Click! Click! Click!

A high-tech marvel, integrating millions of physical and electronic techniques - a massive-capacity hard drive capable of storing minimal information - collided intimately with cobblestone steps on the street.

The cobblestones won decisively. The hard drive crumbled into pieces!

Thud! Throwing it into the trash bin, Wang Zhuo exchanged a glance with Qi Fei. Their hearts felt light and carefree all of a sudden.

Return to the inn, pack up their belongings, check out and pay the bill. A Range Rover Evoque rolled smoothly onto the road heading for Yunnan, leaving behind the bittersweet Dali.

Qi Fei's right hand was bandaged like a dumpling. She couldn't drive today. The driving responsibility now rested solely on Wang Zhuo's shoulders. They had been delayed by Cheng Moyan all day long and it was already afternoon when they left Dali. Wang Zhuo had to make an impromptu detour, stopping at Baoshan for the night in a five-star hotel.

"Sorry sir, we've sold out of all our twin suites."

The receptionist added quickly: "There are only four hotels in the entire city with such rooms. Without prior reservation, you won't find any available space anywhere."

"Then give us another room," Wang Zhuo handed over both his and Qi Fei's ID cards.

The receptionist efficiently processed their check-in, collected the deposit, and swiped the card before handing back: "Here are your keycard and breakfast voucher for Mr. and Ms..."

Taking the keycards to the elevator, Wang Zhuo glanced at the numbers while pressing the button for the fifth floor.

As the elevator ascended, he turned to Qi Fei and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?"

Qi Fei shook her head slightly and smiled.

Stepping out of the elevator, Wang Zhuo handed over a keycard. Looking at their respective cards:

"Yours is 513... and mine..." His voice trailed off as he stared at his own card. "...also 513?"

"Oh come on!" Wang Zhuo spun around and headed back.

"Forget it," Qi Fei tugged his sleeve with a smile, "we're only staying one night anyway. One room will do."

Wang Zhuo chuckled, "That works - we can save on the deposit at least." Muttering under his breath as they walked, he grumbled about having to pay six hundred yuan for just one room.

Swiping their keycard into 513, both froze in bewilderment. The room turned out to be a king-size bed instead of a standard double with two beds! From the decor alone it was clear this room was designed specifically for couples - there was only one long pillow along with round bed sheets and mood lighting above the headboard!

"Hey," Wang Zhuo looked at Qi Fei in exasperation, "shall we ask again?"

"I agree," Qi Fei echoed his expression. As he started to leave she quickly said, "Let me go then - you should take a shower first."

Wang Zhuo shook his head, "I just washed this morning, tomorrow will do fine."

"Exactly!" Qi Fei stumbled over her words with exasperation, "Have you even washed your hands since getting out of that scumbag's house?"

Wang Zhuo suddenly realized and grinned mischievously. Earlier when he forced Cheng Moyan to produce "golden soup", the man had struggled desperately. Qi Fei, unable to assist due to her injured hand, had briefly disappeared into the bathroom and returned with half a basin of murky liquid! As they tried to help Cheng Moyan, Wang Zhu o had been splashed...

Now that Qi Fei's mood had calmed down after their drive, mentioning this only made her cheeks burn red as she recalled Wang Zhuo's playful grin. To her horror, the even sniffed his wrist suggestively, "Not much smell at all."

Qi Fei stomped away in embarrassment.

While Wang Zhuo was showering, Qi Fei descended to the front desk with thoughts of and little devils swirling through her mind. Asking about room availability confirmed their suspicion - that king-size bed was actually the hotel's last remaining vacancy!

Suddenly everything clicked for Qi Fei. No wonder they'd only been given one room! Who else would deliberately refuse to offer two rooms without even asking?

Changing hotels? It was already late, who knew if other places were also fully booked on this weekend with high occupancy rates?

Staying put? Qi Fei wasn't sure what might happen tonight, especially since Wang Zhuo had already staged a night attack before. His previous ambiguous reactions might have encouraged some dangerous assumptions.

Taking it one step at a time, she turned back upstairs. Today Wang Zhuo had helped her lift an emotional weight that had been pressing on her heart for nearly ten years. In this state of exhilaration, something within Qi Fei was stirring dangerously...

Wang Zhuo emerged from the bathroom smelling fresh when he found Qi Fei clumsily trying to plug in the laptop with just one hand.

Seeing him appear, she said flatly, "They told me it's the last room available."

"Wait, really?" Wang Zhuo blinked in surprise.

"Don't believe me? Go ask yourself!" Immediately after speaking, Qi Fei realized she sounded overly defensive, as if intentionally provoking him into staying together.

