With a sense of relief and elation washing over him, Wang Zhuo boarded the flight heading south to Jiangzhou just as dawn was beginning to break.

Short-haul flights typically cruise between altitudes of six to nine thousand six hundred meters, while long-haul routes operate in the eight thousand to twelve thousand six hundred meter range; some privileged executive jets can even ascend to fifteen thousand meters.

This means that the lyric from Wu Bai's song "Ten Thousand Feet," stating, "Far from the ground, nearing thirty thousand feet," sounds rather alarming, suggesting immense height, but in reality, one foot equals only 0.3048 meters, so thirty thousand feet is merely nine kilometers.

At approximately this altitude, for the first time, Wang Zhuo didn't use his Super Vision to survey the landscape or admire the scenery, nor did he indulge in the premium service offered by the flight attendants in the luxurious first-class cabin.

Drained from his physical exertions, he drifted into deep sleep right after the plane stabilized at its cruising altitude, not waking until the descent began.

…… Meanwhile, as Wang Zhuo was boarding, Qu Jingyou was **her exquisite body, wrapped tightly like an octopus around the rolled-up comforter, held firmly in its comfortable embrace, lost in a sweet, lovely dream.

In her dream, she reclined upon a massive bed piled high with thick stacks of US dollars, radiating an overwhelming opulence, like an empress.

Surrounding her were a retinue of male companions—some possessing the classical beauty of Pan An, others brilliant and talented, and still others robust and strong as bulls.

A man so handsome it would make Wu Zun feel ashamed was massaging her feet; a bodybuilder more chiseled than Arnold was completing his thousandth push-up just to earn her pleasure; and a literary master whose genius surpassed that of Wong Tai-Sam was strumming his instrument and singing a new song composed just for her.

What a wonderful life this was… Miss Qu was sighing in contentment when, suddenly, a detestable figure appeared before her, displaying two hairy legs.

With a wicked smirk, he roughly lifted her delicate chin and shoved a rudely protruding red sausage from amidst a thicket of dense, oily black hair toward her.

The beautiful dream instantly curdled into a nightmare.

Though Qu Jingyou’s heart screamed with revulsion, her dream-self betrayed her true nature.

She not only accepted him willingly but even catered to him obsequiously, striving to serve the tyrannical man.

She felt filthy, degraded, and utterly submissive, as if she were a plaything he could use however he wished, enduring his relentless liberties while feeling as overjoyed as a child receiving praise! Qu Jingyou struggled, desperate to wake up, yet utterly unable to do so.

She tried to scream but found herself mute; she tried to flee but had nowhere to escape.

“Ding-dong.” “Bong-bong-bong-bong!” “Ding-dong, ding-dong.” “Bong-bong-bong-bong-bong!” The cacophony of ringing doorbells and frantic knocking echoed down the corridor.

Qu Feng and Qu Xin paced outside the door, agitated as ants on a hot pan.

Late last night, Qu Jingyou had personally tried to drug Wang Zhuo by swapping a bottle of mineral water, intending to knock him out and abduct him.

To her dismay, the plan faltered when the drug didn't take effect quickly enough.

In her resolve to secure the success of the operation, she had then firmly chosen to offer herself, but the process dragged on and ultimately petered out without completion! Qu Feng and Qu Xin waited downstairs.

After waiting in vain and receiving no signal, they resorted to calling Qu Jingyou, only to find her phone unanswered.

With dawn breaking, the two men realized that something had gone terribly wrong! Upon reaching the floor, they knocked and rang repeatedly, but silence was the only response.

Just as they debated calling reception to open the door, Qu Feng inadvertently leaned on the door handle with his hand, and it clicked open.

Turns out the door hadn't been locked at all! Forgetting their complaints, they rushed inside, locked the door behind them, and froze mid-stride as they passed the doorway to the bathroom.

** revealed a ** shocking scene.

Though they were relatives, witnessing such a beautiful woman lying naked on the ** entwined in the comforter, a fawning smile still playing on her lips in sleep, would have been impossible for anyone to handle calmly! Even though it was a four-star hotel, the room size for a deluxe king was modest, with minimal furnishings, allowing for a clear view: Qu Jingyou was alone.

Wang Zhuo’s belongings, clothes, and personal effects were gone; he had vanished.

Qu Feng managed to swallow hard, murmuring awkwardly, “Why is she sleeping so soundly? She can’t hear the knocking?” “It seems Wang Zhuo didn’t drink that water; she must have downed it all herself,” Qu Xin said, pointing to the mineral water bottle on the nightstand, which held only a centimeter of liquid at the bottom.

“What kind of mess is this? Ah,” Qu Feng scratched his head with a wry smile.

“Trying to steal a chicken but losing the bait—a total loss,” Qu Xin grumbled angrily.

“Like sending a meat bun to a dog; it’s gone with no return!” “Stop making sarcastic remarks and wake up this young lady first,” Qu Feng said, walking toward the nightstand.

“I’ll gather the things; you wake her.” “You do it; I’ll pack!” Qu Xin bent down to pick up a tiny piece of fabric barely the size of a palm—her “panties”—and then began collecting other clothes scattered on the floor.

Neither was willing to rouse Qu Jingyou.

They finished packing quickly, then looked at each other.

