Xu Mingyao

Lu Ming was furious, but facing this woman whose beauty was almost unreasonable, he couldn't bring himself to lay a hand on her again.

It wasn't because she was beautiful, but because the education Lu Ming had received since childhood forbade him from hitting a girl, even though he hated this woman enough to grind his teeth to dust.

Shooting a murderous glare at the red-haired woman, Lu Ming took Tian Youyou's hand and left the women's restroom, his steps never pausing as he wanted to get out of this godforsaken place immediately.

But before the two could find their way out of the bar, a group of people suddenly surrounded them.

This time was different from when they had first entered the bar. This group's intent was unmistakable. After encircling them, one of them raised a liquor bottle and smashed it directly onto Lu Ming's head.

The bottle shattered. Lu Ming's vision swam, and he fell to the ground with a thud. The surrounding crowd immediately closed in, kicking and punching the fallen Lu Ming.

Tian Youyou, standing to the side, was scared out of her wits by the bottle smash.

By the time she regained her senses, Lu Ming was already curled up on the ground, being beaten by the group. She tried to pull the men away, but as a girl, she was no match for their burly frames; a casual shove sent her stumbling back to the floor.

Seeing Lu Ming's face covered in blood, Tian Youyou was so frantic she began to cry.

She threatened to call the police, shouting at them to stop, but was met only with the group's mocking laughter.

Tian Youyou knew why they were beating Lu Ming. She turned to look at the red-haired woman standing to the side, a slender cigarette between her fingers, watching Lu Ming's beating with cold detachment. Tian Youyou stood up, hurried over, and begged through her tears:

"Big sister, please tell them to stop. Don't hit him anymore, I'm begging you."

The red-haired woman glanced sideways at Tian Youyou. She took a drag from her cigarette, slowly exhaling a plume of white smoke, then tilted her head slightly as she looked at Tian Youyou, asking curiously:

"Beg me?"

"How exactly do you plan to beg me?"

The red-haired woman's words made Tian Youyou freeze. She understood the implication and hesitated, but there was no time left for hesitation now.

Glancing back at Lu Ming being beaten by the crowd, Tian Youyou immediately turned her head back and pleaded tearfully:

"I, I..."

In the end, Tian Youyou couldn't muster the courage to say the words. She could only grab the red-haired woman's hand, nodding pitifully to indicate she would do anything, just please make them stop hitting him.

The corners of the red-haired woman's mouth lifted slightly. A wicked little smile appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.

But because of her celebrity-like gorgeous features, her wicked smile didn't provoke any disgust; instead, it was somewhat alluring.

Her gaze lingered on Tian Youyou's cute, round face. She waved a hand, and a lackey nearby, taking the cue, spoke up:

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Stop the beating."

The group stopped at the sound and dispersed slightly, revealing Lu Ming inside. He still lay curled on the ground, blood from his face spreading on the bar's smooth floor tiles, forming a small, dark stain.

Seeing Lu Ming bleeding so much, Tian Youyou immediately wanted to go check his injuries.

But she had only taken one step when the red-haired woman wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back.

"Relax, he won't die."

The woman said dismissively.

As she spoke, she hugged the petite Tian Youyou and started to lead her away from the scene.

Unable to rest easy, Tian Youyou kept looking back at Lu Ming, begging the woman beside her:

"Please let me check on him, okay? He's badly hurt."

"Someone will take care of him. Don't worry."

The woman said indifferently, holding onto Tian Youyou who kept looking back with every step, and took her away from there...

...

Lu Ming was helped out of the bar by a bartender.

At the bar's back door, the lean bartender set the bloodied Lu Ming down against a wall. He patted down his vest, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a drag.

Blowing out a stream of white smoke, the bartender looked at the unconscious young man. He shook his head with a touch of pity, clicked his tongue twice, and silently lamented the boy's bad luck in his heart.

Of all people to piss off, you had to go and provoke Miss Xu.

In City S, the Xu family could almost be said to hold sway over everything. Political, business, underworld—there was no sphere the Xu family didn't have a hand in.

And as the Xu family's only daughter, Xu Mingyao's power and influence went without saying.

Crossing her in City S was almost no different from offending the emperor in ancient times.

I heard you even punched her?

Getting off with just a beating like this, who knows if your luck is good or bad.

The bartender finished his cigarette. Leaning against the wall, he took out his phone from his pocket and started playing on it, quietly waiting for the ambulance to arrive...

...

On the snow-white hotel bed, Xu Mingyao leaned against the headboard, staring at the chat interface on her phone screen. She was momentarily conflicted, unsure what to send to Sister Qing Mo to make the tall, aloof woman's heart stir even a little, to mercifully respond and not treat her like thin air.

Xu Mingyao thought for a good while but couldn't come up with an answer. Lacking patience, she simply put down her phone and looked at the round-faced sleeping girl beside her.

The corners of Xu Mingyao's mouth lifted. She was very pleased with her.

She liked this kind of pure girl, liked the reluctant, yet forced-to-comply look on their faces under her commands. It gave her a sense of conquest, and it was fun.

And her satisfaction went far beyond just that.

Xu Mingyao never expected that, despite having a boyfriend, the girl could still be as untouched as a blank sheet of paper.

Lifting her hand to touch the left cheek that had been punched, recalling the furious, crazed look on that handsome young man's face, Xu Mingyao felt a thrill of excitement run through her, getting incredibly high.

Such things were like an extremely delicious seasoning, adding extra flavor to an already far-from-boring night.

Xu Mingyao had tried this many times, yet she remained utterly addicted to it, loving it to the point of madness.

Savoring that feeling, Xu Mingyao seemed to suddenly remember something unpleasant. Her exquisitely beautiful face, no less stunning than a celebrity's, instantly twisted with violence.

That damn blond bastard!

How dare he lay a finger on my Sister Qing Mo!

If I weren't afraid of offending Sister Qing Mo and facing her retaliation, I'd really love to chop him up and throw him into the sea to feed the fish!!!

Xu Mingyao took deep breaths, the violence on her face gradually easing, though she still gritted her teeth.

She did enjoy cuckolding others.

But she enjoyed being the one doing the cuckolding, not the one being cuckolded!!!

Perhaps precisely because she was so deeply familiar with the taste of it, she was especially resistant to being on the receiving end.

Others' pain was a delicious seasoning, but her own pain would be an utter tragedy!

Fortunately, though, that damned blond idiot was a blind fool who didn't know what was good for him and actually had the gall to reject Sister Qing Mo.

Every time Xu Mingyao thought of this, her feelings were particularly complex: happy that Sister Qing Mo remained pure and untainted, yet furious that that damned blond could gain Qing Mo's favor and then not cherish it!

This unrequited dynamic naturally gave Xu Mingyao a feeling of inferiority compared to him.

It made her especially angry and annoyed.