“Youning, is this your first time coming to a place like this?”
After entering, Fang Youning sat down on the sofa. Fang Zhouyang moved close to her and sat down, chatting with her with a relaxed smile.
“Mm.”
Fang Youning lowered her head in response, her gaze dark and unreadable!
Fang Zhouyang said, “No need to be nervous. This place isn’t as scary as the rumors say—it’s just an ordinary meeting spot. Are you hungry now? Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll have someone bring it in.”
“Are there any soup dumplings?” Fang Youning asked.
Fang Zhouyang was taken aback for a moment, then said with a smile, “There should be. I’ll go out and ask. Have some water first.”
As he spoke, he poured a glass of water for her and waited until she brought it to her lips before leaving.
Half an hour later, the door to the private room opened.
However, the person standing at the doorway didn’t come in. Instead, he glanced inside.
Seeing that the girl had indeed collapsed on the sofa, the corners of his lips curled upward before he closed the door again.
A while later, the door opened once more, and Young Master Chen walked in.
As he made his way inside, he began taking off his jacket, tossing it casually onto a nearby sofa.
By the time he approached the girl, he had already undone two buttons of his shirt and pulled off his belt, throwing it onto the floor.
The girl lay collapsed on the sofa, her palm-sized face half-hidden by her dark, flowing hair, giving her an air of delicate mystery. A pair of snow-white, long legs were exposed, shimmering enticingly under the dim light.
This dress was truly beautiful, accentuating her perfect curves.
Such a beautiful woman would soon be his.
At the thought of this, Young Master Chen couldn’t help but feel his blood boil, eagerly lunging forward.
However, just as he pressed down on the girl—
Her eyes suddenly snapped open, and she swiftly pressed a handkerchief over his mouth. By the time he widened his eyes and realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
His body went limp and powerless, sliding from the sofa onto the floor.
Fang Youning tossed the handkerchief aside, stood up, and gave him a light kick with her foot.
The dosage was indeed strong—it had knocked him out so quickly.
Still, she wasn’t entirely at ease. She picked up the man’s belt and tied him up in the same way one would truss a pig.
Once he was securely bound, she walked over and locked the door of the private room from the inside, just in case someone barged in unexpectedly.
“Ah…”
Young Master Chen woke up in pain. Fang Youning had jabbed a sharp object into his thigh—of course it hurt.
“What are you doing? Let me go!”
Realizing his current predicament, Young Master Chen struggled fiercely, roaring and shouting.
Fang Youning snorted coldly, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face.
Young Master Chen’s head jerked to the side, half of his face going numb.
Soon, the numbness faded, replaced by overwhelming pain. A thick, metallic taste of blood filled his entire mouth, making him spit involuntarily—only to spew out a mouthful of blood.
“Ahhh, I’m bleeding! What do you want?”
Young Master Chen had never suffered like this in his entire life. Terrified, he immediately burst into tears, sobbing pitifully as he asked, completely devoid of his earlier arrogance.
Fang Youning smiled faintly. Indeed, he was no different from ordinary people. He might look intimidating, but he was just a paper tiger—one slap was enough to make him behave.
Still, one slap wasn’t enough.
She jabbed the sharp object into his leg again and said, “Did you really think my father was sincere about cooperating with you? He was just using a honey trap to lure you in. You fool—you actually fell for it.”
“How dare Fang Dongming treat me like this,” Young Master Chen gnashed his teeth in fury.
Fang Youning stepped forward and began stripping off his clothes, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.
Throughout the process, Young Master Chen kept howling. Although he wouldn’t have minded being intimate with a beautiful woman, it certainly wasn’t under these circumstances—tied up and utterly helpless. Even as a man, being stripped naked while unable to resist filled him with shame.
“What do you want? Waaah…”
Fang Youning slapped him again.
Every time he asked, she would give him another slap.
Fortunately, she was used to hard labor and had plenty of strength.
After stripping him, she took out her phone and snapped several photos.
Waving the phone in front of his face, she said, “If these photos get leaked, you’ll bring shame to your entire family’s ancestors. So now you understand why, right? My dad just wants leverage over you. With this in hand, he’s not afraid you won’t cooperate.”
“Fang Dongming…”
Young Master Chen’s eyes bulged with rage as he spat out the name through gritted teeth.
But as soon as he finished, Fang Youning stuffed a rag from the bathroom into his mouth.
“My dad’s name—who gave you the right to call it?”
She snorted fiercely, putting on the act of a dutiful daughter.
Young Master Chen shed tears of humiliation, now even more convinced that Fang Dongming had indeed ordered her to do this.
“Young Master Chen, rest well here! I’ll hang up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign to make sure you won’t be bothered all night. Now, I’m off to report back to my dad.”
Fang Youning flashed a playful smile, stood up, and left.
True to her word, after leaving, she hung a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door.
She had actually been to this KTV before—she’d worked here for a while in the past.
So she knew that once such a sign was hung, no one would enter.
After leaving, she hailed a taxi. Instead of returning to the Fang residence, she went to a hotel under the He Group. She then called Chen Shu and asked him to help arrange a room for her.
There was no other choice—her ID was still at the Fang family home, and without it, she couldn’t check in herself.
Chen Shu was surprised to receive her call but immediately contacted the hotel manager, instructing the front desk to arrange the best presidential suite for her.
After all, she might very well become their future boss’s wife—of course, he had to treat her well.
Once everything was arranged, Chen Shu personally went to report the matter to his boss.
He Zhenting was momentarily taken aback upon hearing it but soon replied calmly, “Do as she says. Give her whatever she wants.”
“Yes.”
Chen Shu nodded.
He was now even more certain that she was their future boss’s wife.
So after leaving the boss’s residence, he called the hotel manager again, emphasizing that Miss Fang must be well taken care of and all her needs met.
Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, they had to create a starry ceiling for her tonight.
After checking in, Fang Youning did indeed ask the staff for something—though not the stars or the moon, but a T-shirt and a pair of casual pants.
No wonder they gave her this dress—it was just packaging for the product.
After showering, she angrily threw the clothes into the trash. Indeed, she shouldn’t have held any hope for this family.
Yet, when she thought of the warmth Fang Zhouyang had shown her these past few days, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness amid her disappointment.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, she lay down on the spacious bed and pulled the covers over her face.
Was it because of the so-called Suffering Fate that the whole family had to treat her this way?
Since no one loved her, then she would love herself.
Since they looked down on her and thought she was worthless, she would prove to them that they were wrong.
The next day, she left the hotel wearing new clothes and returned to the Fang family.
Seeing her return in clothes different from the day before, Fang Mingzhu’s eyes lit up, and she immediately asked loudly on purpose, “Sister, why didn’t you come home last night, and why did you change your clothes? Did you stay out overnight?”
“Where’s Dad?” Fang Youning asked with a dark expression.
Seeing her gloomy demeanor, Fang Mingzhu knew something must have happened last night, and her heart grew even more excited. She said smugly, “Dad is upstairs. Don’t worry, he won’t blame you for staying out all night.”
Just as she spoke, Fang Dongming came downstairs.
Seeing her, he said with rare kindness, “Youning, I already know about what happened last night. Don’t worry, you are my daughter, and I will definitely seek justice for you. I’ll call Young Master Chen right now and make him take responsibility for you.”