Finally, resigned to the proverb about two monks sharing the burden of fetching water, they decided to wake her together.

…… Rocked and shaken with increasing intensity, Qu Jingyou finally let out a long, heavy breath, regained consciousness, and woke from the nightmare that felt like sleep paralysis! Qu Feng bolted, slipping into the bathroom to relieve himself, leaving Qu Xin by the bedside to awkwardly face the disoriented Qu Jingyou.

“You… Huh?!” Qu Jingyou frowned at her cousin, suddenly recalling the events of the recent past, and quickly looked around the room.

“Don’t bother looking,” Qu Xin said with a bitter smile.

“It’s just you.

His things and his person are gone; he left.” In truth, Qu Jingyou already harbored the terrifying suspicion.

Sleeping this deeply, needing to be physically shaken awake—something that never happened to her normally—meant she must have drunk the colorless, odorless drug, and Wang Zhuo had turned the tables on her! “Hurry up and get dressed; we need to leave right now.

The kid probably didn’t call the police, but the longer we wait, the more dangerous it gets,” Qu Xin urged.

It was then Qu Jingyou realized she was still completely naked, instinctively pulling the comforter tightly around herself to cover her front.

Qu Xin simply spread his hands innocently toward her and walked toward the bathroom.

At that moment, Qu Jingyou’s mind was in utter chaos.

She scrambled out of bed to put on her clothes, the realization dawning that the situation was catastrophic: "The sneak attack failed, and she was betrayed instead." Yet, Wang Zhuo hadn't called the police; he had just left silently.

That was the real problem! A massive weight settled in her heart.

How many photos and how much video had Wang Zhuo taken during the night? If that material were exposed, then… After they were all packed, the trio hastily left the room.

Word reached them that Wang Zhuo had already left the capital on the predawn flight back to Jiangzhou.

Qu Xin called the hotel front desk and learned that Wang Zhuo had never checked out.

“Did you lose anything?” Qu Xin asked, starting the car, while Qu Feng, sitting in the passenger seat, turned back to ask his cousin.

“Everything is here,” Qu Jingyou replied distractedly.

“Uh…” Qu Feng glanced at her, his expression odd, and said, “Do you have any wet wipes? Wipe your face first.” Wipe her face? Qu Jingyou mumbled an absentminded affirmation, simultaneously pulling out her compact mirror and a packet of wet wipes.

Upon looking in the mirror, she instantly froze.

The woman reflected there looked distraught, but somehow, her heavy makeup had been completely washed away, revealing her true features.

However, scattered across her hairline, forehead, nostrils, cheeks, and chin were mottled, glistening marks—the dried residue of Wang Zhuo’s essence! Consumed by incandescent fury, Qu Jingyou felt a sudden urge to throw open the car door and jump out to her death.

It was then she remembered: Wang Zhuo had fed her the first dose, sprayed the second entirely across her face, and afterward, as they drank water and she performed "clean-up" for him, she had unknowingly fallen asleep! The heavy makeup had been wiped off her face before the "meal" began.

Qu Jingyou was suddenly seized by a chilling dread.

At that time, she had been utterly bewitched by Wang Zhuo, obeying his every word and granting every request.

His gaze and language seemed to possess an uncanny, magical power, capable of mesmerizing the mind until she was utterly lost in it, making her forget even the fact that he had wiped her face clean! The more she recalled, the more terrifying and wrong it felt.

She couldn’t help blurting out, “No, something is wrong with him! He’s haunted!” “Maybe the ghost is in your heart?” Qu Xin, driving, retorted gloomily.

“Listen, Miss, you certainly enjoyed being served by him last night.

What now?” “He served me?!” Qu Jingyou scoffed, about to refute, but found herself speechless.

In her original plan, there was only feigned compliance, not genuine, full-on intimacy.

Bringing up the topic of her ‘offering’ now would only invite mockery, not sympathy or regret.

Her face hardening, she fell silent, but hatred for Wang Zhuo brewed within her, along with profound worry for what came next—the leverage Wang Zhuo held was the Achilles’ heel of Miss Qu! …… The plane landed safely.

Beaming with satisfaction, Wang Zhuo stretched languidly just outside the arrival gate and spotted Siyuan and Bailu waiting to pick him up.

It was the first of May in Jiangzhou, a time when trees were already lush and flowers were in full bloom.

In the twenty-degree Celsius weather, Siyuan was wearing only a pink gauze princess dress, looking like a delicate, budding girl-next-door—rosy arms, rosy legs, a pink face, and a childlike haircut, dressed to maximize cuteness and sell her charm relentlessly.

Bailu’s attire was refreshing: cropped denim capris and a pale blue casual T-shirt; she stood tall and elegant, like a model on vacation.

Wang Zhuo approached them with a warm smile, having already filed the previous night's events away, treating them like an unreal dream.

But the dream was tangibly real.

He still possessed the photos and videos on his phone from that night of fleeting passion, the lingering echoes of the exquisite and thrilling enjoyment still fresh, along with the profound memory he had left for “Yang Yang,” which would surely last a lifetime! And the matter was far from over.

Not only would the opposing party never let this slide, but Wang Zhuo had no intention of stopping either.

Against a group that tried to kidnap and murder him, how could he possibly settle for just one move of "counter-deception"? Satisfied, then simply walk away?