On one hand, her demand to see those videos was somewhat excessive, or perhaps one could call it immoral; on the other hand, Qin Xue always wore such a sour face, perpetually acting as if everyone owed him a great deal of money, which gave Wang Zhuo an urge to play a prank on him behind his back.
Was Qin Siqing a scapegoat for her father? Certainly not! Wang Zhuo’s actions were more driven by a surge of pride—a need to prove that he dared to poke a tiger’s backside, and that the daughter of the Municipal Party Secretary was no different!
In short, it stemmed from a complex mix of feelings, coupled with the intimate history they already shared, that Wang Zhuo finally extended his "claws" toward Qin Siqing.
Holding the tablet, Qin Siqing tried to appear calm, though a clear excitement betrayed itself in her brow. Under Wang Zhuo’s exaggerated gaze, she became even more flustered, her cheeks flushing crimson, her eyes darting away.
“Can you stop staring at me like that?”
Unable to bear Wang Zhuo’s look, she could only try to negotiate.
Wang Zhuo chuckled, making a gesture inviting her to proceed as she wished, and retreated a considerable distance on the sofa.
This allowed Qin Siqing to breathe a slight sigh of relief. Knowing there wasn't much room for further argument, she stopped wasting breath and opened the files on the flash drive.
Just as Wang Zhuo had predicted, she was using silent mode, as playing the audio aloud would have been too mortifying.
The series of videos titled Tragic Incidents in the Korean Entertainment Industry had been secretly filmed by a Japanese man in Korea. It was rumored that many of the Korean women in the videos were household-name celebrities, hosts, or models. While watching, Wang Zhuo found the dialogue between the men and women fascinating. One party was Japanese, the other Korean, and they frequently switched between Korean and Japanese. When communication failed, they even used English or resorted to gestures.
It had to be acknowledged that this Japanese man had certainly been intimate with many beautiful women; as for the background context, Wang Zhuo knew nothing—whether the women were truly stars or not, he couldn't say.
One minute in, Qin Siqing saw the mosaic covering the man’s face. She paused, frowning, and asked, “Why can’t I see Yang Feng’s face?” Wang Zhuo inwardly grinned and fed her a lie: “Keep watching; you’ll see him soon enough.” “Oh,” Qin Siqing replied without suspicion, nodding before continuing.
Then she saw the scene where the Korean girl was giving the Japanese man a blowjob. Her cheeks burned, yet she maintained a composed demeanor, even managing a slight, affected bow before picking up her cup to sip some water.
Moments later, she grew puzzled again. Although the woman didn't look entirely willing, there didn't seem to be any element of coercion. In fact, she seemed to be applying herself with gusto!
But how could she ask Wang Zhuo about this? She hesitated—this was a topic she absolutely could not discuss in depth with him; it was far too awkward!
“Do you want a plum?”
Wang Zhuo cheerfully picked up a plum from the fruit platter, holding it open in his palm to offer her.
The deep crimson fruit was perfectly rounded, bearing a natural indentation, with a slightly pointed tip. Qin Siqing glanced at it and immediately and inevitably connected it with a certain private part of a man.
Combined with Wang Zhuo’s peculiar smile, she instantly grasped the implication!
“You’re awful!”
The young woman instantly slipped into a state bordering on frenzy—she slapped Wang Zhuo’s hand away, flicking the plum back toward him.
Wang Zhuo deftly raised his left hand and caught the plum mid-air, laughing heartily. He then brazenly offered it back, “It tastes very good; are you really not going to try some?”
Snap! Qin Siqing snatched the plum, turning it over between her fingers. Then, meeting Wang Zhuo’s gaze directly, she revealed her glistening white, pearly teeth and took a savage bite out of the fruit.
“Ugh…” Wang Zhuo flinched back, imagining how that bite would feel if it landed on his own essence—it was terrifying!
Tossing the half-eaten plum back into the fruit bowl, Qin Siqing shot Wang Zhuo a look of defiance, letting out a small, derisive snort from her nostrils.
She returned to watching the video, while Wang Zhuo, slightly nonplussed, mused that this girl apparently had a feisty side to her character—if not for that plum, he never would have noticed!
A few minutes later, Qin Siqing finally realized she’d been tricked. The woman in the video was actually shimmying her shoulders and kicking her legs playfully at the man, and her lips were clearly forming the words, “Yamaidai!” (Yamete)!
Yamete, in Japanese, means “Stop it” or “Don’t.” Although Qin Siqing never watched "adult films" with live actors, she had seen a few animated features and was deeply familiar with the voice acting, easily recognizing the coy, feigned resistance in that line.
But Yang Feng’s supposed videos were meant to depict forced violation. How could the women in them be conversing with him so flirtatiously in Japanese? And with such ambiguous terms?
She immediately paused the film, rewound a few seconds, turned on the tablet’s external speaker, and indeed heard a distinct yamaidai. She felt a mixture of exasperation and mortification.
She had actually been tricked by Brother Wang Zhuo—fooled!
“Liar, scoundrel!” She tossed the tablet onto the empty space beside her and glared at Wang Zhuo in anger.
