Xia Wanzhi bit her lip and remained silent, looking at him pitifully with tightly closed lips, pleading for mercy.
Lu Zhuojin chuckled softly, “If you don’t open your mouth, I’ll call out?”
As he spoke, he made to push the door open, ready to step out in disarray.
Lu Zhuojin hadn’t even locked the cubicle door. Anyone pulling it open would see the two of them pressed together in such an ambiguous, intimate embrace, half-undressed…
Frightened, Xia Wanzhi hurriedly opened her mouth, allowing Lu Zhuojin to seize the opportunity and invade, letting his entire essence flood into her mouth.
Xia Wanzhi was kissed into a daze, forgetting all about their earlier discussion of her being “cheap.”
Outside the door:
“Lu Ruiqian is handsome, cultured, and doesn’t fool around. Among the rich second-generation circle, he’s top-tier.”
“His girlfriend’s social class could never get into the Lu family. Her plans are bound to fail.”
“I heard they’ve been together for years.”
“If they’ve been together so long without marrying, they’re bound to break up.”
“Does she think getting with Lu Ruiqian will help? Lu Ruiqian hasn’t taken over yet. Without the Lu family’s power, he’s just a hardworking, ambitious rich kid with a good reputation, but he doesn’t actually have much money.”
“Lu Ruiqian will take over eventually; it’s just a matter of waiting.”
“Many people have their eyes on Lu Ruiqian. I’ve heard there’s a whole line of people subtly trying to set him up. That girl will have to step aside sooner or later. Rich kids just play around when they’re young, experiencing life. She can’t possibly take it seriously, can she?”
As Xia Wanzhi’s breath was being stolen, she overheard the conversation and thought, So this is how others see me—they all view me as a joke.
No one believed that, over these four years, she hadn’t spent a single extra cent of Lu Ruiqian’s money. Whenever Lu Ruiqian gave her expensive gifts, she would return gifts of equal value, which meant she often worked part-time to earn money for them. Lu Ruiqian’s spending habits were far beyond hers. This time, the diamond necklace he gave her was something she couldn’t refuse, but it was too expensive—she’d looked it up, and it cost over a hundred thousand. She’d have to find a way to earn the money.
Lu Zhuojin noticed Xia Wanzhi’s distraction and bit her lip, chuckling softly, “Focus… baby~”
“Thinking of another man while I’m kissing you?”
Xia Wanzhi winced in pain, her eyes glistening as she looked at Lu Zhuojin, stirring something within him.
Lu Zhuojin said, “But then again, it’s true—don’t try to pluck wool from a bald sheep.”
“I have plenty of wool on me. Try plucking some…”
Lu Zhuojin spoke slowly and deliberately in her ear, but his hands were mischievous, setting her body ablaze. His warm breath accompanied his words as it brushed against her ear, “Baby, besides kissing and positions, let me teach you something else. Don’t start by seeing someone as good. Instead, start by seeing them as bad. That way, you’ll keep being pleasantly surprised by them later. If you start by thinking someone is good, and they do something bad, you’ll be disappointed, even devastated, and it might drive you to despair.”
Xia Wanzhi was still pondering his words when she failed to notice Lu Zhuojin’s hand had already…
He whispered in her ear, “You’ve been together for so many years, and nothing’s happened. Is it because he’s incapable, or are you?”
“Oh, it must be him. I’ve already tried you, and you’re quite capable~”
His words made Xia Wanzhi blush furiously.
“That night, you were so passionate… I really liked it…”
Lu Zhuojin whispered intimately in her ear, his voice lingering, “After you left, I missed you so much, baby~”
“Certain parts of me missed you very much”
Outside the door:
“Ever since Old Master Lu fell ill, the Lu family has been in complete chaos. They actually let… that one… take over…”
“Shh, don’t mention him. Do you have a death wish?”
Lu Zhuojin picked up Xia Wanzhi and pressed her against the wall of the restroom stall. He smiled at her and whispered softly in her ear, “Don’t be afraid~”
Seeing this smile, Xia Wanzhi instinctively felt something was off. This smile was very much like the one Lu Zhuojin had given her that night before he took her hand to kill someone—elegant, careless, and dangerous.
