As the distance between them narrowed, the woman's refreshing scent and coolness, like a gentle breeze, made Fan Hang completely lose his senses. He only knew that the woman before him was the antidote.
She could bring him pleasure.
Just as he was about to touch Shen Qingqing, a swift chop to his neck!
Fan Hang stiffened, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Shen Qingqing rubbed her wrist, ignoring the man on the floor. She walked over to the table and, after a thorough inspection, discovered that the drinks and alcohol had all been drugged.
It seemed Feng Yilian had prepared for all contingencies.
Whether it was her or Fan Hang, anyone who touched the drinks or alcohol would fall prey.
But that wasn't the main point. The real issue was that she found a hidden camera on the table. She picked it up and smiled faintly.
The person on the other end of the camera shivered.
She had seen it all just now. Shen Qingqing's swift, precise, and lethal move was clearly well-practiced. She was starting to get scared, and her companions were trembling even more.
"Yilian, does she know you didn't leave? Let's go!"
Feng Yilian stood frozen, her expression flickering.
On the other side of the camera, Shen Qingqing picked up a bottle of red wine, complete with its brand and vintage.
She then turned to look at the man on the ground. Even in his unconscious state, his face was flushed red, his brows furrowed tightly, and his lips kept parting.
Muttering something she couldn't decipher.
She couldn't be bothered to find out. She simply grabbed the man's collar, pulled him up, and stood by the door. With a few clever manipulations, the door creaked open.
Feng Yilian's eyes widened. Without hesitation, she prepared to leave.
However, just as she reached the door, it was pushed open, and a heavy body was thrown in, pinning her to the ground. Her palms scraped painfully against the floor.
A thud echoed in her ears.
Her companion lay on the floor, completely unresponsive.
She scrambled to get up, but the man was too heavy. She couldn't budge him. After finally managing to push Fan Hang off, Shen Qingqing grabbed her chin and forced a mouthful of wine down her throat.
She choked and coughed, "Cough, cough, you... you slut! Cough cough..."
Shen Qingqing stood up and looked down at her, "I'll treat you as you treated me. It's only fair."
She placed the camera she had taken from the room onto the table, then took the phone Feng Yilian had used to watch the footage, and also took Fan Hang with her.
Feng Yilian panicked. She knew the drug she had administered. The man might be able to cope, but she couldn't. Without a man, there was no way to alleviate it; she would burn to death from raging desire.
"Leave him here for me!"
"Don't worry, a man will come to satisfy you."
Shen Qingqing left with a meaningful remark and turned to leave. Feng Yilian immediately tried to follow, but was blocked by a man who emerged from the shadows.
He was tall, but his appearance was grotesque. His arms were as thick as her calves.
Feng Yilian's legs trembled with fear, and she backed away repeatedly. As the room door slammed shut, a faint, piercing scream could be heard from within.
But soon, the scream transformed into a melodious moan.
Shen Qingqing glanced at Fan Hang. She had intended to leave him with that presumptuous woman, but considering he was also a victim of the drug, she relented slightly.
She found an empty room, tied Fan Hang securely to the bed, closed the door, and locked it.
She clapped her hands and left the sordid place.
As she reached the entrance, she spotted a familiar car. She paused, sensing trouble. Indeed, the car door opened, and a man emerged.
His face was stern, his eyes dark, and as he saw her, a flicker of heat seemed to ignite in his gaze.
Shen Qingqing ambled over, feeling a rare pang of guilt. "What are you doing here?"
She hadn't even realized that a hint of docility and placation graced her upturned face.
Very good, she knew she was in the wrong.
Fu Jingshu glanced at the brightly lit club, then opened the car door and said coldly, "Get in."
She got in without a word.
He followed closely. As soon as he closed the door, a soft, yielding body collided with his arms. He instinctively held her, then coldly released her.
"Let go."
"I won't," Shen Qingqing pinched his earlobe. "Are you mad?"
"What do you think?"
Shen Qingqing coughed lightly. "I was wrong."
Fu Jingshu glanced at her. "Admitting it quickly is useless. You'll do it again next time."
Shen Qingqing blinked, hugged his neck, and said softly, "I won't dare next time. I truly know I was wrong. Next time, I'll call you to join me. I promise I won't trick you."
Fu Jingshu had actually arrived much earlier. But since she hadn't told him, it meant she wanted to handle this matter on her own.
He thought about it, endured it, and decided to wait outside.
The wait felt excruciatingly long.
He had resolved to teach her a lesson when she came out. But when she did, her attitude of sincere repentance, the warmth of her body against his, extinguished even the greatest of angers.
In the end, he simply cupped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.
Only when her breathing grew uneven and her lips were swollen did he release her, lowering his voice with a hint of harshness, "If there's a next time, you'll see how I deal with you."
"Mmm, I won't dare."
Her obedient demeanor was just like Xi Xi's after making a mistake.
He now understood where the boy inherited his cunning and intelligence from.
The car started and returned to the Feng family villa. Shen Qingqing used a virtual number to trim the video on her phone, removing the beginning and end. She sent the crucial footage of Feng Yilian and the man to him, the scenes so vulgar they were unbearable.
Director Feng was shocked, and then furious. He instructed his assistant, "Investigate!"
The assistant naturally wouldn't find anything, as it was all orchestrated by Feng Yilian. She wouldn't leave any loose ends.
All they could trace was that she and Shen Qingqing had gone to the club one after another, Shen Qingqing had left, but she hadn't.
Director Feng immediately summoned Shen Qingqing to question her, "Why did you go back to the club? Why did you return, but my daughter didn't?"
Shen Qingqing shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she didn't want to leave?"
Director Feng knew without asking that this matter was undoubtedly related to Shen Qingqing. But he couldn't question her directly because there was no evidence. He could only have his assistant bring Feng Yilian back.
When Feng Yilian returned, she was fully dressed and covered up.
However, her legs seemed a bit weak, and she needed support to walk. Director Feng intended to send her upstairs immediately, but when she saw Shen Qingqing in the living room, she went berserk.
"Daddy, she hurt me!"
Director Feng immediately looked at Shen Qingqing and said sternly, "Even if you are Mrs. Fu, if you harm my daughter, I will not let you off lightly."
His gaze was soon blocked by a tall figure. Fu Jingshu's gaze exerted a far greater pressure than his.
The two men locked eyes for a moment, and Director Feng eventually faltered, retreating his gaze in discomfiture.