Looking at Cu Jingyou's efforts to conceal her disappointment, Wang Zhuo chuckled silently.

She clearly intended to linger in his room, wait for him to drink the drugged water bottle before contacting her two accomplices downstairs to kidnap him. But since he'd already had another cup of water, he wouldn't feel thirsty anytime soon. Making him voluntarily reach for that mineral water would require more patience!

"Want a cup?" Wang Zhuo tilted his electric kettle. "I just boiled water for instant noodles, there's still some warm left."

"Let me reboil it," Cu Jingyou immediately snatched the kettle from his hand and straightened up, hurrying toward the bathroom.

Viewed from behind, her silhouette was strikingly attractive. The two distinct dimples in her waist emphasized her perfect posture. Her skimpy underwear barely contained her round, inviting buttocks that jiggled with each step—sensually alluring yet provocative.

The moment she entered the bathroom, a metallic clang echoed through the room as the kettle lid bounced twice on the floor before rolling out of sight.

Wang Zhuo's amusement deepened while secretly admiring her quick thinking. Cu Jingyou emerged pouting, holding the crushed kettle awkwardly. "Sorry about this—accidentally dropped it and broke it."

His x-ray vision had already revealed her deliberate sabotage. Smiling faintly, Wang Zhuo shrugged, "Just a cheap kettle. We still have mineral water to drink."

Mention of the mineral water made Cu Jingyou's nerves twitch involuntarily, an observation that amused Wang Zhuo greatly.

"Ready for the next item?" he teased. "Wan-style service—heard it has many variations. What's your specialty?"

Cu Jingyou offered a strained smile while her mind raced through less provocative options to buy time.

"If you won't choose," Wang Zhuo grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the bed, "let me order for you. Let's start with lighting a candle."

Lighting a candle? A quick association with The New reminded her of Zhou Huan'an's "hardness" joke—suddenly she understood the implication. But what did "lighting" mean exactly?

"Not the service style?" Wang Zhuo tightened his grip as Cu Jingyou stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the bedroom floor.

Even a fool would grasp the meaning now! Stunned by realization, Cu Jingyou recoiled at the suggestion of oral sex in submission position. But refusing risked angering Wang Zhuo—whether he resorted to force or simply ejected her, today's plan could collapse completely.

Her mind racing, she recognized that bottle of drugged water remained a ticking time bomb. If Wang Zhuo later consumed it, both their schemes would backfire spectacularly.

Just as panic surged through her, Wang Zhuo's hand caressed her face while the other teased her breasts, sending electric pulses through her body that only heightened her turmoil.

"Keep teasing me and I'll use force," he warned casually.

"Must it be kneeling position?" Cu Jingyou feigned petulance despite her crumbling composure.

"Certainly," Wang Zhuo coaxed gently. "Imagine you're my girlfriend who loves money even less than me. You'd do anything to satisfy your boyfriend if it brings him joy."

I love your money, not you! she silently seethed while calculating how many billions justified this humiliation.

A sudden pinch at her nipple sent shivers through her body as Wang Zhuo's intense gaze locked with hers—suddenly clarity struck. She mentally steeled herself: once committed, there was no retreat. The stakes were too high to back down now!

Very well. She bit her lip hard while silently vowing this sacrifice would be worth the 50 billion reward. Let him enjoy his death wish while she claimed his life through seduction—it wouldn't feel so bad after all.

Observing her determined expression, Wang Zhuo smirked knowingly—he'd just decided to first savor this woman who sought to kill him. Human nature made excellent self-delusion, and Cu Jingyou quickly adopted the mindset of professional commitment. After all, it was merely a business transaction... for now.

"Never thought I'd be blessed with such service at midnight," Wang Zhuo mused provocatively as he opened his towel.

Cu Jingyou pretended not to hear while mimicking fascination, then resolutely unfastened his bathrobe. "Let me experience your professional skills," she heard him boast proudly.

Professional my ass! She marveled at his formidable size even as her heart ached—had the illustrious Cu family's heiress ever performed such degrading acts in her 27 years? Yet here she was, bending for money to service total strangers.

Unaware of her noble lineage, Wang Zhuo assumed she was just another skilled criminal. If not for his x-ray vision confirming her relative inexperience and physical health, he might have found this entire situation distasteful.

With a deep breath, Cu Jingyou parted her lips, gently guiding him toward her mouth. Each calculated motion became more confident as she recalled pornographic tutorials—after all, her boyfriend (a son of a general) had been trying to teach her these techniques for months. Though she always protested with "only after marriage" excuses, the knowledge remained stored within.

The amateur quality was obvious compared to professionals, yet Wang Zhuo happily praised each motion while expertly guiding her improvement. Every lick meant potential billions in revenue—how could she possibly refuse?

From his perspective, being served by this dangerous beauty offered thrills surpassing any double penetration fantasy. Though he knew she'd let him use her body until death, a medical student's awareness of 80kg adult bite force reminded him—the moment she clenched down hard, his anatomy would vanish forever! The danger only heightened the stimulation when he gripped her face and forced entry despite her resistance.

Meanwhile Cu Jingyou's latent ferocity awakened—despite her family's decline, a true aristocrat's pride remained intact. To commit such brazen acts for wealth revealed an innate rebelliousness no upbringing could erase. The more Wang Zhuo behaved brutally, the more she submitted willingly in this twisted power exchange.

Observing her increasingly willing cooperation, Wang Zhuo recognized the absurdity of their situation—was this truly "find joy in your work" syndrome?

"Now smile for me," he suddenly ordered while raising his phone.

Cu Jingyou followed suit instinctively as the camera captured a compromising portrait of the so-called "Yangyang".

She never suspected these "evidence" photos would remain permanently stored—not just because of Wang Zhuo's x-ray vision, but more importantly... they were already in her hands too!