Clang.
The dagger flew out of hand, arcing through the air in a parabola, plunging headfirst into the roadside mud.
Su Rou’s wrist throbbed with intense pain—her whole body was yanked backward by this monstrous force, falling ass-first onto the wet, cold asphalt, mud splashing all over her.
The amusement in Qin Hongyi’s eyes froze, then she raised an eyebrow, her gaze playful.
Gu Chen retracted his foot, making no move to help her up.
He leisurely adjusted the too-high slit in his skirt.
Then, bare on one foot, he hopped forward two steps—that pair of long legs, dazzling white under the car lights, boldly exposed to the air.
“So dirty.”
Gu Chen disdainfully glanced at the mud pit, then used the tip of his remaining high heel—frivolous to the extreme—to tilt up Su Rou’s tear-streaked chin.
“Miss Su, is your brain filled with paste?”
Gu Chen’s nation-toppling beautiful face was full of sharp mockery, his voice shrill and piercing. “Is your blood valuable? Or do you think someone of President Qin’s status lacks a couple pounds of your pig blood to make maoxuewang?”
Su Rou was forced to look up, staring at that face so similar to Gu Chen’s, yet spewing such venomous words—she was completely stunned.
“You… what are you saying? I’m saving you…”
“Saving me?”
Gu Chen scoffed, that laugh carrying undisguised vulgarity.
“What are you saving me with? With your cheap self-moved emotions? Or with that worthless rotten life of yours?”
He bent down, those lustrous peach blossom eyes closing in on Su Rou, his tone flippant. “Miss Su, get the situation straight.”
“I’m out here selling my body for glory, not acting in a melodrama. President Qin is very angry right now—you dirtied her turf, and even selling your whole Su family wouldn’t cover the cleaning fee.”
“You…” Su Rou trembled all over—that was the reaction of being humiliated to the extreme. “How can you be so…”
“So shameless?”
Gu Chen snatched the words, laughing uproariously—even going further by reaching out, patting Su Rou’s pale face.
“That thing called face—can it be swiped? Can it buy Hermès? Can it exchange for my presidential suite on the top floor of Night Color?”
He straightened up, lazily extending a hand, palm up, held out in front of Su Rou.
“Skip the fake stuff. Want to do good for me? Sure.”
Gu Chen turned back, tossing Qin Hongyi a flirtatious glance—that manner was overflowing with seduction, where was the half-bit of sharpness from his earlier actions?
“President Qin, since this little girl wants to play the big spender, we shouldn’t pass up on money. My appearance fee is very expensive, right?”
Qin Hongyi narrowed her eyes, her gaze flowing between the two.
Gu Chen’s words sounded like trampling dignity for money, but every word was pushing Su Rou away.
But so what?
Watching Gu Chen degrade himself into a thorough gold-digging bitch just to please her—this feeling was damn satisfying.
“Fine.”
Qin Hongyi’s red lips parted lightly. “As long as the money’s there, I don’t mind switching toys.”
With approval, Gu Chen turned back, demanding exorbitantly. “Hear that? Fifty million.”
His fingers waved in front of Su Rou. “Cash transfer, immediately, right now. One cent less, and I’ll have President Qin chop up all your bodyguards and feed them to dogs.”
Su Rou looked at him in disbelief.
Fifty million?
“You… you’re really just for the money?” Su Rou’s tears burst forth, some fantasy filter in her heart shattering completely.
“Nonsense!” Gu Chen urged impatiently.
“For love? Su Rou, you read too many CEO novels? Hurry up! This lady still has to go back and accompany President Qin in a mandarin duck bath—no time to get rained on with you.”
“As long as you pay, I won’t play real feelings with her.”
Su Rou took a deep breath, trembling as she pulled out her phone from her bosom.
She was the Su family’s young miss—fifty million hurt, but for that person who looked like Gu Chen, she’d give it.
Even if this person was already rotten through.
“Fine, I’ll give it.”
Su Rou gritted her teeth, operating quickly. “Account.”
Gu Chen reported an overseas anonymous account.
That wasn’t his personal account—it was a special money-laundering springboard account.
Ding.
In less than a minute, the transfer success notification sounded.
Gu Chen looked at the receipt info on his phone, his gaze complex—but in an instant, covered by an even more wicked smile.
