Ji Rou looked utterly disgusted and kicked Young Master Bai away as he lunged at her.
Bang!
“You… you bitch!”
He was sent flying, crashing to the ground like a heap of broken flesh, wailing in pain.
Ji Rou covered her ears, frowning in annoyance. “Seriously? I only kicked you once and you’re already crying like that. How useless can you be?”
His cries paused for a moment—then the burning heat in his body surged again. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to his feet and lunged at her once more.
“Ji Rou, don’t push your luck!” he snarled. “I’ve been generous to you. If you don’t give in, you can forget about becoming a rich man’s wife. Once I’m done with you, I’ll toss you aside!”
“Oh please, like I’m scared of you,” Ji Rou scoffed.
She dodged his clumsy advances with ease, occasionally sneaking in another kick when he wasn’t paying attention.
“Ow—!”
He crashed to the ground again. The pain, mixed with the raging heat in his body, pushed him to the brink.
Watching his pathetic state, Ji Rou felt a surge of satisfaction.
Serves you right—for deceiving the original owner, for messing around with women.
She kept kicking him again and again, venting her frustration, until she finally got tired and collapsed onto the sofa.
Even then, looking at his miserable state, she still wasn’t satisfied.
After a moment’s thought, she pulled out her phone and called Wu Xiaomei.
“Xiaomei, I’m a little scared being here alone with Young Master Bai. Why don’t you come keep me company? He even brought out some of the hotel’s finest wine—you like that, right? You’re in for a treat.”
Wu Xiaomei was overjoyed.
She had always wanted to go to the Interstellar Hotel, but couldn’t afford it. No matter how she tried to charm those rich heirs, none of them ever took her.
So why did Ji Rou get invited so easily?
She knew about Young Master Bai’s plan tonight—to take Ji Rou by force.
Originally, she had agreed not to interfere. But now that Ji Rou was “begging” her to come…
If anything went wrong, she could just say Ji Rou wouldn’t have gone without her.
Feeling quite clever, Wu Xiaomei hurried to get ready, determined to present her best self.
Meanwhile, Ji Rou watched Young Master Bai writhing on the floor like a crazed animal.
She nudged him with her foot. “Feeling uncomfortable? Don’t worry—someone will be here soon to keep you company tonight.”
By now, he was barely conscious, consumed by heat and desire, his mind completely clouded.
“Hello? Are you there yet?” Ji Rou asked into the phone.
“Almost! Driver, can you go faster?” Wu Xiaomei urged impatiently.
“Xiaomei, I just got a call—Shen Xingbai was injured at the construction site. I have to leave now. Tell Young Master Bai for me, okay? He’s in Room 306—just give his name and they’ll let you in.”
“What? Ji Rou, don’t leave!” Wu Xiaomei panicked.
If Ji Rou left, what would happen to Bai’s plan? Would he take it out on her?
“Don’t worry,” Ji Rou said calmly. “He seems drunk… and he keeps calling your name. Maybe the one he really likes is you. Otherwise, why would he invite me out but keep saying your name?”
“Really…?” Wu Xiaomei hesitated.
She had always thought Bai liked Ji Rou—more precisely, her face.
Ji Rou added, sounding slightly hurt, “Xiaomei, don’t you trust me?”
“It’s not that, it’s just…”
Your words don’t sound very believable.
But what if it was true?
Could it be that Bai had actually liked her all along—and used Ji Rou as a cover to make her stay loyal to him?
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became.
Of course—she had always been better than Ji Rou anyway.
“Xiaomei, hurry up. Shen Xingbai is urging me to go back. If I don’t, he won’t give me money for school anymore,” Ji Rou added, deliberately playing her final card.
Wu Xiaomei sneered inwardly.
She had always looked down on Ji Rou for juggling a poor boyfriend while flirting with rich heirs.
Now that she believed Bai liked her, Ji Rou’s presence didn’t matter anymore.
“Then go ahead,” Wu Xiaomei said. “Don’t keep Shen Xingbai waiting.”
Better not ruin her good night.
After tonight, she would make things clear with Bai—and make him marry her.
Ji Rou looked at the disconnected call, a sly smile curling on her lips.
A scumbag deserves a scumbag.
Once they end up together… she’ll give them a “big surprise.”
She immediately dialed another number.
“Hello, is this the press? I’ve got a huge story for you—about Young Master Bai and his girlfriend.”
“Yes, they’re at the Interstellar Hotel, Room 306…”
By tomorrow, scandalous headlines about the son of a jewelry tycoon and a university student would spread everywhere.
Let’s see if they can still show their faces in the capital after that.
“Not giving you money for school?”
Ji Rou froze.
Slowly, she turned her head—
Only to see Shen Xingbai standing there, arms crossed, looking at her with cold mockery in his eyes.