Wang Zhuo booked his flight back to Jiangzhou for the 30th, a fact meticulously noted by Qu Jingyou, who had been monitoring him.

However, she wasn't in a rush to act. If she were to make a move in Jiangzhou, the police would have more suspects to consider, making it harder to trace back to her. So, she maintained a steady, measured surveillance without giving it too much further thought.

Upon hearing that Wang Zhuo's flight was delayed, she merely offered a calm smile, lamenting his persistent bad luck. But when she learned that Wang Zhuo had left the airport and hailed a taxi, her nerves instantly snapped tight!

Given the immense distance between the airport and Wang Zhuo’s villa, he was highly likely to seek alternative lodging rather than return home. This meant tonight was his best chance to be alone—a golden, unmissable opportunity!

By hacking into the airport's surveillance footage, her subordinates immediately tracked the taxi company Wang Zhuo had used. They then eavesdropped on the taxi company's radio dispatch. Luck smiled upon Qu Jingyou once more: not only did she secure the name of the hotel where Wang Zhuo was staying, but she even confirmed his room number, saving herself a mountain of unnecessary hassle!

She had already settled on her strategy to deal with Wang Zhuo: the honey trap. She would wait for a time when Wang Zhuo was staying in a hotel, then approach him under the guise of offering "in-call service." Once inside, she would drug his drinking water. After he was completely incapacitated, she would seize him, extort the commercial secrets from his mouth, and make a fortune.

You think you can fight? You aren't even afraid of a gun? So what? One drop of the colorless, odorless liquid, and even a lion will go limp. How hard can your fists be against high technology?!

She made a call. Wang Zhuo, initially sounding intrigued, suddenly changed his expression. He hung up, cut the line—done cleanly, leaving no room for maneuver. Qu Jingyou was stunned for a long moment, completely unable to fathom what had just happened!

"I bet he already has another woman lined up," Qu Xin sneered, the fine lines on his face twisting into a grotesque arc with his laughter. "That's why he won't accept your service..."

"Get lost! Why would I serve him anything?" Qu Jingyou shot him a fierce glare.

"Ahem..." Qu Feng cleared his throat, his expression suddenly thoughtful as he spoke, "I think... I know what's going on."

Qu Jingyou, still frustrated, replied, "If you know, then just say it!"

"Well..." Qu Feng stroked the little mustache on his chin and chuckled awkwardly, "Actually, when I stayed at hotels, I used to get those calls too. Maybe not as over-the-top as you described, Youyou, but they were certainly detailed enough to pique my interest."

"And then you called for a hooker, right?" Qu Jingyou cut him off, urging him on, "Get to the point!"

Qu Xin snickered from the side. Qu Feng scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm at the point. The truth is, those in-call services were rarely any good. Some had terrible looks, others had awful attitudes... I even heard of one that was an outright shakedown."

"Ah-ha! Now I get it," Qu Xin slapped his thigh. "That Wang Zhuo must be an old hand in the romantic game. He already knows those goods delivered to the door are unreliable. So no matter how beautifully you pitch it, he won't buy it!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean..." Qu Feng nodded immediately.

Qu Jingyou suddenly understood, her eyes darting around. A triumphant curve lifted the corner of her lips. "So that's how it is. If you had said so earlier! In that case, this becomes much easier!"

"What idea have you come up with?" Qu Xin asked curiously.

Taking a long, hot bath to wash away the day's fatigue, followed by a steaming bowl of instant noodles, and then lying on the spacious bed watching TV—that was quite a pleasant feeling.

The only drawback, of course, was the lack of a beautiful woman beside him.

While performing stretches to relax his shoulders, Wang Zhuo recalled that recent phone call promoting in-call services and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

The woman on the other end had a voice that was sweet and beautiful, and carried an air of composure—not nervous, not subservient, not hurried. A woman with such a voice probably wasn't ugly either. It was truly a pity that she was reduced to a telemarketer for illicit services.

He was deep in thought when the doorbell rang—Ding-dong.

Wang Zhuo paused briefly. It was already past eleven, who would be visiting so late? He casually used his X-ray vision to peek outside, and his body, which had just settled, immediately tensed.

Standing outside was a stunningly beautiful woman with a graceful figure. She stood about 1.74 meters tall, enhanced by a pair of high-heeled leather boots that made her look even taller and more slender. Her face was heavily made up with vibrant makeup. Though her natural appearance was hidden, she was bright and captivating, easily rivaling professional poster girls and trade show models. She was dressed in a two-piece black, tight leather outfit. The top exposed a swath of snow-white skin across her chest, with two perfect white hemispheres and a deep cleavage drawing immediate attention. Below her smooth, rounded waist, her hips curved upward, transitioning to a short leather skirt. Below that were long, straight legs encased in sheer black stockings, fine as silk.

