The night was deep and silent. A mysterious beauty, stunningly sexy, fiery, ** and uninhibited, had just knocked on your door and was now sitting on your **, close enough to embrace, easy enough to push down. What would you do? Naturally, you’d chat first, to kindle the mood and build some rapport!

Looking at Yangyang’s deep features, Wang Zhuo exclaimed in surprise, "With your figure, you’re definitely worth more than five hundred. Are you asking five thousand?"

Yangyang nodded and smiled, asking, "So, is it worth it?"

"That's hard to say..." Wang Zhuo smirked mischievously, "Are you offering genuine Dongguan-style services?"

The term 'Dongguan-style services' referred to a standard born from intense competition in a globally renowned coastal city in the southern province. Locally, it was vaguely called 'sauna,' but in reality, it was still about providing intimate services for men. The quality and rigor of these standards left many men utterly captivated, raving about the pleasure they experienced. The Dongguan style made them feel like 'Gods,' and after indulging a few times, they simply could no longer tolerate lower-grade services.

Wang Zhuo’s sudden digression made Yangyang pause momentarily. She masked the flicker of discomfort in her expression and nodded with a smile.

Wang Zhuo was instantly delighted, clicking his tongue in admiration. "To receive the Dongguan service from a beauty like you—that would be utterly blissful. Forget five thousand; I’d gladly pay ten!"

"Really? Don't just say that to flatter me!" Yangyang feigned delight, but inside she was inwardly repulsed. Only women who had truly fallen on hard times would accept that kind of training, providing services so debased they made her sick just hearing about them, let alone performing them herself!

But at this moment, she could only play along. Revealing her true self would not only waste all her previous efforts but would torpedo the entire plan. Thus, she had to maintain this ambiguous allure, continuing to tease the younger man beside her.

"Tell me, what skills do you possess?" Wang Zhuo leered, pressing closer, one arm wrapping around her supple, slender waist, the other hand moving toward the peaks straining against her chest.

Great achievers disregard trifles... Yangyang swallowed her rising anger, allowing him to grasp and knead her flesh, giggling, "I know everything you’ve heard of. If you don't believe me, why don't you try me out?"

"Let's do it then." Wang Zhuo’s fingers skillfully looped around, and somehow, he managed to flip up the small leather jacket covering her upper body. His palm slipped inside the opening, meeting her right breast without barrier.

Yangyang, caught unprepared, flinched violently, quickly bringing both arms forward to shield her chest, simultaneously stopping his intrusive hand and halting his further advance!

She flashed him a seductive look and whispered, "Don't rush. Why don’t you take a shower first? We can play when you get back!"

"I already washed up," Wang Zhuo said, pinching her soft, lychee-sized nipple with a playfully arrogant expression.

Yangyang pouted in a charming protest, "You still need to wash again. Be a good boy and listen."

Wang Zhuo finally conceded, "Dongguan service includes a couple's bath, right? Shall we go together?"

"Let me take off my clothes, and I'll be ready in a moment." Yangyang lightly stroked the back of his hand. "You go first; wait for me for one minute."

Wang Zhuo withdrew his hand and shook a single finger at her. "One minute, okay? If it takes longer, I’m coming out without washing."

Yangyang chuckled and nodded, and Wang Zhuo finally rose, grinning, and headed into the washroom.

As soon as the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Yangyang curled her lip in disdain. She swiftly unclasped her handbag, retrieving a flight attendant outfit and a nurse’s white coat. Grabbing one in each hand, she hurried toward the washroom.

The bathroom door was wide open. Wang Zhuo stood completely naked, adjusting the water temperature in the bathtub. He was tall, with firm, well-defined muscles and healthy, glowing skin, radiating masculine vigor. Unfortunately, his back was to the door, concealing his crucial areas.

Yangyang momentarily zoned out. Coming back to herself, she let out a light laugh. "Your physique is amazing; you must work out often, right?"

Wang Zhuo turned back, acknowledging her with a smile. Yangyang held up the two outfits and asked playfully, "Look what I brought! Which one do you prefer? I can wear one for you in a bit."

Wang Zhuo already knew she had brought some provocative costumes, but he pretended surprise. He glanced around and declared, "I like them both. Wear them both for me later!"

"Greedy," Yangyang pursed her lips and smiled before quickly walking back out.

The moment she rounded the corner past the washroom entrance, her movements became as agile as a wild cat. Her high-heeled leather boots didn't impede her at all, and she moved without a sound. In just a few steps, she was at the bedside. She placed the two costumes aside, her expression composed, and retrieved a bottle of Evian mineral water from her bag. She walked to the room's writing desk and swapped out one of the two existing Evian bottles there.

She swiftly tucked the removed bottle back into her bag, concealing it with clothing, then smiled faintly. She returned to the desk, picked up the remaining original Evian bottle, twisted off the cap, and downed a massive gulp, draining almost a third of it.

