Shu Yao was completely unguarded towards Qing Sihui, unaware of the deep hatred he harbored for her.
All this hatred stemmed from Shu Yao's past accusation against him in front of Anthony, which had left him in such a dire predicament.
He already detested the disgusting acts between men, yet now he had become the very person he loathed most.
Such humiliation was etched into his bones, making it impossible for Qing Sihui to forgive or accept Shu Yao.
After drinking the water, Qing Sihui held Shu Yao...
After an unknown period, her thoughts became increasingly muddled...
At this point, Qing Sihui left, restraining her with something.
Before heading to the bathroom to shower, Qing Sihui made a phone call, "Bring the person over."
"Yes, President Qing."
The person on the other end of the line responded and hung up.
After a long wait, five or six men, carrying camera equipment, gradually appeared in the small bedroom of the President's office.
These men were robust, powerfully built, and tall, giving off a savage aura like butchers at first glance.
Qing Muye looked at the five men before him, a cold smile curving his thin lips.
He said nothing and turned to walk out of the President's office.
He retrieved a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet in his office, opened it, poured a glass, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing by the glass and gazing at the dazzling cityscape of Lancheng.
Half of his plan was complete, yet Qing Sihui felt no pleasure from his revenge; instead, his mood grew heavier.
Qing Sihui thought that he had already retaliated against Shu Yao.
But what then?
How should he deal with Anthony?
As long as Anthony existed in the future, his days would be dark, painful, and despairing.
Yet, he was bearing all of this, which was entirely caused by Shu Yao.
"Hahaha..."
"I must say, this girl is quite spirited."
"We got lucky today."
"Indeed, hahaha..."
Because the small bedroom had a gap left intentionally, the door was ajar, and he could hear everything happening inside clearly.
That night, Qing Sihui stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and drank three whole bottles of red wine, his expression remaining indifferent as he listened to the incessant sounds from the room.
A conspiracy and scheme that lasted for several hours, and finally, everyone dispersed.
Everything felt like a nightmare, but the person involved, Shu Yao, remained completely unaware.
She slept until the afternoon of the next day.
"Mmm... so painful..."
Shu Yao woke up, feeling sore all over, especially in a certain place, which ached faintly.
But when she saw Qing Sihui standing by the window, fully dressed, her mind was occupied by the news of his 'cancer,' and she could no longer recall her physical discomfort.
"Ah Hui, you're awake? How are you feeling...?"
Recalling the previous night's fervor, she genuinely worried if Qing Sihui's body could handle it.
The man turned around leisurely, looked at Shu Yao lying on the bed, and smiled, "Awake? Go wash up quickly."
If she didn't, he would only feel disgusted.
"Oh."
Shu Yao assumed it was due to their passionate night, and he wanted her to clean up.
After all, she felt sticky, likely from the summer heat, and there was an odor that made her uncomfortable.
She got up and wrapped herself in a bath towel to go to the bathroom.
But with every step, her body ached intensely.
She knew it was the 'aftermath' of excessive exertion, but thinking about how she had been so proactive the previous night, and that they had both enjoyed it, this little pain was nothing.
Shu Yao remained silent, afraid that speaking out would make Qing Sihui feel guilty.
She went to the bathroom to shower, ran hot water, but the moment she touched the water, a sharp pain made her gasp, "Hiss... Mmm..."
Enduring the pain, Shu Yao finished her shower and changed into the clean clothes Qing Sihui had prepared. Then, pursing her red lips, her hands clasped behind her back, a blush of maidenly shyness on her exquisite face, she said, "Ah Hui, I'm sorry... for making the... lounge so messy."
God, Shu Yao, you're really crazy.
Knowing Qing Sihui was ill, yet acting so wildly was utterly irresponsible.
She secretly vowed in her heart that from now on, she absolutely, absolutely would not 'go wild' like this with him.
Qing Sihui's cold eyes swept over the disheveled bedroom, a flicker of light in his gaze, and he turned to open the window for some fresh air.
The bedroom was nauseating.
"What are you thinking about? Let's go, I'll take you to eat." He walked up to her, tilted his head, and patted her forehead, assuming she must be hungry.
And so, they went to dine.
For Shu Yao, these past few days were incredibly happy.
Being with Qing Sihui, enjoying his pampering and care, she felt as if she had fallen into a jar of honey, even the air was sweet.
Alas, fate is a cruel mistress.
This day, Anthony had business that required him to travel to Lancheng.
Qing Sihui naturally couldn't refuse Anthony's pressure; he was like a fish on a chopping block, at his mercy.
The anger and hatred in his heart grew bit by bit, but he dared not speak out.
After Anthony left, Qing Sihui took Shu Yao to the company again.
That night, Shu Yao didn't leave, but she fell into a deep 'sleep' again, as if dead.
But Shu Yao was completely unaware of everything that happened after she 'fell asleep.'
Qing Sihui sat on the sofa, legs crossed on the coffee table, his bone-like jade fingers swirling the red wine in his glass. He leisurely sipped the wine, listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom, and he smiled, his smile not reaching his eyes.
Then, his laughter became increasingly unrestrained, "Haha... Hahahahaha..."
He cackled like a madman, lost in his own wild laughter.
Qing Sihui didn't know why he was laughing, but he only felt that fate was playing tricks, making life seem both pathetic and laughable.
He laughed at the unfairness of destiny, while Shu Yao remained oblivious, unaware of anything.
Consequently, every time Qing Sihui was 'summoned' by Anthony in the future, Shu Yao would have to endure the corresponding 'punishment.' Only in this way would Qing Sihui's hatred diminish, and he would feel a sense of release.
This kind of life continued for a very, very long time. Shu Yao was immersed in a nightmare, completely unaware.
When she eventually discovered it, it was another devastating shock.
Shu Yao could never have imagined that a single 'lie' to Anthony would ruin her own life, even bringing her closer to the end of her days.
Of course, that is a story for another time.
Country C.
Meng Jingwei and Chu Xue arrived in Country C. As there was no news of Han Junyan, Meng Jingwei dared not contact Ji Lanfeng to locate Han Junyan, as it would alert the enemy.
Therefore, Chu Xue had to rely on her own connections to search for Han Junyan himself.
However, after staying in Country C for a week, they found nothing.
The two sat in a bar, Chu Xue drinking incessantly, "Sigh, where on earth has Han Junyan gone? Could it be that he's not even in Country C? Otherwise, with all the connections I've used, how could I not find him?"
He seemed to have vanished into thin air, which was very puzzling.
Meng Jingwei shrugged, "Perhaps." She felt Chu Xue's analysis was reasonable.
It was highly possible that Han Junyan was not in Country C at this time.
However, Meng Jingwei also did not expect that the week she was away from home would change Shu Yao's fate forever.