Qin Qiao'er felt weak all over. At first, she couldn't move because of the drug, and later she was exhausted from the man's excessive demands.
Her voice was hoarse, and her tears were dried up.
She was in a daze, not knowing how many times they had sex or how many times she had fainted.
The last time she woke up groggily, she was lying on the bed, and the man was on top of her, releasing himself with a low growl.
Finally, he was satisfied, just like a drunkard who had had his fill, and fell asleep wearily.
Qin Qiao'er was physically exhausted, but her mind was clear. She trembled as she reached for the ashtray on the bedside table and swung it at the sleeping man.
Her hands were weak, and the ashtray landed without much force.
The man woke up frowning, squinting his eyes and covering his forehead where he was hit. "What's that?" His eyes were unfocused as he reached out and felt the ashtray beside him.
He immediately knew what had happened. He couldn't help but roar angrily, "You dared to hit me?" His deep eyes burst out with chills. "Woman, do you know who I am?"
Qin Qiao'er looked at the bald head in front of her and the handsome eyebrows and eyes beneath it. She covered her mouth in surprise and said, "I - I don't know who you are!"
The man in front of her was not the one in the photo Song Qianqian had shown her.
Suddenly, Qin Qiao'er remembered some details. Qin Yalan had sent her to the wrong room!
"Playing the chaste and heroic woman? Trying to get my attention?" The man sat up. His broad chest was firm and well - built. He sneered sarcastically, "I've seen plenty of women like you who will stop at nothing!"
Qin Qiao'er's anger flared up.
Just a moment ago, she was glad that her first night wasn't taken by an old lecher. Now she felt that it would be better to give it to a pig or a dog than to this bald man in front of her.
She looked at the luxurious and high - class suite and changed her mind about leaving immediately.
She waved her hand to make sure the man really couldn't see. Gaining courage, she grabbed the scattered bed sheet beside her and pounced on the man.
In the moment of the man's surprise, she picked up his tie and tied his hands to the head of the bed.
Thanks to the man's blindness, Qin Qiao'er succeeded easily.
The man coldly warned, "What are you doing? I'm warning you, don't play with fire!"
"Play with fire?" Qin Qiao'er straddled the man. Feeling the man's arousal, she whipped him with the belt. "I'm telling you, I'm going to play with this fire today!"
The man let out a muffled groan and stopped talking.
Qin Qiao'er picked up her phone and started taking pictures.
Naked photos, private parts photos. She deliberately included the man's cold face in each photo. When she was tired from taking pictures, she stopped. She buckled the belt around the man's neck and pulled him halfway up. "Give me 20 million, or I'll expose these photos of you to the media!"
The man sneered, "Do you think the media will accept them?"
"Then I'll - " Qin Qiao'er grabbed the source of her pain last night. "Break it and turn you, the bald man, into a real monk. And I'll post the photos online. I don't believe no one will be interested!"
Qin Qiao'er got the check worth 20 million as she wished. The signature on it was Li Shanen. As she had promised, she deleted all the photos in front of him, took a quick shower, put on the clothes that Ms. Qin had taken off for her, and left in a hurry.
Qin Yalan was waiting downstairs. She had waited all night. Seeing her daughter come out of the hotel with disheveled hair, she quickly stepped forward. "Qiao'er - "
Qin Qiao'er threw the check in Qin Yalan's face and gritted her teeth. "From today on, I, Qin Qiao'er, have nothing to do with you. This 20 million is for buying out the kindness of your 20 - year upbringing! From now on, just think of me as dead!"
She snatched her backpack from Qin Yalan's hand, ran out of the hotel with red - rimmed eyes, and took a taxi straight to the airport.
As a plane flew across the blue sky, Li Shanen looked at Zhao Youting on the bed and laughed. "The most promiscuous young master in City A actually got blackmailed with nude photos. Hahaha, it's a pity I didn't get to see it. Otherwise, I'd like to expose it to the media too!"
Zhao Youting groped for the ashtray and threw it hard in the direction of the sound. "This is the woman you found for me! I wrote your name on the check. She won't get a single cent. Find her for me. I must tear her to pieces!"
There was a knock on the door. The late - coming bodyguards brought in a young woman. The woman was terrified, her eyes darting around like a frightened deer. She trembled as she handed over the check and said with a sob, "S - sorry, it's all a misunderstanding! Mr. Li - "
Zhao Youting, whose eyes had no pupils, looked at the woman. "What's your name?"
The woman sobbed and replied, "S - Song, Song Qianqian."