Hooking Up with Brother Wang Dahe

Wang Shiyun let out a cold laugh.

An orphanage?

That’s a far worse background than Wang Dahe’s.

If she weren’t newly involved with Wang Dahe and their relationship wasn’t still unstable—if she didn’t need to keep up the act of caring about him—she wouldn’t even bother meeting the so-called "good brother" he kept talking about.

"He’s exceptionally talented. You’ll understand once you meet him," Wang Dahe said with a grin.

"Sure," Wang Shiyun replied dismissively.

Oblivious to the impatience on Wang Shiyun’s face, Wang Dahe proudly continued, "You probably wouldn’t believe someone like me has such an outstanding brother, right? And I even get to freeload off him."

Thanks to Xuan, Boss Su had rewarded him with 100,000 yuan in cash, a watch worth millions, and an internship at Tianmu Group next month.

Not to mention the computer team competition—Xuan had led them to first place, earning him another million-yuan bonus from Boss Su.

Wasn’t that freeloading off his brother?

Honestly, his good brother’s "soft life" was truly delicious.

Heh. Xuan freeloaded off Boss Su, and he freeloaded off Xuan. Perfect.

"What do you think?" Wang Shiyun rolled her eyes, not even looking up as she texted her friends.

Wang Dahe sighed admiringly. "But he really is that incredible—a genius in computer tech, and he even founded Tianmu Group."

Tianmu Group?

Wang Shiyun froze.

She knew this company. Even the app she used, Huyin, was under its umbrella.

She’d heard the owner of Tianmu Group was a business prodigy.

And he was Wang Dahe’s friend?

"Dahe, you mean Tianmu Group?" Wang Shiyun asked, stunned.

"Yep," Wang Dahe beamed. "Impressive, right?"

"Yeah… very impressive."

Wang Shiyun’s heart swelled with excitement.

Who knew Wang Dahe had such a high-achieving brother? If she could charm him…

The dinner this Wednesday might just be her opportunity.

She’d have to dress to impress.

If only she’d known earlier—she would’ve picked a sooner date.

But changing it now would leave a bad impression.

Wang Dahe gazed at Wang Shiyun’s smile and grinned goofily. "Shiyun, you look so beautiful when you smile."

Wang Shiyun wrinkled her nose in disdain.

So dumb.

But his stupidity worked in her favor—how else would he let her swindle him so easily?

Once she seduced his brother, she’d kick him to the curb without a second thought.

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Shen Qianqian had been locked up for three days. Chen Yu slept barely three hours a night before dragging herself out of bed to torment her again.

Shen Qianqian’s condition was horrific.

Her body was covered in wounds, blood oozing everywhere.

Her fingernails and toenails had all been ripped out.

Now, untied, she sat slumped in a basement room.

Chen Yu stood over her, smirking. "How does it feel?"

Shen Qianqian gritted her teeth weakly. "Chen Yu… once I get home… you’ll pay for this!"

"Don’t kid yourself. You’ll never get the chance to bully me again," Chen Yu said coldly.

Boss Su had granted her wish, but she’d also witnessed his brutal methods. Once Shen Qianqian was dealt with, she’d likely be silenced too.

But it was worth it.

After all this time torturing Shen Qianqian and ensuring she’d rot in prison, Chen Yu could die without regrets.

Only… her mother had wanted her to live. She’d have to disappoint her.

"Shen Qianqian, know what this is?" Chen Yu held up a handful of white granules.

Before Shen Qianqian could respond, Chen Yu shook her head. "Never mind. A spoiled brat like you wouldn’t recognize laundry detergent mixed with salt. Even unharmed hands sting from holding it—imagine what it’ll do to your wounds."

Shen Qianqian trembled at the explanation.

"Your body’s filthy. Your heart’s filthier. Let me clean you up."

Chen Yu smiled.

"Strip her."

The shadow guards immediately tore off Shen Qianqian’s clothes, exposing her ravaged skin—not a single patch unmarked.

Chen Yu had them pin her down as she scattered the detergent over the wounds.

A searing, fiery pain erupted.

"AAAAAH—!"

Shen Qianqian writhed on the floor, screaming.

Chen Yu felt nothing but satisfaction.

Tormenting Shen Qianqian had once been an impossible dream. Yet here she was, living it.

"We’re not done, Shen Qianqian. We’ve got a whole day left to play."

"Chen Yu…" Shen Qianqian crawled to her, clutching her pants leg in agony. "I was wrong… please… let me go…"

She regretted everything.

