Qin Xiao thought for a moment: "Send me the address. Are you sure?"
“I’m absolutely certain.” Feng Lingyi’s voice carried a hint of something else. “Once we arrive, Mr. Qin, you might as well rest in the next room for a while. Around nine o’clock, I will invite you over to enjoy a…return gift that I have prepared for you.”
Half an hour later, at Longteng Villa, in the room next to a luxury suite.
Qin Xiao sat on the sofa, while Shu Rou and Long Aobing vigilantly sensed the movements around them.
Time passed by, and the next room remained unusually quiet.
Just as the clock was about to strike nine, several muffled groans suddenly came from next door, along with the sound of something falling to the ground, and... the faint sound of a sharp object cutting through the air.
The commotion was minimal, but it didn't escape the ears of Qin Xiao and the others.
Long Aobing looked at Qin Xiao and mouthed, "Should we go over?"
Qin Xiao shook his head, indicating that he should wait a little longer.
A few seconds later, all the sounds disappeared. Then, a clear female voice, with a hint of mockery and relief, drifted from the next room, not loud, but just loud enough for this side to hear: "Goodnight, Makka Pakka."
Qin Xiao: "..."
Shu Rou muttered to herself, "This Sister Feng Lingyi is quite humorous."
Long Aobing's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
Soon, Qin Xiao's phone vibrated. It was a message from Feng Lingyi: "Mr. Qin, you can come over now. The show is about to begin."
Qin Xiao stood up, straightened his collar, and said to Shu Rou and Long Aobing, "Wait for me here."
He pushed open the door to the next room.
Inside the room, the lighting was soft. Ye Chen, the once arrogant young master of the Dragon King Palace, was now lying sprawled on the expensive carpet, his eyes closed, a strange, satisfied smile on his lips, fast asleep, his chest rising and falling only slightly.
Feng Lingyi, on the other hand, had changed into a black lace slip dress that perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Holding two glasses of red wine, she walked barefoot to Qin Xiao and handed him one of the glasses.
Her breath was sweet as orchids, her eyes alluring yet tinged with a wild, triumphant gleam: "Mr. Qin, are you satisfied with my 'return gift'?"
She reached out her other hand and gently placed it on Qin Xiao's shoulder, her body pressing closer. Her red lips were close to Qin Xiao's ear, and she spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, word by word: "He, Ye Chen, the young master of the Dragon King Palace, my 'fiancé.' Now, I want to give myself to you completely in front of him."
Qin Xiao paused, holding his wine glass. He looked at Ye Chen, who lay unconscious on the ground, and then at Feng Lingyi, who was alluring and practically clinging to him.
"Miss Feng, you've gone a bit too far," Qin Xiao said in a low voice.
Feng Lingyi chuckled, tightened her arms around Qin Xiao's neck, and kissed his lips: "A good night is too short, Mr. Qin, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Just as their lips met, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room. The rustling of clothes and the clinking of wine glasses on the table were particularly clear in the quiet room.
On the carpet, Ye Chen, who had been "unconscious," suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!
His pupils were bloodshot and he stared intently at Qin Xiao and Feng Lingyi, who were entangled together not far away. Tears mixed with blood streamed down his face. His body trembled violently from extreme anger and humiliation, his teeth grinding together, but he couldn't utter a sound.
However, beneath that boundless anger and shame, an even more morbid and twisted impulse surged wildly within him like scalding poison, almost bursting through his chest! His heart pounded, and all the blood in his body rushed to one place, bringing waves of uncontrollable trembling.
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