“Don’t come any closer…”
Xu Qing panicked. As Zheng Haoyuan’s two lackeys closed in, she truly panicked. She knew Zheng Haoyuan’s patience had reached its limit, and he was ready to make his move.
No matter how strong she usually was, or how she had held out earlier, facing the advancing lackeys now, she was genuinely terrified.
“Don’t worry, Assistant Xu. As long as you cooperate, we’ll be very gentle,” Flathead said with a menacing grin. He had thought he’d only get a chance with Xu Qing after Zheng Haoyuan was done, but this task from Zheng Haoyuan was a long-awaited opportunity—a dream come true.
Watching Flathead and Glasses step closer, Xu Qing could only back away. She knew she was no match for these two lackeys. Retreat was her only option.
“Come any closer, and I won’t be polite,” Xu Qing said, grabbing a vase near her and glaring coldly at the two.
“Assistant Xu, you think a vase can threaten us?” Flathead and Glasses exchanged a glance, chuckling. The sight of a desperate woman, especially someone like Xu Qing, the assistant to the president of Fengyuan Group, was exhilarating.
Fengyuan Group was a well-known company in Tianhai City. When they arrived in the city, they had seen plenty of reports about Fengyuan Group in newspapers and on TV. As the president’s assistant, Xu Qing was a high-class professional, someone far above lackeys like them. Normally, they could only dream of getting close to women like her.
Sure, they’d heard that some white-collar women frequented nightclubs for one-night stands, but that was just hearsay. They had never encountered such a thing.
Back in Zhongyuan Province, they had followed Zheng Haoyuan and toyed with many women, including some white-collar types, but those were minor professionals, nowhere near Xu Qing in looks or aura.
Xu Qing bit her lip, clutching the vase, silently staring at Flathead and Glasses.
Zheng Haoyuan sat on the sofa, pouring himself a glass of red wine, smiling as he watched the scene. He wasn’t in a rush to drag Xu Qing to bed. In his eyes, she was already his prey, to be enjoyed whenever he pleased.
Besides, he was still waiting for Hu Yuanyuan. Xu Qing was just an appetizer; Hu Yuanyuan was the main course. Since Hu Yuanyuan hadn’t arrived yet, he wasn’t in a hurry.
Teasing Xu Qing and making her wear that outfit in front of him, however, was an appealing idea for now.
“Assistant Xu…” Glasses stepped forward eagerly. Zheng Haoyuan had promised Flathead a chance with Xu Qing after he was done, but no such promise had been made to Glasses. Unsure if he’d get a turn, he was eager to seize this opportunity to take advantage.
“Go to hell!” Xu Qing didn’t hesitate, hurling the vase.
Bang!
Caught off guard, Glasses was struck, his head bleeding.
“You wretch!”
Furious, Glasses hadn’t expected Xu Qing to actually throw the vase. In a rage, he swung a slap at her.
Smack!
Xu Qing was sent crashing to the floor, a bright red handprint on her face, half of it swelling up.
Still not satisfied, Glasses prepared to beat her further. Just then, a cold voice rang out, “Who told you to hit her?”
Before Glasses could react, he was lifted into the air and slammed heavily to the ground.
Bang!
Glasses felt as if his bones were about to shatter. Angrily preparing to curse, he looked up to see Zheng Haoyuan’s chilling gaze.
“Young… Young Master Zheng…” Glasses stammered, trembling with fear.
“I haven’t even had my fun with Xu Qing yet, and you want to beat her to death? What’s your game?” Zheng Haoyuan glared at him coldly.
“Young Master Zheng, I… I…” Glasses was terrified, his soul nearly fleeing his body.
“If there’s a next time, I’ll kill you,” Zheng Haoyuan said, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
“Young Master Zheng, I won’t dare again.”
Glasses lowered his head, a trace of resentment flashing deep in his eyes—resentment toward Zheng Haoyuan. He was Zheng Haoyuan’s lackey, true, but not a slave to be summoned and dismissed at will. Zheng Haoyuan’s volatile temper and frequent beatings had long worn on him. Now, over a woman, Zheng Haoyuan was threatening to kill him, igniting his suppressed discontent.
He had devised this perfect plan for Zheng Haoyuan, yet received no reward. Flathead, with a minor tweak to the plan, had earned a chance with Xu Qing. To Glasses, this was Zheng Haoyuan’s unfairness.
Now, Flathead was stealing the spotlight in front of Zheng Haoyuan. The two lackeys were already at odds, and with Zheng Haoyuan’s threat, Glasses feared he’d lose any standing with him in the future.
Reflecting on his years of loyal service and scheming for Zheng Haoyuan, only to end up like this, a cold glint flashed in Glasses’ eyes. *Zheng Haoyuan, if you’re unjust, don’t blame me for being disloyal.*
But in front of Zheng Haoyuan, he hid his feelings. He knew that in terms of strength, ten of him couldn’t match Zheng Haoyuan. To deal with him, he’d need another plan.
