Young Master Zhou rubbed his hands together, grinning lewdly as he once again reached out with his greedy hand.
…Why are all these rich playboys the same?
This time, Ji Rou wasn’t about to tolerate it. Without hesitation, she pulled out her stun baton and struck the hand reaching for her face.
“AAARGH!”
A pig-like scream echoed through the room.
Ji Rou quickly covered her ears, nearly deafened by the noise.
Thank goodness the hotel has good soundproofing… otherwise that scream might’ve gotten me caught.
“You b*tch—!”
Clutching his injured hand, Zhou tried to slap her, but the electric shock left him too weak to move. All he could do was curse.
Seeing him immobilized, Ji Rou gave a cold, dangerous smile and tapped the baton in her hand.
“Oh? What do you take me for? Do you think I’m some naive girl you can trick so easily?”
Zhou lowered his head guiltily. “Rou… how could that be? I’m not that kind of person!”
“P-put the baton down,” he stammered as she stepped closer. “It’s not very… elegant for a girl to carry something like that…”
Ji Rou let out a soft scoff.
This man had no shortage of victims—who knew how many innocent girls he had deceived. Now that he had fallen into her hands…
She smiled coldly.
Zhou swallowed nervously, staring at the baton. “R-Rou… be careful with that…”
“Oh? Didn’t you want to touch my face? Go ahead.”
Entranced by her beauty, Zhou seemed to forget the pain and reached out again.
“AAARGH—!”
Another miserable scream rang out.
This time, Ji Rou had already covered her ears.
“Still want to touch me?”
“N-no! I don’t dare anymore! I won’t—please!” he cried, tears and snot running down his face.
Ji Rou looked at him in disgust.
But that didn’t mean she was done.
“AAARGH—!”
“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t do it again?! Why are you still hitting me?!” Zhou wailed pitifully.
Ji Rou snorted. “I’m not hitting you just for myself. I’m doing it for all the girls you’ve ruined.”
Zhou flushed, both embarrassed and defensive. “They were willing! And I paid them!”
“Oh, so you think that makes it right?”
She struck him again across the back.
“AAARGH!”
Zhou tried to dodge, scrambling around the room, but still got hit several more times.
Watching him twitch from the shocks, Ji Rou nodded in satisfaction.
This stun baton really is the ultimate anti-creep weapon.
“So, Young Master Zhou—will you still harass decent girls in the future?”
“Sob… no, I won’t! I swear!”
“Good.”
Satisfied, Ji Rou clapped her hands lightly, tucked the baton back into her bag, and kicked him once more on her way out.
Once he recovered, Zhou’s first thought wasn’t revenge on Ji Rou.
Instead, he immediately grabbed his phone and uploaded Wu Xiaomei’s scandalous photos online, even hiring trolls to spread them far and wide.
Wu Xiaomei had no idea that not only had her scheme failed, but she had also accelerated her own downfall.
At that moment, she was miserably washing dishes in the kitchen.
She couldn’t understand it—how could someone as beautiful as Ji Rou take on a job like this? She had assumed it would be something like waitressing, where she could flirt with handsome men. Who would’ve thought it was just scrubbing dishes in the back kitchen?
Wu Xiaomei deeply regretted agreeing to Ji Rou’s terms.
She wanted to quit on the spot, but for some reason, Ji Rou had already spoken to the boss, who assigned a burly, dim-witted guy to watch over her.
Furious but powerless, Wu Xiaomei could only keep washing dishes resentfully.
She even broke a few plates along the way—and each time, the big guy glared at her so fiercely that she didn’t dare lose her temper at all.