!"

Wang Yue'er looked at her father impatiently, bit her lip, and walked forward with heavy steps. Her hands were shaking and her body was trembling.

"Hurry up! We don't have much time!" the leader urged impatiently.

With a cruel heart, her thumb was stained with red marks and she pressed heavily on the paper.

My father finally escaped death temporarily, and the group of uninvited guests walked out of the door with paper promises.

Wang Yue'er immediately collapsed on the ground, staring at the old door with dull eyes.

"Yue'er, Dad, I'm sorry! Dad is really sorry for you!" Wang Yaowen was so frightened that he rolled over and crawled over.

She spread her arms and wanted to hug her daughter, but was pushed away by Wang Yuer.

"I hope that after this time, you can really change your past!" She seemed to have made a decision, and her eyes became determined.

Although he looks strong, he is so heart-wrenching.

"Definitely, dad will definitely change, as long as you help me this time!" Wang Yaowen held Wang Yuer's arm tightly.

"Alas!" Long sighs kept echoing back and forth in the narrow hall.

Not being able to control your own destiny is nothing more than the saddest thing in life.

She has fallen into complete despair.