Love You Till the End Chapter 2: The Dead Gambler, Unreliable!

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Previously on Love You Till the End...
Shen Cheng visited Shi Yu, but was forcefully pulled into his apartment and attacked. Her struggle was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, revealing Tang Yan. In the confusion, Shen Cheng slapped Shi Yu again and left.
"Shen Zhongming! You incorrigible gambling addict, you are utterly unreliable!" As soon as she returned home, Shen Cheng's loud scolding began. Her father, the gambling addict, was found squatting on the floor, meticulously cleaning his various gambling paraphernalia with a rag. He merely glanced up at his furious daughter and offered a sheepish grin, "My dear girl, what is the matter?" "What is the matter?" Shen Cheng angrily tossed a book aside, "You declared that person to possess an IQ lower than a stone and to be brain-damaged, someone easily duped, didn't you? I mean, couldn't you be a tad more dependable?" "What, did you succeed or not?" Shen Zhongming set down the items in his hands, his curiosity piqued about the outcome. "I got it..." Shen Cheng managed a strained smile, "Not at all!" "You even falter sometimes?" As if hearing the world's greatest jest, Shen Zhongming erupted into laughter. Shen Cheng shot him a venomous glare, "Hey, can't you improve even slightly? Gambling, gambling, gambling, that's all you occupy yourself with day in and day out!" "If your old man didn't gamble, how would he have honed you into such a cunning trickster?" While speaking of this, Shen Zhongming appeared rather proud. Shen Cheng rolled her eyes at him, turned abruptly, and slammed her bedroom door shut. Facing the mirror, she rolled up her sleeves. Her arms were a tapestry of bruises, all from being pinched by that man. Frustrated, she collapsed onto her bed, cocooning herself within the blankets. Her gambling-addicted father's intelligence gathering was indeed unreliable! She hadn't managed to con any money out of them and had nearly lost herself in the process. Utterly infuriating! Confining herself within her room, Shen Cheng refused to open the door, regardless of Shen Zhongming's cajoling or scolding. With no alternative, Shen Zhongming devised a strategy. He personally prepared several dishes that bore an appealing appearance but were entirely devoid of flavor. Placing a pot of good wine on the table, he initiated his coaxing maneuver, conversing with himself as he drank, "Hmm, this wine today is truly fragrant and mellow..." Upon hearing this, Shen Cheng stormed out of her room. Her expression was cold, as if veiled in ice, and she approached with a blank face. Without hesitation, she snatched the bottle and took a large gulp. "Cough, cough..." As the alcohol descended, Shen Cheng began to cough uncontrollably. Witnessing this, Shen Zhongming couldn't suppress his laughter, "My dear girl, you're still too inexperienced to outwit me!" Shen Cheng's face flushed from the choking, and she suddenly retorted in exasperation, "Shen Zhongming, can't you ever do anything reliable?" "When has your old man ever been unreliable?" Shen Cheng, seething with rage, angrily retorted, "The wine costs five bucks a pound, and you dare call it mellow!" Upon hearing this, Shen Zhongming guffawed heartily, "Without this little trick, you wouldn't have even come out..." Before he could even finish the word 'out', Shen Cheng retreated back into her room, once again slamming the door shut. She earnestly questioned whether she was even his biological daughter. Ten o'clock at night. Shen Cheng lay in bed, restlessly turning, unable to find sleep. Suddenly, she felt a distinct warmth. A woman's intuition is remarkably keen! With a swift movement, she leaped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to investigate. Indeed, her period had arrived! After changing into fresh clothes and underwear, Shen Cheng felt utterly defeated. This was because, after a thorough search of her entire room, she could not locate a single usable sanitary pad. Casting a glance at the alarm clock on her bedside table, despair washed over her instantly. Ten past ten! At this hour, the convenience stores outside would likely be closed already... Both frustrated and anxious, she ultimately hurried out of the house. On this summer night, the heat was somewhat oppressive. Clad in a simple camisole and tight hot pants, her waist-length hair casually tied up, she exuded an incredibly alluring presence. Perhaps it was precisely this unadorned attire that drew the attention of a few unsavory individuals. On the sidewalk, a group of inebriated middle-aged men whistled and guffawed loudly.