Wang Zhuo gave a dry chuckle. “Watching this is the same thing, isn't it? It’s all the same stuff.” Same thing, my foot! Qin Siqing grumbled inwardly. There was no Yang Feng, nor He Ye, in this recording—what was there to see!
But those words were impossible to say aloud. Choked with frustration, she couldn't exactly confess to Brother Wang Zhuo that she wanted to see what Yang Feng’s thing looked like, or what he had done to He Ye!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She snatched a throw pillow from the sofa and hurled it at Wang Zhuo.
Wang Zhuo happily caught the pillow and tossed it back onto the sofa, adopting an irritatingly relaxed posture that seemed to say, “What can you possibly do to me?”
This display only fueled Qin Siqing’s stubbornness. Pouting, she declared, “I’m going to watch it today, one way or another! Are you going to hand it over or not?!”
“I won’t hand it over. What are you going to do about it?” Wang Zhuo asked mischievously, crossing his legs and swinging his hairy calf, looking utterly smug.
“If you don't hand it over, I'll search for it myself!” Qin Siqing glared, her lower lip jutting out stubbornly.
The reserved and elegant young woman who had first entered the room was gone. She had stripped off her mask of sophistication, reverting to the girl Wang Zhuo both loved and was familiar with.
“If you can find it, then I’ll show it to you.” Wang Zhuo confidently tilted his chin up, thinking that without Siyuan’s advanced computer skills, she wouldn't find it even if she tore the house apart.
If it had been any other man, a stupid reply like, “Don’t even think about searching while I’m here,” would have immediately offended this young tyrant, causing Qin Siqing to storm out in a rage, ending their interaction then and there.
But Wang Zhuo generously allowed her to search. A house search? Go ahead and turn everything upside down! If she happened to uncover something truly awkward, even better—we’d see who ended up embarrassed then!
“Fine, you said it! Then I’m searching!” Qin Siqing jumped up in a huff and began meticulously surveying the entire apartment.
Such a tiny thing, no bigger than a fingernail clipping—there were too many places to hide it! She quickly grew disheartened with the needle-in-a-haystack task. Then, a flash of inspiration struck, and she pointed directly at Wang Zhuo.
“I’m searching you!”
Wang Zhuo immediately burst out laughing, spinning in place, and looking at Qin Siqing with raised eyebrows: “Are you sure about this?”
The temperature in Jiangzhou was already dropping in October. Wang Zhuo was wearing a loose, wide-shouldered tank top and a pair of baggy sweatpants today. Before she came in, he had thrown on a long-sleeved shirt. Really, the only places to search were the shirt pocket in front and the two pockets of his sweatpants.
“I suspect you’ve hidden it on your person,” Qin Siqing stated with confidence. “Turn out your pockets and let me see.”
“Here.” Wang Zhuo scratched his shirt pocket twice and showed her the wrinkles: “See? Nothing inside.”
Qin Siqing nodded. “And the pants.”
Wang Zhuo chuckled, “I can’t turn out the pant pockets—they’re sewn shut.”
As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of tissues and a small portable music player from his pockets.
Seeing his pants still slightly bulky, and sensing the subtle unnaturalness in Wang Zhuo’s expression, Qin Siqing’s suspicions deepened. She walked over and patted his leg.
That pat went through the thin fabric and brushed against Wang Zhuo’s firm thigh, and she even saw the faint outline of that bulge between his legs. She immediately regretted her abruptness and quickly pulled her hand back, but during the final beat of the pat, she felt something hard tucked into the innermost corner of his right pocket.
Square. Thin. Hard!
The flash drive! Qin Siqing suddenly rejoiced, feeling she had found what she sought without effort. Beaming, she pointed at Wang Zhuo’s face and declared, “Found it! It’s right there. Take it out now!”
Wang Zhuo turned and started to walk away. “Found what? There’s nothing in there.”
Grabbing him from behind, Qin Siqing called out, “Don’t even think about escaping! I felt it; it’s in your right pocket!”
“There really isn’t. Feel it yourself if you don’t believe me,” Wang Zhuo grumbled, unable to break free.
An awkward atmosphere instantly permeated the room. Wang Zhuo’s pockets weren't especially deep, but they certainly weren't shallow either. If Qin Siqing were to personally reach in to retrieve the card tucked deep inside, she would inevitably have to brush against the man's pride through a thin layer of cloth…
“You’re cheating,” she pouted, stubbornly holding onto the lapel of his shirt.
“Xiaoyue is getting prettier every day,” Wang Zhuo suddenly remarked out of the blue, smiling gently. “There really isn’t what you’re looking for in there. Take it out and see for yourself if you don't believe me.”
That nonsensical compliment threw Qin Siqing into a daze. Unconvinced, she curled her lip and reached her hand into that pocket.
The hard part was muscle; the soft part was Brother Wang Zhuo’s treasure. Her breathing grew heavy, her heart pounded, and the palm of her hand grew inexplicably sweaty. She carefully reached downward.
It was a long journey. When she finally touched the card, her expression jolted, but her joy lasted only half a second before turning to disappointment, because it was a familiar mobile phone memory card!
The fabric surrounding her hand suddenly felt strange, as if being pulled by an external force in one direction. She shifted her gaze, which had been cautiously averted, and witnessed an embarrassing scene.
Brother Wang Zhuo was getting an erection!