“Hmph, I’ll let it slide this time,” Zheng Haoyuan snorted, turning to Flathead. “Hurry up and change Xu Qing’s clothes for me. Do I have to do it myself?”
Flathead immediately replied, “Young Master Zheng, rest assured, I’ll get it done.”
Zheng Haoyuan said, “Don’t disappoint me, or Xu Qing won’t be yours today.”
Flathead’s expression turned serious, his gaze on Xu Qing filled with determination. “Assistant Xu, for my happiness, will you cooperate, or do I have to help you?” He stepped toward her.
Learning from Glasses’ mistake, he was cautious, unwilling to miss his chance with Xu Qing.
“You’ll all die horribly, Zheng Haoyuan!” Xu Qing, backed into a corner with nowhere to retreat, cursed loudly at Flathead’s approach and Zheng Haoyuan’s cold sneer.
“Xu Qing, I don’t know about my death, but I guarantee I’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven soon,” Zheng Haoyuan said with a cold smirk.
Flathead stopped less than half a metre from Xu Qing, close enough to catch her fragrance and glimpse the deep line of her cleavage through her collar.
Swallowing hard, Flathead said excitedly, “Assistant Xu, let me help you change. We’re all adults; no need to be shy. A woman’s body is meant for men to admire.” He reached for her.
“Get away!” Xu Qing wouldn’t sit idly by. Though she knew she was no match for Flathead, as he reached out, she swung at him.
“Assistant Xu, trying to give me a massage? Too bad Young Master Zheng is waiting. Change first, then we’ll talk,” Flathead said with a cold laugh, grabbing her wrist. Looking at her struggling, he smirked triumphantly. “Still resisting at this point? Who do you think can save you?”
“Let go!” Xu Qing struggled, but she couldn’t break free from Flathead’s grip, her heart racing with panic.
“Assistant Xu, asking me to let go—do you want me to touch your chest instead?” Flathead teased, pinning her wrist to the wall and reaching for her chest.
As his lecherous hand drew closer, Xu Qing’s eyes filled with panic and despair. Just as his hand was about to touch her, she kicked out without hesitation.
“Argh! My God…”
Xu Qing’s groin kick sent Flathead crumpling to the floor, clutching himself in agony. He hadn’t expected her to have such a move at this moment. In his pain, he let go of her.
Seizing the chance, Xu Qing bolted for the door, her only thought to escape. If she could get out of this room, there might be a sliver of hope.
“Useless trash.” Zheng Haoyuan hadn’t anticipated such a turn. He couldn’t believe his lackey was so incompetent, unable to handle a single woman.
Watching Xu Qing dash for the door, he sneered, “Think you can escape from me?” As soon as he spoke, he moved.
Xu Qing had just grabbed the door handle when Zheng Haoyuan appeared before her, pressing a hand against the door, smiling. “Didn’t expect you to be so ruthless, Assistant Xu. My lackey’s future happiness might be ruined by you.”
“You…” Xu Qing yanked at the door, but her strength was no match for Zheng Haoyuan’s. With one hand, he held the door firm, unmoving despite her efforts.
“Xu Qing, save your strength. You’ll need it to serve me properly soon,” Zheng Haoyuan said, smiling as he reached to touch her face.
Xu Qing wouldn’t let him. She swung a slap at him.
Zheng Haoyuan flipped his hand, catching her wrist, sneering. “That move doesn’t work on me. But Xu Qing, your hand is so soft and smooth. It feels so good, I can’t get enough.”
“Let me go!” Xu Qing struggled, but she couldn’t break free from his grip.
Zheng Haoyuan sneered, pulling her closer with a tug, pinning her slender wrist to the wall. His robust frame pressed tightly against her delicate body as he leered, “Assistant Xu, do you think you can escape my grasp at this point?”
“Zheng Haoyuan, don’t do anything reckless!” Xu Qing was terrified, despairing. Was today truly inescapable?
“Reckless? So what?” Zheng Haoyuan sneered, grabbing her collar and yanking downward.
Rip!
Xu Qing’s top was torn open, revealing what lay beneath.
“Stop…” Xu Qing was on the verge of tears, regretting not sitting idly by. She punched and kicked at Zheng Haoyuan, but how could she match him? He quickly pinned her hands to the wall and trapped her legs between his.
“I told you, those tricks only work on those two idiots. They’re useless against me.”
Zheng Haoyuan’s gaze fixed on Xu Qing’s chest. With her top torn, her undergarments were exposed. Swallowing hard, he smirked, “Assistant Xu, didn’t expect you to be so well-endowed. What a treat for me.”
Ignoring her curses, he leaned in to kiss her…
“No…” Xu Qing closed her eyes in despair.
Knock, knock, knock…
Just then, a series of knocks sounded at the door.
