Lin Shuang didn't ask him how he could tell Gan Tang was a virgin. As usual, she brought two dry towels and obediently dried his wet body.

After drying his body, Lin Shuang covered him with another bath towel, then knelt down in front of He Zhong and used the same towel to rub his feet.

"Gantang said she promised not to report you and asked me to give her nude photos to trust her."

"Do you believe it?" He Zhong asked Lin Shuang, waving the photo around.

Lin Shuang looked up, her face full of innocence: "Why don't you believe me?"

She knew he didn't like intelligent women.

"Big-breasted, brainless idiot." He Zhong threw the photo at Lin Shuang's chest and mocked, "This girl is much smarter than you. She's trying to make up evidence when she doesn't have any! I threatened her to do something, and the next day she can get Fu Yuanshan to find the photo I have."

"Master is wise," Lin Shuang complimented, then bent down to pick up the photo from her chest.

He Zhong naturally raised his legs and rested them on Lin Shuang's shoulders, then leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock.

Lin Shuang braced her elbows on the ground, consciously lowering her body to make the man on her shoulders more comfortable. The weight on her back grew heavier and heavier, and just when she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, she moved her legs.

He Zhong hooked his feet around Lin Shuang's legs and pulled her into his arms. He opened his calculating eyes and said, "Tell Gan Tang that I want to see her. As long as she does something for me, I will return the photos to her, and then we can go our separate ways."

"What do you mean?" Lin Shuang felt a chill run down her spine.

"Otherwise, I'll call you stupid!" He Zhong picked up the photos from Lin Shuang's hand, stuffed them into her clothes, and ordered, "Put them on Fu Cheng, then invite him over."

“Master, Fu Cheng isn’t that easy to fool.” Lin Shuang shook her head in fright. “If they explain everything clearly…”

“He can’t explain it,” He Zhong pinched Lin Shuang’s mouth, leaving no room for doubt about his decision. “As for how to fool him, that’s up to your skills.”

As he spoke, he pushed Lin Shuang down onto the sofa, looked at Gan Tang's nude photos, and tore off her clothes.

Lin Shuang tilted her head back, forcing back her tears, her movements mechanical, like a dried-up corpse.