Chapter 6: Promising Not to Leave Him Even a Thread of Underwear, Let Alone a Single Hair

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“Oh dear, sorry, I stepped on you,” Jiang Wanning said, feigning innocence as she covered her mouth and jumped down from his face. She regretted not wearing high heels—thin heels would have been even better. Alas, she ‘accidentally’ stepped on his hand again.

“My face, my hand…” Gu Qiyu wasn’t sure whether to cover his face or his hand as he curled up on the ground, wailing in pain. Was it really that painful? Such a grown man was truly delicate. She had been through countless surgeries and near-death experiences without complaint.

Not a word! How resolute she was! She only wished to destroy the entire world.

With great mercy, Jiang Wanning hauled Gu Qiyu to his feet. She was terrifyingly strong now. She reached out and started to grope him.

Although the pain hadn’t yet subsided, Gu Qiyu suddenly found himself being fondled—soft little hands roamed his body, from chest to waist, then waist to legs.

Gu Qiyu was stunned, his mind swirling with thoughts: He was tainted—he was no longer pure—he had betrayed Wanwan.

Upstairs, Ji Chen witnessed the scene and froze, his previously tense heart igniting with fury.

“Jiang Wanning! What are you doing?”

So noisy!

“Where are the car keys?”

“Who are you, rummaging through a man’s pockets like that? No shame at all. The world’s morals are declining, humanity is lost.”

Gu Qiyu tightly wrapped his arms around himself, his face flushed bright red, embarrassed like a virtuous wife who had been molested. His eyes sparkled like shattered glass, the corners reddened.

The heroine loved that touch of red at the corner of his eyes the most—when moved, he looked pitiful, making one want to be even rougher with him, not sparing him just because he was a delicate flower.

Delicate flower? More like a man-eating plant.

Jiang Wanning searched thoroughly but didn’t find a trace of the car keys. Seeing Ji Chen about to come downstairs with others, she gave up on stealing the car and said calmly, “I’m being chased. Please take me to the police station.” Her tone was flat and composed, showing no sign of panic.

Gu Qiyu, who had looked pitiful moments ago, changed his demeanor entirely upon seeing Ji Chen. A smile appeared on his lips—part pride, part mockery, part inscrutable, and a hint of silliness.

There was no point in pretending anymore.

So easy!

Jiang Wanning grabbed him and headed for the car.

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The car that stubbornly wouldn’t start earlier unlocked with a ‘click’ as Gu Qiyu grasped the car door.

Oh my.

Still fingerprint smart lock.

The rich really know how to play.

This time Jiang Wanning chose the passenger seat for convenience when she planned to wrestle the steering wheel later.

“In a society governed by law, how are you being chased? You’re joking, right? Is he your boyfriend?” Gu Qiyu glanced sideways.

His face was covered in messy footprints, dirty and crisscrossed, and with that sneaky expression, he looked sleazy.

There was even a bit of moisture on his face.

Jiang Wanning thought carefully—she might have stepped in some yellowish water when she went into the restroom earlier…

“You said you were being chased. Why don’t you look very tense?” Gu Qiyu asked suspiciously, his eyes probing.

“You get used to it,” she replied.

“?”

“Turn right, please.”

Gu Qiyu felt a strange sensation. Turning right wasn’t the way to the police station but somewhere he wanted to go. Did she know something?

But if she knew, why would she walk into the trap?

Hesitating, he eased off the accelerator, slowing the car down.

Without hesitation, Jiang Wanning swiftly pulled out a syringe and jabbed it into Gu Qiyu’s neck, pressing the emergency stop button with the other hand.

The car screeched to a sudden halt, and Gu Qiyu’s head hit the steering wheel. The anesthetic worked quickly, and the impact left him dizzy.

Hadn’t he only spoken two sentences to Jiang Wanning?

How did she figure it out?

Where was the flaw?

When did she hide the needle?

Where did it come from?

Gu Qiyu’s mind was full of questions, but he couldn’t resist the drug’s effects. As he drifted into unconsciousness, he vaguely saw the woman in front of him flashing a sly, malevolent grin.

What did that look mean?

Why did he feel as if she was stripping him bare, exposing him completely?

She was leering at him with her eyes!

Touching every inch of his body upon meeting, she had now drugged him—was she going to ravage and torment him?

His long-held purity!

Beast!

Heaven above!

Earth below!

Jiang Wanning paid no mind to Gu Qiyu’s inner turmoil. She had promised not to leave him a single thread of dignity.

She pressed the accelerator, flying off with the car—starting, turning, drifting—all in one smooth motion.

Closer.

Closer.

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This time, she would definitely get inside the police station.

No one could stop her.

Charge!

Several black sedans blocked her path; two more closed in behind, trapping her in the middle.

Her heart sank sharply as her hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

Outside the windows, the black cars’ windows looked like bottomless pits, hiding unknown threats, an oppressive feeling washing over her.

Time seemed to freeze, only the sound of her rapid breathing and the engine’s roar filled the air.

Jiang Wanning gritted her teeth, slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the car let out a low, furious roar.

She charged straight at the black cars blocking her way.

The cars seemed unprepared for such recklessness; at the collision, their bodies shook violently, metal screeching sharply.

Gu Qiyu’s car was worth over ten million yuan; its sturdiness unmatched, the reason she insisted on stealing it.

The other cars’ fronts were dented deeply by the impact.

Seizing the gap created by the collision, Jiang Wanning quickly turned the wheel and sped through the narrow opening.

The car bolted inside like a runaway horse.

The police station’s glass doors shattered.

The car stopped in the middle of the lobby.

The busy officers were stunned by the spectacle.

First thought: Who dares attack the police station?

Second thought: What a cool car.

The scattered officers cautiously surrounded the vehicle, hands resting on their guns, eyes wary, ready to draw at the slightest trouble.

In slow motion, the car door opened from the inside.

A shadowy head emerged first.

Long, straight black hair cascaded like a waterfall, obscuring the face.

A pair of pale, bloodless hands—unlike those of a living person—slowly stretched out, nails long, sharp, painted red.

The hands pressed against the floor, and a white figure slowly climbed out.

Her movements were mechanical and sluggish, each forward motion seeming to drain her strength, yet filled with unyielding determination.

The entire scene was eerily silent.

Several timid female officers huddled nervously together.

Come on, they had just watched a horror movie about Sadako last night—they didn’t want such a nightmare becoming reality so soon.

They could almost imagine the face beneath that hair: pale, translucent, blue-gray veins visible under the skin, turning to black lines as if death itself was spreading.

Perhaps hollow eye sockets from which an eyeball might drop at any moment.

Eek, terrifying!

In broad daylight, under the clear sky…