Chapter 8: It's You Who Took Me into That Room

In the hot water room.

Mi Yao was bending over to get hot water when Liu Lu hurried over, calling out enthusiastically, "Yaoyao."

Every time Mi Yao heard Liu Lu's voice, she would get goosebumps. Liu Lu, in her bid to please men, would deliberately force a coy, sweet voice that was painfully grating to the ears.

Could it be that men nowadays liked this kind of voice?

Mi Yao didn't even turn around, her voice indifferent, "Is there something you need?"

"Oh, there's nothing specific, I just wanted to ask, Yaoyao, are you okay?"

"Very good."

Liu Lu looked at Mi Yao, a flash of confusion in her eyes. Hesitatingly, she asked, "Yaoyao, did anything happen to you last night?"

Last night...

Mi Yao quickly remembered the demon who had assaulted her.

"Liu Lu, what do you mean by asking that? Is something supposed to have happened to me last night?" Mi Yao looked at Liu Lu suspiciously.

She couldn't figure out why, if she had passed out at the bar last night, she ended up in that demon's room.

Someone must have put her there.

Who was it?

Was it Liu Lu?

"Liu Lu, you went to the bar last night, right? Was it you who took me to the room? Did you do it on purpose to let a man ruin me?" Mi Yao asked directly.

A flicker of panic crossed Liu Lu's eyes, but she denied it, "Mi Yao, what are you talking about? I'm warning you, don't falsely accuse me! Were you ruined by a man in his room last night? Ha, you're supposed to marry into the Feng Family. What do you think—will they still want you if I tell the Feng Family about this?"

Mi Yao was almost certain it was Liu Lu. Clenching her fists at her sides, she stared at Liu Lu, "Well, guess what, if I tell the Feng Family that you orchestrated this, do you think they'll let you off easily?"

"So, Mi Yao, you better not talk nonsense about this matter!" Liu Lu said contemptuously as she glanced at Mi Yao, "Acting so pure on the outside, who would have thought you were so promiscuous on the inside? You really put a green hat on Young Master Feng, ha ha."

Mi Yao trembled with anger, retorting, "The one who shouldn't be talking nonsense is you. Be careful, or I might send you down to keep company with Young Master Feng wearing that green hat!"

"You! You're ruthless!" Liu Lu stormed off, swaying her hips.

...

Liu Lu reached the corridor entrance and looked around to make sure no one was there before pulling out her phone to dial a number.

The call connected quickly, and a rough male voice came through, "Hello."

"Hello, Brother Yue, what happened on your end? I couldn't get through to your phone last night. How did it go? Did you manage to do it? Last night, I personally delivered Mi Yao to your room's big bed. How many times did you do her? Did you take any videos? Send them to me, let me have a look!"

Indeed, Liu Lu had gone to the bar last night, where she saw the already inebriated Mi Yao.

She really hated Mi Yao. Mi Yao, the daughter of the mayor, was born exceedingly beautiful; since childhood, all the boys' eyes were on her, and no one noticed Liu Lu beside her, just a green leaf by comparison.

She was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

At long last, the Mi Family had fallen, and Mi Yao was no longer the mayor's precious daughter, yet now she was about to marry into the powerful Feng Family that held sway over the country. How could she stand for that?

Fortunately, she knew a portly middle-aged boss, Brother Yue, who after seeing Mi Yao once, had practically drooled over her. Thus, she devised a cunning plan.

She had delivered the drunken Mi Yao into Brother Yue's room, onto his big bed, letting Brother Yue ruin her. Then, by capturing it on video, she would be able to control her in the future.