She never should’ve coveted Brother Lin Xuan. Never should’ve provoked Su Hua.

Su Hua was a demon.

First, she’d hired men to defile her and scar her face. Now she’d unleashed Chen Yu.

"No, you’re not sorry," Chen Yu sneered. "You’ve bullied anyone you disliked your whole life. You’re only groveling now because you hit a wall."

"And even if you meant it—would it bring my parents back?"

She yanked Shen Qianqian’s hair. "Enjoy the show."

Shen Qianqian glared at Chen Yu’s triumphant face, itching to claw it apart.

Who did this nobody think she was?

Without Su Hua’s backing, she was nothing!

But right now… she was powerless.

Despair flooded Shen Qianqian’s eyes.

For the next 24 hours, Chen Yu employed every torture method she’d learned from dramas—needles under fingernails, swarming her with centipedes, pressing her hands onto red-hot stoves.

The shadow guards watched in awe.

Ruthless. Absolutely ruthless.

When women turned vicious, men had nothing on them.

Still, Shen Qianqian’s endurance was commendable.

By the fourth day, she finally snapped, descending into madness.

"Don’t think it’s over, Shen Qianqian. You’ll be rotting in prison for a long, long time," Chen Yu whispered, eyes gleaming with delight.

Jiang Qing arrived.

"The doctor confirmed she’s mentally broken. Recovery could take years," an attendant reported.

"Understood," Jiang Qing nodded. "Return her to the Shen family. Her father must be worried."

"Yes."

The shadow guards hauled Shen Qianqian away.

"Miss Chen," Jiang Qing turned to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu knew her fate was next.

"Secretary Jiang, are you going to give me closure now?"

From the moment she saw Su Hua tormenting Shen Qianqian, she had already anticipated this outcome.

Chen Yu said, "No matter what, I still want to thank Boss Su. I’m grateful she gave me the chance to take revenge with my own hands."

Shen Qianqian’s family had power and influence, while she was just an ordinary person. If not for Boss Su, she might never have gotten her revenge—unless she found an opportunity to stab Shen Qianqian to death.

Chen Yu bowed deeply to Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing smiled. "Miss Chen, you’ve misunderstood. What I meant to say is, I’ll arrange for someone to take you home."

"What?" Chen Yu froze. "You’re not going to kill me or lock me away somewhere? Wouldn’t that be safer?"

Jiang Qing chuckled. "Miss Chen, you’re overthinking it. Even if you went around spreading the story, few would believe you. And even if they did, there’s nothing they could do to Boss Su. Of course, I doubt you’d have the courage anyway."

"Let’s go. Our people will drive you back."

Jiang Qing turned to leave.

"Wait." Chen Yu stopped her.

"Miss Chen, is there something else?"

"Secretary Jiang," Chen Yu hesitated before speaking. "Could you let me stay? I want to work for Boss Su."

She wanted to repay Su Hua’s kindness.

Moreover, after these past few days of tormenting Shen Qianqian, she realized she was more suited to this dark life. The sunlight no longer felt like her place.

Su Hua’s methods fascinated and awed her.

Jiang Qing smiled. "Miss Chen, our organization isn’t something you can just walk into. You need real skills."

Chen Yu frowned.

Real skills?

Shen Qianqian had been missing for days without a trace. Her phone remained unreachable, and even her location couldn’t be tracked.

Shen Mao was going mad searching for her.

Between the company’s troubles and Shen Qianqian’s disappearance, he was utterly exhausted.

A black car pulled up in front of the Shen family villa. Shen Qianqian was shoved out of the vehicle before the driver hit the gas and sped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Shen Qianqian was covered in blood, her face carved with the words "shameless bitch." Combined with the darkness of the night, she looked like a vengeful ghost.

A servant, hearing the commotion outside, curiously opened the door—only to be met with the horrifying sight of a bloodied figure.

"Ah—!" The servant screamed in terror.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

Panicked, the servant scrambled away.

Shen Mao sat in the backseat of his car, his voice low and tense. "Still no leads?"

"No. It’s as if someone deliberately erased all traces. We truly can’t find any clues," the search team replied nervously.

"Useless!" Shen Mao snapped. "It’s been this long, and you still can’t find a single person? You’re all worthless! If you don’t find her, you’re all fired!"

"Screech—!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, the tires shrieking against the pavement.

"What’s going on?" Shen Mao’s temper flared even hotter.

"Sir, there’s someone at the villa’s entrance," the driver said.