The next second, Lu Zhuojin pushed open the restroom stall door with a “bang.”
Xia Wanzhi’s heart also jumped to her throat with a “thump.” It’s over…
Outside, two women saw Lu Zhuojin dressed in a silver-gray suit, appearing elegant and relaxed. He leaned sideways, pushed open the stall door, and firmly pressed a girl inside the stall against the wall, shielding her completely. Only her fair calves and a few strands of smooth black hair were visible.
They froze, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Thankfully, they hadn’t continued gossiping about this living Yama King just now. Otherwise, he might have beaten them to death right here on the spot.
Xia Wanzhi timidly peeked through the gap between Lu Zhuojin’s arms. She saw two noble young ladies—one wearing a pure white gown, the other in a green gown. Their demeanor, makeup, and attire all reflected the style of wealthy young ladies, truly different from her own.
Lu Zhuojin’s handsome, coldly beautiful face was illuminated by the light, casting sharp, deep shadows. The corners of his lips curled in a faint, ambiguous smile as he glanced at the two women with indifferent eyes. His tone was cool. “What other gossip do you know? Share it with me.”
“Miss Su of the Su family, and Third Miss Fu of the Fu family?”
Lu Zhuojin immediately identified both of them, his tone cold and his eyes icy, frightening them into trembling. “Lu… President Lu, we were wrong. We shouldn’t have talked about you…”
Lu Zhuojin smiled with a hint of wickedness. “Wrong?”
“Then, how should you apologize?”
The woman in the white gown smiled obsequiously, adding a touch of coquettishness as she addressed Lu Zhuojin. “President Lu, how should we apologize? We really were wrong.”
Lu Zhuojin lifted his eyelids slightly, yawned, and spoke lazily. “Since it’s your mouths that were cheap, naturally you should slap yourselves. Do you want me to do it, or will you do it yourselves?”
The two women paused, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with regret, remorse, and… fear. They both knew this man was insane—he could grab their heads and smash them together in the next second.
The two women bit their lips, took a deep breath, and each gave the other a hard slap across the face with a loud “smack.” They looked at Lu Zhuojin, their voices trembling. “President Lu, please let us go…”
Lu Zhuojin snorted coldly, his gaze indifferent and languid. “Get lost.”
“A reminder: this girl is sensitive. If I hear any rumors about her spread, whether you can remain pampered young ladies is not guaranteed.”
The two women fled in terror, not daring to even breathe heavily. “We absolutely wouldn’t dare.” They scurried away in disarray.
Xia Wanzhi hadn’t expected that the Su and Fu families—both affluent and influential in the business world—would also fear Lu Zhuojin.
They hadn’t uttered a single word of gossip about Lu Zhuojin, yet when he said to slap themselves, they actually did it. And these were pampered young ladies from wealthy families.
Was this what Lu Zhuojin meant by setting his own rules of the game?
Xia Wanzhi lowered her head in thought. But how could she possibly set rules for others to follow? She curled her lips in self-mockery. People are different from one another.
The contradictory qualities of elegance and danger were perfectly fused in Lu Zhuojin, inspiring fear in those who beheld him.
Lu Zhuojin looked down at Xia Wanzhi, trembling in his arms, afraid of being discovered. He leaned close to her and asked, “Are you happy now that those foul-mouthed people have been slapped?”
It dawned on Xia Wanzhi belatedly—had Lu Zhuojin come out of the private room specifically because they were talking about her?
It had to be said, watching them slap each other… did feel pretty satisfying.
Lu Zhuojin pinched her pale little face. “Little one, didn’t I tell you not to be afraid?”
At first, Xia Wanzhi had been afraid of being discovered. Now, what she feared… was Lu Zhuojin.
Her dress was already…
Her hands clutched at the front of her dress, terrified it might slip.
Lu Zhuojin watched her disheveled state, her skin fairer than snow, the kiss marks from last time still visible on her snow-white shoulders. His gaze grew deeper, darker, his breathing heavier. He narrowed his eyes, sweeping them over her body.
Xia Wanzhi had experienced this before and knew what it meant. Startled, she shrank back. “Th-this is the women’s restroom.”
Lu Zhuojin smiled, his demeanor elegant. “I know.”
“Isn’t it more exciting?”