I fell for it after hanging out with scum

Qin Shang's eyes widened, and he was held down by the bodyguard who stepped forward, and dragged away.

Fang Zhongjing walked up the stairs without looking back.

While struggling, Qin Shang grabbed the doorknob, his hands trembling slightly because of fear, and stared at Fang Zhongjing's leaving back.

Fang Zhongjing really wanted his life this time.

Qin Shang panicked and shouted in distress: "Young Master Fang!"

The bodyguard broke off Qin Shang's fingers one by one, and dragged him out of the door.

Qin Shang almost cried, "No, don't do this to me!"

Jiang Qiao came down from the stairs, saw the scene in front of him, and said to Fang Zhongjing, "Brother Jing, he did these things behind your back, you can't be soft-hearted this time."

Qin Shang's miserable cry came from behind him, his anger was like a sick kitten, "I know I was wrong, I won't dare next time!"

Jiang Qiao frowned, and was about to pull Fang Zhongjing away when his outstretched hand flew away.

Fang Zhongjing turned around in his pockets, and the bodyguard stopped when he saw this.

Taking advantage of this gap, Qin Shang broke free from the shackles, crawled to Fang Zhongjing's feet, grabbed his trousers tremblingly, and whimpered softly: "I dare not, give me another chance."

Fang Zhongjing was condescending and looked at him coldly.

Jiang Qiao interjected: "Brother Jing, once there is a second time, don't be fooled by him."

Qin Shang burst into tears, looking pitiful, "Please, let me go this time."

Fang Zhongjing bent down and wiped the tears off Qin Shang's cheeks, "It's late..."

Qin Shang was out of breath from crying and shook his head.

Fang Zhongjing said softly: "You should thank me for giving you a break in advance."

"Anyway, I'm going to die sooner or later, so I'll send you on my way earlier so that you will suffer less pain, wouldn't it be good?"

Qin Shang grabbed Fang Zhongjing's pants and refused to let go, like a dog unwilling to be abandoned by its master.

Qin Shang choked: "I will be obedient in the future, stay at home and not go anywhere."

Fang Zhongjing repeated: "Aren't you going anywhere?"

Qin Shang nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face.

Jiang Qiao's eyes showed a bit of resentment, and he said to Fang Zhongjing, "He must be lying to you."

Fang Zhongjing stared at Qin Shang for a while, then waved his hand, and the bodyguard left the villa.

Fang Zhongjing wiped away the blood from the corner of Qin Shang's mouth, "Why should I believe your words?"

Qin Shang stuck to Fang Zhongjing's body, weeping uncontrollably: "You can punish me however you want, don't send me to euthanasia."

Fang Zhongjing pried Qin Shang's lips open, and slipped his bloody thumb between his teeth, "Is that why you want to live?"

Qin Shang could only nod his head.

Jiang Qiao wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Fang Zhongjing raising his hand.

He raised the corner of his mouth, "Then let's play a game."

He took the dice cup from under the tea table, shook it twice in his hand, and placed it on the table.

"If you can guess the number inside, I'll keep you." Fang Zhongjing said, "If you guess wrong..."

The outcome is self-evident.

Qin Shang's heart skipped a beat.

The dice has six sides, and his chance of guessing correctly is only one in six.

The atmosphere in the villa suddenly became tense.

Fang Zhongjing withdrew his hand, sat on the sofa, took out a cigar from the box, "Choose..."

Qin Shang stared at the dice cup, sweat streaming down his back.

The air was silent for a long time.

Fang Zhongjing cut off the eggplant cap and lit the fire, "I don't have that much patience."

Qin Shang took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Three..."

Jiang Qiao stepped forward to open the dice cup, but Fang Zhongjing said, "Housekeeper, come here."

Jiang Qiao clenched his fists tightly and retreated unwillingly.

Fang Zhongjing, smoking a cigar, raised his head and exchanged a glance with the housekeeper.

The butler bowed his head and walked to the coffee table.

Qin Shang stared at the butler's movements in shock. He opened the dice cup, glanced at it, closed it again, and walked back to Fang Zhongjing's side.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the butler respectfully reported: "Young Master Fang, it's three."

Qin Shang collapsed and gasped for breath, not noticing the flash of complexity in Jiang Qiao's eyes.

Fang Zhongjing took a sip of his cigar, with no expression of joy or anger on his face, "It's really lucky..."

The butler took the dice cup and stepped back. When he reached the corner, he opened the lid again.

The number above is six.

Fang Zhongjing looked at Qin Shang at his feet, and said in a deep voice, "Since you stayed, you should be punished for your mistakes."

Qin Shang didn't speak, just sat on the ground with his head down and coughed, as if waiting for a trial.

Holding the cigar between his fingers, Fang Zhongjing turned to Jiang Qiao and said, "Tell me, how will you punish him this time?"