Cross-Border Coercion: The Alpha Tycoon’s Relentless Claim

Prologue

"Only a morbid possessiveness can make me feel loved."

"Yimo Qiao, don't you dare try not loving me."

"Excuse me... do you have that kind of medicine here?" A girl walked toward the black-market shop, asking timidly.

"Got it." The black-market shop owner expertly reached into the cabinet, fished around, and threw over a box of Plan B. "Fifteen dollars."

"No." Her face flushed completely crimson, wishing she could dig a hole in the ground to hide in.

Glancing at the line of text on the counter that she could understand, her voice was as faint as a trickling stream: "I'm looking for the kind... that makes one actively cooperate, no matter who the other person is... that kind of medicine..."

After speaking, she pressed her head even lower in embarrassment.

"Hiss... I have it." The owner deliberated for a moment, taking out a packet of medicine. "Remember to steep it in water and drink it five minutes before sex."

"Okay... how much is this..." She looked up, light seemingly appearing in her clear eyes.

"Fifty dollars." The shop owner held up five fingers, staring straight at her.

So expensive.

Yimo Qiao pulled out scattered dollars from her pocket and calculated carefully; the money in her hand was nowhere near fifty.

She turned her head again to peek at the flashy black luxury car parked at the entrance, reflecting a glittering golden light under the warm sun.

Would his men lend me money?

If I can't buy this medicine and displease that man... I might never be able to go home...

Her eyelashes trembled lightly as she clutched the cash tightly, as if tears would fall the next second.

"What? Didn't bring enough money?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and hummed softly, her sweet and soft tone mixed with a choke: "Boss, could you make it a bit less? I only have this much on me... or I can come back and pay the rest next time..."

"Just give me what's in your hand!" The owner pointed at the cash in her palm, snatched it over, and counted it, rounding it up to fifty anyway.

Seeing that she was young and running a black-market shop himself—selling marked-up items that couldn't enter the legal market—it wasn't easy to get a deal, so he decided not to pick on her.

The owner shoved the money into a drawer and sized her up with a gossip-filled face: "Looking at your young age, why do you need this kind of medicine? Lost desire for your boyfriend?"

Yimo Qiao had nowhere to express her grievances; she took the medicine in silence and turned around, wanting to leave this place quickly.

Her gaze fell upon the poster on the wall, displaying a few lines of traditional Chinese characters she could read, and she turned back to ask: "Your shop... can do anything, right?"

"Of course! This is a world-renowned, all-powerful, and legitimate black-market shop!" The owner slapped his chest, introducing it proudly.

"Then... do you have hymen repair surgery?"

"What surgery?"

Yimo Qiao felt utterly humiliated. "It's for girls... never mind... I was just asking..."

Seeing her about to run, the shop owner hastily stopped her: "Oh!! I get it! Yes, yes, yes! We have that!"

"Really?" Yimo Qiao rubbed her dry cheeks, which turned red.

The owner sized up her beautiful body from top to bottom: "Of course, Easterners don't scam Easterners! Even for older women, I can make it look as good as real! Guaranteed your boyfriend won't notice a thing!"

He stared at her: "Since you're my fellow compatriot, I can give you half price!"

"Do you want the repair?"

"I..." Yimo Qiao was clearly frightened by his enthusiasm and couldn't help taking a step back.

"Get one done! Be a happy woman!"