Chapter 2 Did you sleep with someone else?

Chu Rou remembered He Yin saying that some people who provide special services call the women "princess" and the men "young master".

She had just heard someone call him "Young Master" in the private room, and she just couldn't take it anymore.

Mo Chi looked down at the woman clinging to him. Judging from her reaction, she seemed to have been drugged. She was quite clever and knew to hide.

Mo Chi curled his lips into a mocking smile, "How much money can you offer?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Rou realized she hadn't come to the wrong person. "I don't know what your price range is, five hundred? One thousand? I can only offer five thousand at most."

Five thousand? Is young master Mo only worth five thousand?

"Five hundred thousand!" Mo Chi offered himself a price.

"Five hundred thousand?" Chu Rou was shocked. She pushed Mo Chi away. "Is it edged with gold? I can't afford it."

Without Mo Chi's support, Chu Rou's legs went weak and she collapsed. She instinctively reached out to grab something to steady herself.

She grabbed Mo Chi's pants.

Mo Chi is wearing casual pants today, with an elastic waistband.

Chu Rou held on tightly, pulling the underwear inside the inkwell down to her knees.

Chu Rou knelt on the ground, her face bumping into Mo Chi's lower abdomen and sliding down his stomach.

Mo Chi let out a muffled groan.

Chu Rou fumbled in the dark to pull up Mo Chi's pants, hurriedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I got halfway up, but then I couldn't get any further; it was like something was blocking my way.

Chu Rou touched the thing that was stuck in her pants. She knew what it was and sighed, "As expected, it's not something I can use."

Chu Rou thoughtfully helped Mo Chi pull up his pants.

Mo Chi, young and impetuous, could not resist such provocation. He picked up Chu Rou, tucked her under his arm, and dragged her out of the private room.

This bar is owned by Mo Chi. The upper floors are a hotel, and he reserved a large suite for himself. He opened the door directly with his fingerprint and went in without turning on the lights.

Mo Chi threw Chu Rou onto the bed, saying, "Take off your clothes if you want to use her."

Chu Rou's consciousness was becoming hazy, and she could barely see the person in front of her with her eyes half-closed, but she still struggled desperately, "I...I don't have 500,000."

"I won't charge you today." Mo Chi had already taken off his pants.

When Chu Rou heard that it was free, she started to unbutton her clothes, but her fingers were too weak and she couldn't unbutton them after several attempts. "Help me," she said.

Mo Chi, too lazy to waste words, took off Chu Rou's pants and got straight to the point.

"Still an old maid!"

Mo Chi was quite satisfied; thankfully, she was a clean woman, though a bit older.

"You're the old one, your whole family is old, I'm only 26 this year!" Chu Rou could endure the pain, but she couldn't stand others saying she was old.

Mo Chi chuckled, "I'm only 21 this year, do you think you're old or not?"

Chu Rou couldn't hear what Mo Chi said after that. She closed her eyes and felt as if she were lying on a sleeper berth of a green train, clattering all night.

...

When Chu Rou woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

She was alone in the room; there was a glass of water, a box of medicine, and a note on the bedside table.

Chu Rou picked up the note. The handwriting was strong and beautiful, but the content was not so appealing: "Old woman, take your medicine and don't try to extort me!"

Chu Rou tore the note to shreds and threw it on the ground, then took out a pill, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it.

She saw that her naked body was covered in patches of blue, purple, red, and white, a truly colorful sight.

Chu Rou went into the bathroom, washed herself clean, put on her clothes, grabbed her bag, and left.

She sat in the car, slumped over the steering wheel, trying to calm herself down.

What happened yesterday was too shocking. She was betrayed, slept with a stranger in a daze, and was even called an old woman!

He Wei, how should she face him?

Slap him twice across the face, then tell him it's over between them!

She cried and asked him why, trying to win back his feelings!

Chu Rou sat up straight, angrily pounding her head. She still wanted to salvage the scumbag's relationship. She was so shameless that she didn't deserve her deceased father's martyr title.

Chu Rou stepped on the gas, deciding to go back first!

She opened the door and heard a deep male voice ask, "Where have you been?"

Chu Rou kicked off her shoes, put on slippers, and went straight to the bedroom.

He Wei frowned as he looked at Chu Rou's shoes lying haphazardly on the ground by the door. He walked over and neatly arranged the shoes.

Chu Rou caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and sneered inwardly. He Wei had obsessive-compulsive disorder; everything had its own place and couldn't be messed up. She just wanted to make him uncomfortable.

She found her suitcase and began packing.

This apartment was rented for her by He Wei, but since they're breaking up, she can't stay here anymore.

She took out all her clothes and threw them on the bed, then put her work attire into her suitcase.

"Rou Rou! What are you doing?" He Wei followed her into the bedroom and saw Chu Rou packing her luggage.

Chu Rou paused, her tone icy, "Please address me as Manager Chu or Chu Rou from now on, Mr. He."

Chu Rou, He Wei, and He Yin all work at the same company. He Wei has risen to the position of sales director, while Chu Rou and He Yin are in the same R&D department and on the same project team. She is the project manager, and He Yin is the deputy manager.

This is giving Chu Rou a real headache. Unless she resigns, she'll have to face this despicable couple every day.

He Wei grabbed Chu Rou's hand, stopping her from packing her things. "Rou Rou, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean, He the Great Talent? Don't you understand?" Chu Rou shook off He Wei's hand. "It's over between us."

"Ended?" He Wei's expression changed drastically. "Why? Weren't we supposed to register our marriage today?"

"We're not a good match. You should go marry that bitch He Yin. A whore and a dog go hand in hand. I wish you two a long and happy life together!"

He Wei's face darkened completely. "You were following me?"

Chu Rou scoffed, "I'm not that free. He Yin made me listen to your live performance, which was really intense and disgusting."

"How did you manage to act like such a devoted and virtuous gentleman in front of me, while behind my back you were having an affair with He Yin? Are you the legendary scoundrel?"

He Yin! He Wei gritted his teeth, his temples bulging.

"Rou Rou, let me explain!" He Wei hugged Chu Rou from behind.

Chu Rou felt a chill run down her spine, her hair stood on end, and she couldn't stand He Wei's touch; she felt disgusted.

Chu Rou raised her arm and used her elbow to strike He Wei's ribs.

He Wei grunted and released Chu Rou.

Chu Rou tucked her hair behind her ear on the right side, revealing her fair neck and the hickeys on it.

“He Wei, I’m warning you, don’t you dare lay a hand on me again. Don’t forget, I was the Sanda champion at the C City University Games back in the day.”

"If you hadn't disliked my training in Sanda, I might have made it into the national team by now."

"I've given you so much, how could you do this to me? You scumbag!"

Chu Rou grew angrier as she spoke, and slapped He Wei across the face.

He Wei didn't care about being hit, nor did he hear what Chu Rou was saying. His eyes were only on the hickeys on her neck. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Chu Rou's wrist and asked, "What's that on your neck?"

"You slept with someone else? Where did you go last night?"