Qin Hongyi walked in, followed by two female doctors wearing masks, pushing a small cart full of cold instruments.
Gu Chen instinctively curled up his legs—the chain on his ankle clattered.
“What are you going to do now?”
Qin Hongyi casually tossed her suit jacket onto the sofa, rolled up her shirt sleeves, revealing smooth-lined forearms.
“Routine maintenance.”
With a light flick of her fingertip, the two female doctors pushed the cart closer.
“Get lost! Don’t touch me!”
Gu Chen grabbed a pillow and threw it.
As a result, the pillow floated lightly to the ground, without even a sound.
One female doctor single-handedly pressed down on his shoulder, while the other raised a syringe.
“Miss Gu, please cooperate. This is the necessary medication to maintain functions.”
“I’m not Miss Gu! Let go!” Gu Chen kicked desperately, but in the hands of professionals, this bit of struggle was simply flirtatious.
Gu Chen was firmly pinned to the bed, unable to move.
The needle pierced the vein.
The icy liquid was injected—a hard-to-describe limp sensation exploded instantly.
The little weak strength he had was completely drained.
He panted heavily, limp on the bed.
Qin Hongyi waved away the doctors, strolled to the bedside, and sat down.
Cool fingertips traced over Gu Chen’s exquisite collarbone, her gaze playful.
“Tsk, still so wild.”
She pulled a photo from her pocket, waving it in front of Gu Chen’s eyes.
A family portrait.
In the photo, Gu Chen was in a sharp suit, standing behind Old Master Gu, his gaze utterly arrogant.
That was his last dignity.
This was Gu Chen’s most cherished photo, always kept in his personal wallet.
Snap.
The lighter flame leaped up.
The corner of the photo instantly curled and blackened.
“Ah! Qin Hongyi, how dare you!” Gu Chen’s eyes bulged in rage, reaching out to grab it.
Qin Hongyi flipped her wrist, easily dodging, letting the burning ashes flutter down, landing on Gu Chen’s snow-white thigh, scalding a small red spot.
“Hiss—”
Gu Chen trembled all over in pain.
This damn body was too delicate—this bit of scald felt like being pressed with a cigarette butt.
Qin Hongyi watched the photo turn to ashes, her expression indifferent: “I told you, there’s no more Gu Chen in the world.”
She grabbed Gu Chen’s long hair, forcing him to look at the tray beside.
There lay a set of deep purple haute couture gown, and a set of black lace lingerie with only a few straps.
“Put it on.”
A short two-word command.
Gu Chen stared fixedly at that pile of fabric, shame rushing straight to the top of his head, his face flushing red.
“I won’t wear it… Qin Hongyi, if you have the guts, just kill me straight away!”
These were women’s clothes!
And that style!
Making a grown man like him wear this—it’d be better to just torture him to death!
“Not wearing it?”
Qin Hongyi raised an eyebrow, her eyes revealing a wicked smile. “Looks like Young Master Gu prefers going commando? I don’t mind—after all, the one losing face tonight is you.”
With that, she made a move to lift the blanket.
“You! Pervert!”
Gu Chen clutched the blanket corner tightly.
He had never lost at the negotiation table, because he could always grasp his opponent’s weakness.
But now, his weakness—this shameful body—was completely in Qin Hongyi’s grasp.
This crazy bitch, she really could do it.
The air fell dead silent for three seconds.
“I’ll wear it.”
Gu Chen gritted his teeth, squeezing out these two words through the gaps.
As long as there’s life, there’s hope.
As long as he was alive, there would always be a chance to step on this woman!
Han Xin could endure the humiliation under the crotch—he, Gu Chen, wearing women’s clothes, what’s the big deal?
Just treat it as biding time and enduring hardship!
Qin Hongyi smiled in satisfaction, reaching out to pat Gu Chen’s burning cheek.
“So obedient. But looking at your limp appearance, you probably can’t put it on yourself.”
She stood up, slowly unbuttoned her cufflinks, and leaned over him.
“As the master, I’ll be merciful and help you put it on.”
“You… get away! I’ll do it myself!” Gu Chen retreated in horror.
“Don’t move.” Qin Hongyi’s voice cooled. “Move again, and I’ll tie you up to put it on.”
The next twenty minutes were simply hell-level punishment for Gu Chen.
Qin Hongyi’s fingers were icy, tracing every inch of his body.
Rather than helping dress, it was more like unrestrained groping and humiliation.
“Perfect.”
Qin Hongyi whispered in his ear. “Too bad, the soul in this body is too detestable.”
Finally, the gown was on.
