Shen Qingqing slowed her steps, "Haven't we reached Grandma's room yet?"
The villa was huge, and the second floor had two long corridors, each with over a dozen rooms. Although she didn't know where Grandma's room was, it couldn't be at the end of the corridor, could it?
The maid replied without looking back, "The old madam dislikes noise, so her room is set up at the very end."
This reason sounded convincing at first, but Shen Qingqing's intuition told her something was amiss. Still, she asked nothing further and followed the maid to a room at the very end.
The moment the door opened and she saw the furnishings inside, Shen Qingqing knew something was wrong. The room contained only a bed, a wardrobe, and a drab sofa with a coffee table.
But how could Grandma's room be like this?
She was about to turn away when a strong force suddenly pushed her from behind.
She stumbled into the room, and the door behind her clicked shut.
She turned back to push the door, but it was locked.
Suddenly, a strong smell of alcohol wafted from behind her. Almost instinctively, she spun to dodge, and a middle-aged man with a beer belly lunged directly at the door!
The door creaked loudly from the impact, and the man's forehead was bruised, but he seemed too drunk to be angry. He leered at Shen Qingqing.
"Little beauty, come and give me some pleasure."
Shen Qingqing eyed him warily, "Who are you?"
The man reeked of alcohol. As he walked towards her, he unbuttoned his tie, thinking he looked handsome, but in reality, he was so greasy he was unbearable to look at.
Shen Qingqing turned her face away, unable to hide her disgust, "I don't know you."
"Hurry up and serve me," the man ordered matter-of-factly. He was too drunk to stand steadily and staggered to the bed, sitting down with his legs spread wide, clearly expecting to be attended to.
Shen Qingqing crossed her arms and sneered, "Who sent you? Shen Yaoyao? Fang Ruo?"
The man's mind was muddled, only focused on the alluring woman before him. He couldn't comprehend her words. He found her voice pleasant but also irritating. He slurred, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry, hurry... take off your clothes... let me have some fun first..."
His foul language made Shen Qingqing's expression grow colder.
When she remained still, the man finally lost patience. He took off his jacket and ripped open his shirt haphazardly, revealing a chest and belly covered in flab. Then, he lunged at Shen Qingqing like a hungry tiger!
Shen Qingqing sidestepped, and the man immediately fell to the ground, hitting himself hard. He cursed, "Bitch, why are you dodging?"
"Say that again."
Shen Qingqing, in her high heels, slowly walked up to him. She saw the man look up, his eyes filled with greed and lust. He wasn't handsome to begin with, and this expression made him even uglier.
She found it hard to look, averting her eyes slightly, "I don't know who sent you, but they really think highly of me to find someone like you."
The man, groggy and realizing the woman was looking down on him, became enraged. He scrambled to his feet, "You're just a damn bitch, why pretend to be pure?"
He spat on the ground and reached out to grab her.
His repetitive words made Shen Qingqing realize she wouldn't get any information from him. Her patience completely ran out, and she grabbed his arm.
The soft, cool touch stirred the man, making him momentarily lose focus and forget something crucial.
Her strength was immense, like a vice.
Shen Qingqing looked at his repulsive face, "I'll ask you one more time, who sent you."
Still unrestrained, the man continued to spew vulgarities. He even tried to reach out with his other hand to touch her face. "Who sent me? I'm here to sleep with you..."
Shen Qingqing's eyes narrowed sharply. She gripped his wrist with one hand and struck his joint with the other. A "crack" was heard!
"Ahhhhh!"
Accompanied by the man's scream, his hefty body crashed to the ground, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle. It was broken.
This blow sobered him up by five points.
But the pain in his arm was excruciating, making him want to writhe on the floor.
The room was filled with the man's screams, while the woman standing there remained calm, showing no emotion.
In fact, the more the man screamed, the happier she seemed.
She took a tissue from a box on the bedside table and gently wiped her fair fingertips that had touched him. Suddenly, the screams struck her as grating.
"Shut up."
The man froze. Tears and sweat mingled in his eyes, making it impossible to see the person before him clearly, but his cries subsided. It wasn't just fear, but also exhaustion.
Shen Qingqing threw away the tissue and looked down at him, "Are you sober now?"
The man, dazed by the pain, closed his eyes tightly. "You... you're crazy! How dare you hurt me? Do you know who I am? You..."
Shen Qingqing sneered, "It seems you won't speak until you see the coffin."
She raised her foot and stepped on the man's other intact hand. The heel of her shoe was thin, and as she twisted her ankle, the man felt as though his palm was about to be pierced.
"Ah, let go of me!"
His shouts were met with increasing pressure. The pain made him dizzy, almost to the point of passing out.
Seeing that he still refused to talk, Shen Qingqing was about to resort to more extreme measures. However, just as she was about to act, she heard footsteps approaching from outside.
She walked to the door and listened carefully to the sounds outside.
The footsteps grew closer, clearly heading for this room.
The man was still writhing in pain. Shen Qingqing took a small medicine bottle from her bag, containing a light yellow, semi-transparent solid.
She unscrewed the cap and poured the solid onto the man.
In his pain-induced haze, the man didn't notice the substance. He continued to curse belligerently, "You just wait! I won't let you go! I'll kill you!"
Shen Qingqing almost laughed. Alcohol truly was a terrible thing. If he were sober, he would never dare speak like this to someone who had broken his arm.
The sound of a lock turning came from outside.
As the door was pushed open, Shen Yaoyao's voice came through the gap, "I just saw my sister go into this room with a man. I don't know who he is, and he seemed to have been drinking a lot. I was worried something might happen to my sister..."
Shen Qingqing let out a cold laugh. Before the door was fully opened, she took out a lighter, lit it, and threw it onto the man.
White phosphorus ignites on contact with fire.
The scorching flames instantly burned through the man's clothes and soon his skin. He suddenly jolted awake, forgetting the pain in his arm, and scrambled to his feet, frantically using his intact hand to pat out the flames.
"Fire! Help!"