Chapter 268: A Scene of Seduction Turns into a Prostitution Raid!
Qin Zheng helped her into the antique-style study.
Unbeknownst to her, behind her, Qin Aimin's originally frail back had quietly straightened a little.
A cold, triumphant glint flashed in those cloudy eyes.
In the study, Lin Wan'er took the paper and pen handed to her by Qin Zheng and eagerly lay down on the desk.
The political secrets she had heard in her "past life" now became the stepping stones to her meteoric rise in rank.
In order to completely gain the Qin family's trust and to prove her irreplaceable "value" to Qin Aimin, she gave almost everything.
The minister's indiscretions in his private life, the director's shady dealings with overseas entities, the illicit exchanges of interests behind a certain project...
As she wrote, she imagined Su Yue's devastating reaction upon hearing the devastating news, and she imagined herself returning to the top with the Qin family, crushing Su Yue under her feet.
The thrill of revenge made her write with lightning speed.
She was completely unaware that outside the door, Qin Zheng was peering through the crack in the door at her trembling back, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
Late at night, at the Beijing Military Region Guesthouse.
Su Yue had just hung up the call with Qiong Island and confirmed that her grandmother was fine and was simply resting in bed as planned.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
The person who came was Qin Zheng.
He took off the Zhongshan suit that symbolized his status, wearing only a white shirt, his face showing an undisguised weariness.
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he placed a thick manila envelope on the table in front of Su Yue.
"Here's what you wanted."
Su Yue opened the envelope and pulled out the dozen or so pages inside.
Above was Lin Wan'er's delicate yet slightly frantic handwriting, densely filled with "future intelligence" that was enough to stir up a storm.
This is a detailed "evidence" written by Lin Wan'er herself.
Su Yue carefully put the item away, looked up, and calmly gazed at him.
Qin Zheng avoided her scrutiny. He pushed up his glasses and remained silent for a moment.
"She's already fallen into the trap."
He paused, raised his head, and his usually calm eyes now surged with a complex mix of emotions that Su Yue had never seen before—a mixture of mockery and apprehension.
“But her next step is to become the mistress of my Qin family.”
......
Lin Wan'er became arrogant.
After writing down the detailed "evidence" herself and handing it over to the Qin family father and son, she was overwhelmed with a great sense of satisfaction from being in control of everything.
She believed that she had completely grasped the lifeline of the Qin family.
That "pledge of allegiance" was both a testament to her value and a chain binding her to the Qin family. From now on, the Qin family would have to rely on her "foresight," while she could ride on the Qin family's coattails to rise to prominence.
What is Su Yue? And what is the Huo family?
Faced with absolute power and a predictable "future," all conspiracies and tricks are nothing but paper tigers.
She began to see herself as the future mistress of the Qin family.
She no longer cowered in that dark guesthouse room, but took the initiative to visit the Qin family, her demeanor perfectly measured.
That afternoon, she specially stewed a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup for Qin's mother and personally delivered it to the courtyard.
Qin's mother was pruning flowers in the yard. When she saw her, she wore her usual gentle smile.
"Wan'er is here. Please sit down. Why are you always running around when you have trouble walking?"
"Aunt Qin, this is what I stewed for you." Lin Wan'er placed the thermos on the stone table and opened the lid with great care. "You've been working so hard lately because of Uncle Qin's affairs, you've become so thin."
Qin's mother put down the scissors, took the soup bowl, but did not drink it; she simply stirred it gently with a spoon.
"You're so thoughtful."
Lin Wan'er sat opposite her and said seemingly unintentionally, "Aunt Qin, Qin Zheng and I... we... also met in times of trouble, and our friendship is extraordinary."
She lowered her eyes, twisting the hem of her dress with her fingers, looking both shy and unable to hide her deep affection.
“I know that Brother Qin Zheng is focused on his career right now, and I can’t hold him back. But… a girl’s reputation is the most important thing. I’m an orphan with no one to rely on. If I can settle down and get a proper status soon, it will put my mind at ease.”
These words were almost an explicit statement.
Qin's mother paused for a moment as she stirred the soup.
She raised her head, still wearing that gentle smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Wan'er, your aunt understands your feelings. It's just that Qin Zheng's marriage has always been his own decision, and I, as his mother, can't interfere."
"But don't worry, we will always remember your kindness to the Qin family. We will certainly not treat you unfairly."
These words were perfectly worded, both reassuring her and subtly deflecting the issue.
Lin Wan'er's smugness was immediately dampened.
She understood the unspoken meaning behind Qin's mother's words.
This is because they think her background is too low and she's not good enough for the Qin family.
It seems that the conventional approach is not working.
Since they want to handle this vaguely, she has to take drastic measures and create an established fact that no one can deny!
After leaving the Qin family, Lin Wan'er did not return to the guesthouse, but went to the black market.
She knew that Qin Zheng had a slight case of mysophobia and was extremely averse to excessive physical contact with others. The advances of ordinary women would only disgust him.
But what if he was in a situation where he had no other choice?
Lin Wan'er spent the last of her money to buy a small packet of incense, which was said to have come from Southeast Asia, from a drug dealer.
The drug dealer told her that this substance was colorless and odorless, and that once lit, it could melt even the most hard-hearted man into tenderness.
Back at the guesthouse, she quietly found one of the cleaning staff.
With a few kind words and the last cloth coupon she had left, she quickly extracted the information she wanted.
Qin Zheng has been feeling uneasy lately because of his father's fluctuating "illness," and often drinks alone in his room until late at night.
In Lin Wan'er's mind, a vicious and meticulous plan was fully formed.
A few days later, on a rainy night.
Outside the window, wind and rain raged, accompanied by thunder.
Lin Wan'er timed it perfectly, estimating that Qin Zheng should be half-drunk and returning soon.
She carefully lit the incense and placed it in the most inconspicuous corner under the bed.
A faint, sweet fragrance began to fill the room.
She went into the bathroom, soaked herself from head to toe, and changed into her thinnest nightgown.
The soaked fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite curves. Coupled with her pale and pitiful face, any man who saw her would feel pity.
After doing all this, she picked up the phone in the room and dialed the Qin family's number.
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