The scorching breath seemed to ignite the desires of both of them.
Dong Enyu opened her robe, revealing her beautiful figure without a doubt.
She slowly leaned down, teasingly approaching the man, her breathing slightly quickening, her eyelids trembling with each breath, everything was ready…
Bang! Bang! Bang! The urgent knocking on the door instantly interrupted the plan.
Dong Enyu frowned.
She remembered telling the receptionist not to let anyone disturb this room, yet at this critical moment, someone had to barge in.
Whether to open the door or not was Dong Enyu’s choice, but the situation was more serious than she thought.
The door was not only forced open by a man in a black suit, but ten people entered the room, with a familiar face leading them—Zhao Han.
A trap? Dong Enyu’s eyes widened, unable to process her thoughts before Zhao Han grabbed her by the hair, dragging her off the bed and onto the floor.
Dizzy and in pain, the woman lay on the carpet, her robe open, looking very disheveled.
However, Zhao Han didn’t let the bodyguards leave; instead, she pinned the woman’s legs down and started punching her.
Her punches were strong, landing on Dong Enyu’s abdomen, chest, and cheeks without hesitation, filled with anger.
Dong Enyu gritted her teeth and endured it.
If she fought back now, it wouldn’t just be Zhao Han attacking her.
With one swollen eye, she glanced at the surrounding “spectators,” the men Zhao Han brought with her.
Dong Enyu knew Zhao Han didn’t bring them for fun.
The punches to her face seemed to aim to disfigure her, as her existence was like a thorn, making Wutang restless.
“You shameless woman!” Zhao Han stopped her assault, grabbing Dong Enyu’s cheeks with one hand, forcing her face straight.
“What are you trying to do by seducing Di Wei? What do you want from him?” Perhaps having lost all patience, Zhao Han’s usual cold demeanor was gone, completely losing control tonight.
“Speak! I told you to speak!” She then punched Dong Enyu’s abdomen, causing the woman to gasp for air.
“Do you think you can climb up the ranks? Using dirty tricks to infiltrate Wutang? Dong Enyu, you’re a hopelessly despicable woman! You make me sick!” Zhao Han spat on Dong Enyu, showing utter contempt.
The ultimate insult.
Dong Enyu, who was struggling slightly, was hit hard by these words, and she fell silent.
The physical pain seemed less severe because… her heart hurt more.
Seeing Dong Enyu’s stunned expression, Zhao Han finally let go of her hands.
She slowly stood up, and the bodyguards around her, seeing Zhao Han’s unsteady stance, rushed to support her, only to be waved off by the woman.
A silent yet suffocating atmosphere spread in the seven-square-meter bedroom.
Zhao Han walked over to the drunken Di Wei, dressing him one piece at a time.
Before leaving, Zhao Han turned her back, supporting the swaying Wutang Boss, and sternly warned, “Don’t let me see you again!”
Like a sworn enemy, Zhao Han’s words were deeply imprinted in Dong Enyu’s heart.
Cold, resentful, emotionless, warning Dong Enyu.
As the footsteps gradually faded, the woman lying on the ground finally came to her senses.
She painfully propped herself up, the bruises from the punches not bleeding but leaving her body covered in blue and purple, as if stained by paint.
The sight of her battered appearance left Dong Enyu herself in shock.
She was a person of flesh and blood; how could she not feel pain? But this kind of pain made her unable to cry, unable to wail.
In the end, she could only swallow all the suffering.
The once-crowded bedroom now felt empty and unsettling.
Dong Enyu picked up her scattered clothes, dressing as if nothing had happened.
She didn’t need to sort out her emotions because there was nothing to sort out; everything had been shattered by Zhao Han.
The woman left the hotel, and the car that had been parked downstairs was long gone.
At three in the morning, Dong Enyu walked down the street, facing the cold wind.
One step, two steps, three steps… twenty-two steps, twenty-three steps, twenty…
Pause.
On the unlit sidewalk, the thin figure of the woman stopped.
“Don’t let me see you again!”
The words, mouthed silently, echoed in her mind.
It was nothing more than a threat to Dong Enyu, but what truly left her soul unsettled was not the literal meaning, but because she heard Zhao Han’s heartfelt disgust.
Zhao Han truly didn’t want to see her again, genuinely, from the bottom of her heart… disgust.
Always, labels like ‘cheap,’ ‘j□j,’ ‘shameless’ were attached to Dong Enyu.
To her, it was nothing because if she didn’t wear these cloaks, the mission couldn’t continue.
However, this time, Dong Enyu tasted a deep bitterness.
Helplessness, sadness, despair…
In the eyes of those unaware, Dong Enyu had already become such a woman.
She succeeded.
Yet she couldn’t feel happy at all…
“Ugh…” Suddenly, a churn in her abdomen made Dong Enyu, standing in the cold wind, bend over.
“It really hurts,” she muttered to herself, as if mocking herself.
The woman leaned against the roadside wall, slowly squatting down, her shadow elongated by the moonlight gradually shrinking, eventually becoming a small round shape.
Tap… tap… tap…
Regular footsteps slowly approached.
In the darkness, illuminated by the moonlight, a tall shadow gradually neared Dong Enyu.