In the washroom, Wang Zhuo, who was leaning over to test the water temperature, had a glint of cunning flash in his eyes. No matter how well a fox hides itself, it will eventually reveal its trail. See? Giving her an opportunity to set a trap, and she walked right into it!

...

The beauty calling herself Yangyang was, in fact, Qu Jingyou, the eldest daughter of the Qu family. After discovering Wang Zhuo’s supposed weakness for women, she had devised a plan to entrap him.

The items in her bag were things she had specifically acquired over the last two days through anonymous channels. Even if the operation went south, the police wouldn't be able to trace the clues back to her. Furthermore, she had applied heavy makeup today, walking with her gaze fixed straight ahead. Unless the hotel surveillance footage could be erased by special means later, she was confident no one would connect the woman in the video to her true identity.

In her bag were an Evian mineral water bottle and a bottle of Yili mineral water—the two most commonly stocked brands in Beijing's four-star hotels, available for consumption and charged upon checkout. Since this mission was impromptu, she hadn't known which brand this specific hotel provided, so she brought both as a precaution.

Of course, both bottles had been tampered with.

The guest room desk held a minibar setup that included the two Evian bottles, as well as shampoo, skincare products, condoms, and wet wipes. She swapped one water bottle and drank substantially from the other one she opened herself. This way, if Wang Zhuo wanted water, he would naturally drink the doctored bottle she had brought.

Her next step was to stall for time, wait for Wang Zhuo to drink the water, and once he was unconscious, call Qu Feng and Qu Xin up to assist in moving him out. She had meticulously reviewed the entire plan several times on the way over. Since she absolutely had to remain in Wang Zhuo's room to coordinate inside and out, she knew she might have to stay for quite a while before he drank the water and passed out. She was mentally prepared; if necessary, sacrificing a little bit of 'charm' was acceptable!

"Are you ready yet?"

From the washroom, Wang Zhuo called out casually. Qu Jingyou called back, "Almost there," but it was just a perfunctory response. She had no intention of joining him in the bath. Now, she regretted bragging about the Dongguan services. Among the elite young men and women in Beijing’s circles, such risqué topics were often discussed. She knew a little about what Dongguan services entailed; the first requirement was always bathing with the guest, followed by several other procedures in the bathroom that she had only heard whispers of but had no idea how to execute. She didn't know if Wang Zhuo had experienced those specific variations. If he made a request, she was sure to expose herself!

"That’s a flaw," she noted internally. Another flaw was how quickly Wang Zhuo had managed to fondle her chest earlier. Although she was mentally prepared for that, it seemed to have happened too fast. If the water-drinking segment didn't go smoothly, she feared she would have to offer a much higher level of 'service' soon!

In a shadowy spot downstairs, a black Toyota van idled silently. Inside, Qu Feng and Qu Xin were speaking in low tones. Qu Xin, who was shorter, had already changed into specialized athletic shoes with concealed internal lifts, adding a full twelve centimeters to his height, making him an average height. Qu Feng had sacrificed his mustache for the mission; his face was now covered in artificial pockmarks glued on, making it rougher than Liu Xiang’s cheek.

They had padding under their clothes to make one look burly and the other look portly. Qu Xin was holding two pieces of false skin; once applied, they would completely alter their appearances.

The two waited patiently, the conversation happening in the room coming through clearly in their earpieces. As soon as Qu Jingyou gave the signal or notified them directly, they would spring into action.

...

The bathtub water was full, and simultaneously, Wang Zhuo’s X-ray vision had finished analyzing the contents of the swapped mineral water bottle.

On the outside of that bottle, just below the label sticker, in a slight indentation on the plastic body, there was a pinprick hole as fine as a strand of hair. This was where the tampering occurred; the cap and other parts showed no anomalies. Through that tiny hole, a minute amount of a concentrated nerve paralytic agent had been injected. Wang Zhuo had been involved in medical research for over two years and was familiar with the original components of such drugs. After careful analysis, he immediately recognized it.

In Qu Jingyou's perception, Wang Zhuo was an undeniable, vulgar lecher. Therefore, she was supremely confident in her plan, believing it was proceeding perfectly so far.

But the reality was quite different. When she first claimed to be offering services to Room 612, Wang Zhuo had assumed she was a door-to-door solicitor and had intended to send her away. However, he instantly spotted inconsistencies, which led him to open the door and let her in.

First, women who masquerade as lost salespeople are not unheard of, but never one as stunning as ‘Yangyang.’ Beauties of her caliber were in extremely high demand. It was the peak of the golden holiday season, the busiest time for business; a woman of her level should be fully booked and swamped, not reduced to soliciting door-to-door.

Second, Wang Zhuo’s X-ray vision could see through everything. Although Qu Jingyou had prepared thoroughly, the sight of French limited-edition stockings—a consumable item worth over two thousand yuan, the exact same style worn by Guan Yingying—on an escort seeking business immediately aroused Wang Zhuo’s suspicion.