The following events require no further explanation.

The mall opened smoothly, and Changmao Real Estate signed an event invitation with Qi Kexin...

Apart from this part.

He requested to have a relationship with Yu Weimei, which was also suggested by Jin Fengyulu.

When he first heard this suggestion, he thought it was quite crazy. But then, he pondered, as they say, a man would gladly perish under a peony, to be with a goddess like Yu Weimei in an intimate interaction—how delightful that would be?

These two hours.

For Zhou Zenghua, they were unbearably long.

Watching the time tick by second by second.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore and drove to the hotel where Yu Weimei was staying.

Before knocking on the door.

He blew into his palm.

Once he confirmed there was no bad breath, he knocked on the door of the room.

The door opened.

Yu Weimei appeared in a robe.

She still looked wet, her hair not yet dry.

Perhaps owing to the long anticipation, or maybe the effects of the drugs were starting to show, Zhou Zenghua couldn't hold it any longer. He wrapped his arms around Yu Weimei's waist, murmuring, "Sweetheart, these two hours have been torturous for me…"

As he spoke.

His hands began exploring her slender waist.

Even though Yu Weimei felt a surge of disgust inside.

But recalling Jin Fengyulu's words, she had to suppress her feelings.

Complaint with a trace of coquetry: "Oh, President Zhou, you're too impatient. Go take a shower first…"

"Yes yes, a shower, a shower. To play with my darling, I must be clean. You lie down on the bed and wait for me. I'll just go wash up now…"

With that, he skipped into the bathroom.

The sound of splashing water echoed out.

Yu Weimei sighed.

She sat down on the sofa, picked up a pre-poured glass of red wine, and downed it in one go.

As soon as she'd finished.

Zhou Zenghua came out bare-bodied.

One glance, and Yu Weimei felt even more disgusted.

The greatest comfort in this matter was supposed to be Zhou Zenghua pleasing her, but even in its most robust state, his tool of pleasure was only slightly thicker than a thumb. It seemed destined that tonight would be mere playacting.

Zhou Zenghua, however, didn't mind.

Like a hungry wolf, he shoved Yu Weimei down onto the sofa.

His clumsy hands fumbling to untie the waist of her robe.

When the lingerie revealed itself, Zhou Zenghua almost choked.

Before him was a deep purple "battle dress."

The style vaguely reminiscent of evening wear.

But visually, it was virtually see-through, the fullness of the chest and the tenderness between the legs faintly in view, exceedingly seductive.

No trace of restraint remained.

He opened his mouth wide, capturing the little grape atop the hill, and began to lick.

Though the sensation was very uncomfortable.

Yu Weimei still emitted soft moans, cooperating.

This naturally made Zhou Zenghua quite contented.

After thoroughly savoring the upper half.

He finally reached the lower half.

No fancy foreplay.

He simply lifted the lace hem, spreading Yu Weimei's legs wide open, exposing the entire garden to his view.

After a meticulous appreciation.

His mouth couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful…"

With those words.

He dove in again.

In an instant, the sound of suckling filled the air.

Initially full of disdain, Yu Weimei, gradually, found herself experiencing a touch of pleasure.

Thinking, though his equipment was far from impressive, at least his oral skills were decent.

Thinking this way.

Her body began to respond.

The Abyss also started oozing silky essence...

With the bow taut, the arrow had to fly.

After a round of tasting.

Zhou Zenghua finally reached the final stage of preparing for battle.

He positioned his spear, aiming at the bullseye.

With a gentle thrust.

The refined, warm embrace enveloped him...

In an instant.

A wave of ambiguous and wanton aroma flooded the room...

Downstairs.

Jin Fengyulu's nanny car had also arrived.

When the car door opened.

Chen Fang was just about to get out.

But Jin Fengyulu suddenly grabbed his clothing…

"Is there anything else?"

Chen Fang asked.

Jin Fengyulu gave a shallow smile, saying, "Mr. Chen, I won't be accompanying you inside. I also hope you won't try any tricks in the process, but then again, if you do, I will certainly find out. If that happens, it'll be hard to clean up the mess if someone gets hurt. I hope you understand the consequences."

The words sounded calm and steady.

Yet, the threat was unmistakable.

Chen Fang didn't respond.

He confidently got out of the car and walked inside.

As expected.

Upon entering.

He immediately noticed a man sitting on the sofa.

It looked like he was reading a newspaper, but in reality, he was watching Chen Fang's every move.

It wasn't just him.

A security guard in the corner of the lobby.

Also kept his eyes fixed on Chen Fang.

These two guys were undoubtedly Jin Fengyulu's plants.

At that moment, he couldn't help but marvel at how far-reaching this woman's influence was, as if every step he took was within her calculation.

Once inside the elevator.

Chen Fang intended to press the button for the floor of the room.

But then he thought better of it and pressed the button for the floor below the room.

He had to find an opportunity to alert someone, even if Jin Fengyulu discovered it, he could claim it was a mistake.

Not long after.

With a ding, the elevator opened.

Chen Fang was just about to step out.

When suddenly, a cleaning lady parked her cart in front of the elevator.

She glanced inside, expressionless, and said, "Mr. Chen, Miss Jin wanted me to remind you not to try anything funny. This isn't your floor destination."

In that moment.

Chen Fang's mind exploded.

Who on earth was this woman?

How could she precisely anticipate his every move?

Had she stationed someone on every floor?

"Is that so? Did I press the wrong button?" Chen Fang mumbled to himself.

Then pressed the button for the floor above.

Given the circumstances.

He realized things must proceed without a hitch, or else no one could ensure Jin Fengyulu wouldn't mess with Song Lanre and the others.

The elevator doors opened once more.

This time, he dared not delay.

He went directly to the door indicated by the room card.

He looked around.

Once he confirmed no one was following, he took out the room card and swiped it to open the door.

"Is anyone there? I'm coming in!"

Chen Fang called out.

There was no response from inside.

So, he stepped in.

But just as he crossed the threshold, he sensed something amiss behind him…

He wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

He only felt a hard object strike his shoulder and neck with a thud, a dizzying sensation rushed over him, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.