“Thanks, sucker.”
Gu Chen shook the phone, then made a move that left everyone breathless.
He snatched a wad of bills from Su Rou’s bodyguard’s hand.
That was cash Su Rou had prepared earlier for tipping—probably a few tens of thousands.
Whoosh.
With a flick of his wrist.
The red bills fluttered like paper money in the downpour, scattering everywhere—finally landing on Su Rou’s head, her body, the muddy water.
“Miss Su, these few tens of thousands are change—your tip.”
Gu Chen looked at Su Rou kneeling in the pile of money, his gaze cold as if watching a dog. “Don’t let me see you again. Every time I see a love-brain like you who only knows how to cry, I feel unlucky.”
“Scram.”
The last word—Gu Chen didn’t use that soft, sticky female voice, but a deep guttural tone from his throat, carrying murderous aura.
Su Rou knelt dazed in the rain, watching the bills dancing in the sky—her dignity shattered on the ground.
She was wrong.
This wasn’t Gu Chen at all.
Gu Chen was domineering, cold-blooded, but would never be so low, so shameless.
This was just a monster with the same skin, but a soul already rotted and stinking.
Playing her for a fool.
“We’re leaving!”
Su Rou climbed up from the ground, not even picking up the dagger—finally giving Gu Chen a deep look, that was the gaze of complete heartbreak.
The convoy roared away.
Just as hurried as when they came, leaving only a mess and bills still rolling in the wind and rain.
Until the last car’s taillights disappeared around the corner.
Gu Chen’s straight spine swayed for a moment.
“Heh.”
A light laugh came from behind.
Qin Hongyi walked up behind him.
She wasn’t angry that Gu Chen had let Su Rou go—instead, she was very excited.
An extremely rich, mellow emotional energy was emanating endlessly from her.
It was a mix of superiority, possessiveness, and the extreme pleasure from seeing an old rival humiliated.
“Gu Qingcheng.”
Qin Hongyi hugged Gu Chen’s waist from behind, her chin resting on his slender shoulder. “What a good show. To drive that silly girl away, you even pulled out such low-down tricks? Turning yourself into a money-obsessed whore—Young Master Gu, that’s quite the sacrifice.”
Gu Chen closed his eyes.
Qin Hongyi’s emotions right now were simply the highest-grade aviation fuel, pouring madly into his depleted meridians through their touching skin.
The overdrawn dizziness instantly vanished—instead, there was an addictive fullness.
This woman really was the best human charger.
“Sacrifice?”
Gu Chen turned around, smoothly falling into Qin Hongyi’s embrace.
On his demonic face, where was the half-bit of coldness toward Su Rou now?
His eyes flowed with allure, full of seductive charm.
Like the body’s instinct flattering the charger.
“President Qin, this isn’t sacrifice—this is professional integrity.”
Gu Chen extended a finger, hooking Qin Hongyi’s damaged suit collar, pulling lightly—the distance between them closed instantly.
“If that silly girl stayed here, she’d only get in the way. Besides…”
He shook the phone in his hand, the screen displaying exactly that fifty-million receipt record.
“With this fifty-million transaction record, I can reverse-trace the Su family’s current capital chain interface. Gu Mingzhe said Qin Mu wants to swallow the Su family? Heh, I’ll make him shatter even his teeth.”
Qin Hongyi looked at the red lips inches away, her throat tightening.
This man—too good at manipulating her.
Knowing full well he was using her, knowing he was acting—but watching his fox borrowing tiger’s might act, this anger just surged up.
“Isn’t it time to fulfill your words?”
Qin Hongyi grabbed the back of Gu Chen’s head, her gaze dangerous. “Young Master Gu, my bathtub is big, the water’s hot too. Since you said earlier you’d accompany me to wash…”
“I was joking.” Gu Chen instantly cowered, trying a tactical lean back.
“Too late.”
Qin Hongyi gave him no chance to regret, directly hoisting him over her shoulder by the waist.
Like carrying a sack, striding toward that black off-road vehicle long parked at the door.
“Qin Hongyi! Put me down! I have mysophobia! These clothes are from a dead person! Fuck!”
In the rainy night, Gu Chen’s furious curses and Qin Hongyi’s unrestrained laughter mixed together, gradually fading away.