Sexy. Sizzling. Seductive. Tempting.

This must be the wrong door, Wang Zhuo thought with a wry smile, scratching his head. He wasn't particularly interested in this sudden romantic encounter. This woman only served to stir up his desire without taking responsibility for putting it out!

The woman stood quietly by the door, not looking around. She pressed the doorbell again. She tucked a strand of hair away from her cheek and slightly tilted the corner of her mouth into what seemed like a self-mocking smile.

Wang Zhuo got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and continued to observe her curiously. He noticed she was holding a large ladies' bag that seemed quite full.

His X-ray vision peered inside, and Wang Zhuo froze. The bag contained several neatly folded outfits: what looked like a flight attendant's uniform, a nurse's white coat, a small OL suit—along with some snacks, two bottles of mineral water, and even a vibrating pleasure toy with batteries, plus disinfectant wipes and condoms!

Holy cow, such a beautiful girl is out selling herself? In-call service?!

Wang Zhuo instantly connected this to the phone call he'd received earlier. It seemed the service industry in the capital truly lived up to its reputation; they really did have the premium goods! With a woman this attractive, she could easily work as an exhibition model or become a kept mistress for some rich mogul. She would be highly sought after... This sister must charge at least five thousand per session!

At this moment, Wang Zhuo felt a strange mix of emotions—perhaps a touch of pity mixed with raw desire. Pity, because such an outstanding girl didn't seem to value herself by doing this job. Desire, because it stemmed from a primal physical reaction: for a negligible amount of cash, he could enjoy this stunning beauty. It was too easy!

While his mind raced, he walked over and opened the door, leaning out halfway, pretending surprise as he glanced at the woman. "Who are you looking for?"

The woman offered a gentle smile and said playfully, "I'm Yang Yang, here to serve you. Didn't we already arrange this over the phone?"

"But I never requested any service," Wang Zhuo scratched his head. "Miss, did you get the wrong door?"

"Wrong door?" The woman blinked, looked up at the room number, and let out a small gasp. "How is it 812? I was sure it was 612 just now!"

She immediately adopted an embarrassed expression and smiled apologetically at Wang Zhuo. "I am so sorry. It seems I truly did knock on the wrong door..."

Wang Zhuo shrugged. From the moment she said, "We already arranged this over the phone," he knew she was lying. Although her cover was expertly managed, how could it escape his penetrating gaze?

Knowing she was at the wrong door yet intentionally putting on this charade, Wang Zhuo guessed she was using this method for a disguised sales pitch.

He was right. After apologizing, the woman made a gesture as if to leave, but then turned back. She surveyed him with a fiery gaze, letting her eyes linger momentarily on his strong, bare chest, then fixing on the area covered by his towel. Suddenly, she smiled at him. "Handsome, are you staying alone?"

Wang Zhuo nodded with a faint smile, curious to see what trick she would pull next.

The woman bit her lower lip, then chuckled, a seductive wave dancing in her eyes. "I'll go service the guest in 612 first. I'll come back to keep you company later, okay?"

Wang Zhuo asked with a smile, "How long is 'later'? I'm about to go to sleep."

"Just an hour," the woman puffed out her proud chest and murmured intimately, "I'm worth waiting for, aren't I?"

"I don't have a habit of waiting for people," Wang Zhuo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "If you come in now, you're welcome. If you go downstairs to 612, I'll be asleep."

The woman hesitated, pouted, and stamped her small boot impatiently. "You're so domineering! You have no consideration for others!"

"Then why are you still standing outside? Hurry up and come in," Wang Zhuo grinned and opened the door wider, clearing the path into the room.

The woman shot him a side-eye glance, but her look remained scorching and suggestive. As she passed by him, she intentionally brushed the back of her hand against the towel wrapped around his waist—a gesture full of provocation.

But as she passed, the corner of her lip curled up into a fleeting, scornful arc.

Wang Zhuo retrieved a 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hung it on the outside handle of the door, then locked it from the inside. He walked back in cheerfully. By the time he re-entered, the woman was already seated on the large bed, her bag beside her, taking out a mobile phone.

"Little handsome, don't be nervous," she smiled charmingly at Wang Zhuo. "I'll call the company and ask them to send another technician over to service the guest in 612."

"I'll listen in too," Wang Zhuo moved closer, settling beside her to hear the call.

Indeed, when the call connected, the woman, who called herself "Yang Yang," claimed she suddenly felt unwell and asked the company to send someone else to 612. The man on the other end grumbled a few times before hanging up.

"What kind of service were you providing for 612?" Wang Zhuo asked.

"You guess?" Yang Yang smiled seductively, raking him with a fiery gaze.

Wang Zhuo smiled. "Tell me how much it costs per session, and I can probably guess."

Yang Yang held up five fingers, blinking her large eyes fringed with false lashes. A smile flickered in her colored contacts.