The CEO's Naughty Wife

After receiving the red envelope, Zhu Qing hesitated for quite a while before clicking on it,

while Chi Yue leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on her phone, calm as a hunter waiting to trap their prey.

She knew the weakness of such women. Since Zhu Qing could abandon her self-respect to work in this trade, money would hold great temptation for her. All her hesitation at this moment stemmed from a feeling of insecurity...

"How can I trust you?"

Zhu Qing still hadn't clicked on the red envelope and suddenly asked.

"Trust what?" Chi Yue countered.

"One hundred thousand." Zhu Qing's voice wavered.

Being able to pay a deposit of 5,000 didn't mean one was really willing to spend one hundred thousand for a night with her.

She was very cautious and careful.

But Chi Yue seemed not to care at all. "One hundred thousand, what's that to me? As long as you're worth the price and show 'big brother' a good time, there'll be plenty of opportunities for you to make money later. Heh, is it me you don't trust, or the money?"

"...I, it's not that I don't trust you, I'm just scared."

"Scared of what? You pick the place. Choose somewhere you're familiar with."

"..."

For a long time, Zhu Qing was silent.

Chi Yue grew impatient. "Girl, my patience has limits. Give me an answer. If you don't agree, I'll find someone else, so don't waste my time... I'm not short of money, and of course, I won't be short of women either."

"Okay... I agree."

Beep!

The red envelope was claimed.

Chi Yue's last sentence alleviated Zhu Qing's concerns and left her no time to hesitate.

After they agreed on a place, Chi Yue gave her a phone number she used for her online store and slowly went downstairs to the rendezvous.

...

The hotel was very close to the flight academy, probably just one or two kilometers away.

It was a place Zhu Qing was familiar with—well within her psychological safety zone.

It seemed she was an old hand.

Chi Yue wasn't in a hurry at all as she slowly rode her little electric scooter over, keeping in touch with Zhu Qing via text along the way. This woman who played a haughty character at school was quite bold on social media, able to talk about anything with familiar flirting skills that would have made Chi Yue fall for her... if she weren't a woman.

"Room 404!"

Zhu Qing had preemptively rented the room out of fear of being set up.

"Got it. What a nice room number."

Chi Yue smiled faintly, then took a detour before timing her arrival at the hotel.

She had delivered goods to this place and was quite familiar with it.

The small hotel had lax surveillance, no card swipes needed, elevators freely accessible without anyone paying attention.

There were many people who rented rooms by the hour in the vicinity of the school, and the hotel owners turned a blind eye.

Arriving at room 404, Chi Yue texted Zhu Qing, "My dear, open the door~"

Attached with the message was a photo of a bouquet of roses...

"Bought these on the way, open the door and see if you like them."

With the "trust" of 5,000 yuan and a bunch of dewy roses, Chi Yue's "rich and handsome" persona had firmly captured Zhu Qing's heart. Her defenses crumbled, and after sending a "bashful" emoji, she quickly appeared at the door.

"Hello—"

The door opened, revealing Zhu Qing's radiant smile through the scent of shower gel.

A towel was wrapped around her chest, barely covering the essential parts of her body, her hair disheveled and damp—it was clearly a visual feast prepared specifically for "hooking up" tonight...

With a half smile, Chi Yue said, "Hello!"

In a second, Zhu Qing's face turned rigid.

"It's you—"

Realizing she'd been tricked, Zhu Qing's first reaction was to try to shut the door.

But how could Chi Yue allow her to get her wish?

With a push, Chi Yue flung the door wide open and sauntered in, casually starting to record Zhu Qing with her phone. "Looking very sexy today, my beautiful lady!"

"Chi Yue, what are you doing? Don't film! Stop filming..." Zhu Qing struggled to cover her face, her body trembling, her usually icy voice cracking with fear and helplessness, "Ah! Don't film! What on earth do you want? Ah!"

"What do you think?" Chi Yue watched her calmly, "Strip, keep stripping. One hundred thousand, my word is bond."

"...I don't know what you're talking about." Zhu Qing reached for her clothes, only to be kicked away by Chi Yue.

"What's the rush? I haven't had my fill yet."

Zhu Qing, nervous, clutched her towel closely to herself. Her heart pounded as she feigned ignorance. "Chi Yue, haven't you hurt me enough? Now you burst into my room to film me? Chi Yue, have you no shame?"

"Quick response! The thief shouting 'stop the thief.'"

Chi Yue's smiling eyes stayed fixed on Zhu Qing. Suddenly, she put away her phone, reached out abruptly, and yanked the towel away from Zhu Qing.

"What's there to cover? Haven't I seen every part of your body?"

"Ah!" Zhu Qing screamed.

Dodging and trying to escape, she stumbled back to the side of a cabinet.

The towel was easily torn away by Chi Yue.

Chi Yue continued filming, her tone even, "No beauty filters, no lens, no lighting... your skin isn't as good as it looks in the videos."

"..."

Zhu Qing crouched on the floor, shivering.

Chi Yue looked her up and down, slowly approaching for a close-up shot, "Your breasts seem a bit off too, they're fake, aren't they?"

Zhu Qing let out a loud scream, curling up tightly, "Chi Yue, what the hell do you want?"

"You've annoyed me," Chi Yue said, lips curled into a smirk, "The insults I've received, I'll pay you back double."

"I don't know what you're talking about... Your issues have nothing to do with me, it wasn't me who caused your troubles..."

"Zhu Qing, playing dumb in front of me never ends well." Chi Yue continued filming lazily, "How did this fire reach me? You think you could run off scot-free? Next time you try to frame me, remember to clean up your act a bit better. Hmm?"