The deep purple haute couture mermaid skirt, with extremely tricky tailoring, tightly wrapping Gu Chen’s current curves.
Large area hollowed out at the back, white to the point of dazzling.
The skirt slit high to the thigh root—long legs vaguely visible with movement, tempting crime.
Qin Hongyi pushed him in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The person in the mirror, black hair and red lips, stunningly glamorous beyond measure.
The tear stains at the corners of the eyes not only didn’t look disheveled, but exuded a sense of brokenness.
This was a calamitous demoness who could ruin nations.
“Let’s go, Gu Qingcheng.”
Qin Hongyi forcibly linked arms with Gu Chen.
“Su Rou is already waiting. I heard that to mourn your death, she’s specially wearing all black tonight. Tell me, when she sees you appear arm-in-arm with me, how wonderful will her expression be?”
Gu Chen’s whole body stiffened.
Su Rou.
His fiancée, childhood sweetheart.
That gentle woman who would blush even when speaking loudly.
If she saw him like this now…
Gu Chen didn’t dare think.
He was half-dragged, half-carried out of the basement by Qin Hongyi, stuffed into a stretched Lincoln.
The car door closed.
Gu Chen looked through the one-way glass at the passing night scenery of Beijing outside the window.
This was the Beijing he knew.
Neon lights still, but his life had been completely overturned.
He took a deep breath.
Endure.
He must endure.
Even if using this body to seduce, to flatter, using all his knowledge of Qin Hongyi’s business empire—even in hell, he would crawl out a path to survival!
Qin Hongyi, let’s wait and see.
Jin Di Hao Ting, Beijing’s top gold-sinking den—tonight, the “gold” content was off the charts.
Young Master Zhao’s birthday banquet—Beijing circle’s notable figures were all present.
Ambiguous lights, swaying liquor, the air filled with the fermented scent of money.
When Qin Hongyi appeared arm-in-arm with Gu Chen, the originally noisy banquet hall quieted for a moment.
One could even hear someone swallowing saliva.
Qin Hongyi’s aura fully open, cold and glamorous, domineering.
The kind of aura that could step all the men present under her feet.
And the woman beside her instantly stole all the men’s souls.
That was an extremely aggressive beauty.
The deep purple haute couture gown tightly wrapped that fine waist, exposed skin eye-catching.
With flowing eye waves, clearly carrying killing intent—but in others’ eyes, it became a seductive resistance with hooks.
Every step swayed gracefully.
Actually, the high heels were too inhumane, legs weak and unsteady.
“Who the hell is this? Qin the Mad’s new pet?”
“Stunning… this figure, this face—when did Beijing produce such a vixen?”
“I heard Qin Hongyi only plays with women—looks like it’s true…”
Whispers drilled into Gu Chen’s ears.
He lowered his head, his face burning hot.
Theå ‚å ‚ Gu Chen—before, walking such red carpets was always surrounded by stars—now actually like an accessory, being judged head to toe!
Gu Chen gripped Qin Hongyi’s arm tightly, nails almost digging into the flesh.
Qin Hongyi seemed to enjoy this kitten-scratching pain, instead扣ing his waist even more dominantly.
“That’s… Su Rou?”
Gu Chen suddenly looked up.
Not far away, a woman in a black long dress was holding a wine glass, expression desolate.
It really was Su Rou.
She was thinner than before, eyes red and swollen—obviously just cried.
Gu Chen’s heart shrank fiercely, instinctively wanting to call her name.
“Su…”
A sharp pain at his waist soft flesh.
Qin Hongyi’s two fingers ruthlessly pinched his waist, face wearing a proper smile, leaning to his ear to warn: “Dare make a sound, and I’ll make the Su family bankrupt tomorrow.”
Gu Chen instantly silenced.
The current Gu family was in chaos—no one could protect the Su family.
This crazy woman really could do it.
Qin Hongyi led him through the crowd, like showing off.
Gu Chen saw many familiar faces.
This feeling was too absurd.
The Young Master Wang who used to call him brother—now staring at his chest with a nauseating gaze.
Subordinates who used to be respectful to him—now gossiping with others about how miserably Gu Chen died, whether even the ashes were scattered.
Everyone drunk, I alone sober—but I turned into a sissy.
Gu Chen’s stomach churned.
“Yo, isn’t this President Qin?”
A frivolous voice sounded.
A man in a floral suit blocked the way, shaking half a glass of red wine, his gaze straight past Qin Hongyi, sticking to Gu Chen.
Zhao Tai.
The second-generation ancestor Gu Chen used to look down on the most—proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, brain full of water.
“President Qin, this beauty looks unfamiliar? Won’t you introduce her to your brother?”