Sure enough, Wang Zhuo caught on and became momentarily speechless with awkwardness.

Qi Fei mentally kicked herself before tossing the power cord irritably, "What are you standing there for? Come help me!"

After plugging in and turning it on, Qi Fei produced a 2.5-inch gold disc and a tiny flash drive broken from foam. Setting them on the table, she fixed Wang Zhuo with a serious gaze and asked softly, "Can I trust you?"

Wang Zhuo sighed, "Sis, I'm really not curious. If you just smashed these up and flushed them down the toilet..."

"No!" Qi Fei insisted firmly, her voice trembling slightly, "This concerns my integrity. You have to see it or I'll never be able to clear my name!"

"Fine," Wang Zhuo shrugged with exaggerated resignation though inside he was chomping at the bit. He just wanted to know what kind of cursed content they contained!

Inserting the disc and opening a randomly named file folder sorted by size, he found that massive file weighing heavily on Qi Fei's heart for seven years. Double-clicking while entering the password, hundreds of photos appeared along with six video files.

"Ex-boyfriends are like ticking time bombs," Qi Fei sighed before clicking on an image labeled 001.

The drive groaned as it read compressed data from the disc - a tedious process requiring significant file transfers first. Wang Zhuo waited anxiously, wondering if this was some kind of cosmic test.

Finally opening the first photo, Wang Zhuo felt his spirit lift slightly. It showed a half-clothed girl with an innocent expression and arms folded demurely...

Coughing awkwardly, he said, "We went through all that just for this? Don't tell me there's nothing else!"

"What do you think?" Qi Fei shot him an annoyed look - if it was only these photos, why would Cheng Moyan even bother extorting?

Continuing to scroll through the numbered images, they gradually became more revealing but still remained within artistic photography standards, nowhere near as explicit as Zhang Yuyu or Tang Xiaolong. Wang Zhuo kept silent as he watched.

Eight years ago Qi Fei had looked very different - while her features were unchanged, her demeanor had transformed completely. Her impressive curves had grown slightly larger in dimension yet retained the same shape and allure.

Of course, Wang Zhuo only dared to compare silently, not daring to utter a word aloud.

All the photos remained set in dorm rooms where Cheng Moyan taught when they were students. Qi Fei appeared mostly topless but occasionally wearing jeans on her lower half in some shots.

"At that time I trusted him completely," she explained with a sigh, "but always maintained my own boundaries. He wanted to take photos and while I initially refused, seeing other girls in class secretly going to studios for 'eternal youth' memories made me reconsider."

"Having your boyfriend do it was better than hiring strangers at studios, right?" She directed the question toward Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo nodded with an ironic smile. Just recently Gan Lin had done exactly that.

"I really believed back then we would stay together forever," Qi Fei huffed, "Thankfully I held onto traditional values - I wasn't about to give him anything before our wedding night."

"You did the right thing." Wang Zhuo agreed while privately wondering if he could have truly waited that long without exploding from frustration.

"But his eloquence..." She changed direction suddenly. Wang Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, thinking she was going somewhere dangerous... until she laughed slyly and added, "Don't get the wrong idea - I'm not saying what you're thinking!"

Wang Zhuo immediately jumped to wild conclusions fed by Cheng Moyan's teachings: like how certain Western sects insisted their female disciples remain virgins for their wedding nights but used anal sex during premarital relationships; or Japanese stewardesses with unusually large breasts trained in pleasuring men through performance... and of course the recent "techniques" he'd just taught Gan Lin.

"What did you guess?"

"Nothing at all, I'm waiting for you to tell me!"

"Hmph," Qi Fei shot him a withering look, "don't even try. I'll cut straight to it - those video files were secretly recorded by him. You can watch them now."

Grabbing the mouse from her, Wang Zhuo hesitated before finally clicking.

The first scene showed a much younger Cheng Moyan adjusting pillows suspiciously before lying down on his back and pulling Qi Fei's hand toward his crotch through the bed sheets.

Fingering himself? Wang Zhuo clicked rapidly through the entire 2-minute video before moving to other files. Every one followed the same pattern - Qi Fei never removed even a single piece of clothing!

Feeling somewhat disappointed but quickly replaced by relief, Wang Zhuo thought this wasn't really that serious. Who hasn't played with their ex's crotch? The only issue was it had been secretly recorded!

Noticing Wang Zhuo hadn't reacted after finishing the videos, Qi Fei's mood darkened as she asked despondently, "So... do you think I'm disgusting now?"

"Sis," Wang Zhuo looked up at her with a crooked smile, "nobody would care about watching something like this on the internet!"