“Let’s go home.” A deep, hoarse voice, carried by the breeze, reached the woman’s ears.
Five steps away, Huo Ai stood there.
Not too far, not too close, looking down at Dong Enyu huddled by the wall.
Let’s go home.
Three words, simple and powerful.
But Dong Enyu didn’t get up.
Since the woman refused to get up, Huo Ai could only squat down.
“Let’s go home,” the woman in front repeated once more.
“Did you call Zhao Han here?” Out of nowhere, Dong Enyu looked up at Huo Ai.
That classically beautiful face was flawless, like the finest porcelain, white and smooth, with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, a perfect blend of gentleness and dominance.
Yet this Huo Ai called Zhao Han to disrupt things.
“That’s right,” without needing to explain, Huo Ai shrugged, calmly saying, “Your phone has a satellite positioning system.” Because of this, Huo Ai could accurately locate the woman’s whereabouts, then notify Zhao Han to catch her in the act, and also appear here, on this empty, deserted street, encountering the beaten and fleeing Dong Enyu.
Seeing the obvious bruise around the woman’s left eye, Huo Ai instinctively reached out, intending to touch it, but the woman turned her head away in resistance.
The slight movement highlighted Dong Enyu’s dissatisfaction with Huo Ai.
They didn’t argue verbally, just confronted each other with their eyes.
Being hated by Zhao Han was definitely not caused by today’s incident.
It was the accumulation of countless grievances and conflicts since they met, leading to the final break.
Huo Ai merely ignited the fuse, nothing more.
In the end, what crime did Huo Ai commit?
“Why?” Dong Enyu tightened her arms around herself, the wind messing up her long hair, covering the bruises.
“Isn’t this what you wanted me to do?” The steady words reached her ears, Huo Ai’s unwavering gaze making the woman tremble.
Under the moonlight, her expression was somewhat playful, as if mocking the woman’s forgetfulness.
Huo Ai’s words seemed to laugh at Dong Enyu for forgetting what she had once instructed.
It was she herself who asked Huo Ai to “do this,” so why ask her “why do this”?
A rhetorical question left Dong Enyu wide-eyed.
“Isn’t it?” Huo Ai leaned in, reaching out again to touch the woman’s cheek.
Dong Enyu reflexively tried to swat the hand away, but Huo Ai intercepted it, then pressed the woman against the wall.
“Isn’t it? Don’t you want me to do this? You deliberately told me about tonight’s plan and mentioned there might be progress.
Isn’t that your way of asking me to ‘stop’ you?”
Is that… how it is? Dong Enyu pressed her lips together, not opposing Huo Ai’s interpretation, but instead growing increasingly uneasy as her inner thoughts were exposed.
Perhaps she did say it on purpose for Huo Ai to hear.
Inside her, there were always two voices: one forcing her to carry out the mission, the other telling her not to do something foolish.
However, the path had to be walked, yet she unintentionally hinted to Huo Ai, as if seeking help, to stop her.
This bit of resistance was growing stronger invisibly.
Dong Enyu lowered her gaze, reaching into her coat to pull out another unused packet of powder.
“I don’t need this anymore.” She looked up to meet Huo Ai’s eyes.
This packet of powder explained everything.
If she truly intended to use Di Wei to secure her position, she wouldn’t have chosen to mix sleeping pills into the drink for the man to consume.
Instead, she would have chosen this packet of red powder, making the man lose control and take her.
Perhaps deep down, Dong Enyu wasn’t willing to sacrifice to that extent…
“Then throw it away.” Huo Ai took the red powder expressionlessly, then unfolded the paper, letting the powder scatter in the breeze.
Dong Enyu turned her head, not wanting to see any more powder.
She braced against the wall, slowly getting up.
Seeing her struggle to stand, Huo Ai reached out to steady her, feeling the slight tremble in her body.
Whether it was from the cold or something else, Huo Ai didn’t know.
She only knew that if she didn’t support Dong Enyu, she might collapse.
“Thank you.” Dong Enyu turned to express her gratitude, her lips inadvertently brushing against the woman’s cheek, as soft as a feather.
Warm breath gently spread across the other’s lips.
Huo Ai nodded, smiling in acknowledgment of the thanks.
She had thought Dong Enyu would resist Huo Ai’s support, but surprisingly, the woman was quite mature, not holding a grudge for the disruption of her plan.
Instead, she admitted she needed help, even leaning all her weight onto Huo Ai, forcing her to bear the woman’s weight.
After five steps, Huo Ai raised an eyebrow slightly, then crouched down to scoop Dong Enyu up in her arms.
It was much easier than dragging her along.
Dong Enyu didn’t feel embarrassed about it either.
Her playful attitude somewhat hinted at Huo Ai to do so.
With her goal achieved, the woman smiled faintly, closing her eyes and resting against Huo Ai’s neck, her arms wrapped around her neck, relaxing.
“Zhao Han won’t give up Di Wei, you should give up.” This was Huo Ai’s advice.
Dong Enyu, cradled in the warm embrace, almost drifted off to sleep with the gentle sway.
“It’s not Di Wei I want,” she said softly, her voice thick with drowsiness, “but the people around Di Wei.”
