The Bitter Flesh Stratagem

Su Yurou's expression stiffened under Wang Qiu's gaze. Then she immediately put on a pitiful look and asked in a coquettish voice, "Boss, are you suspecting me?"

"Only the three of you knew I was going to the club that night. Whoever arranged for people to avoid the cameras and lie in wait beforehand had to be someone who knew I would be going there," Wang Qiu said coldly.

"Boss, it definitely wasn't me. I'll arrange for someone to investigate those two right away."

"No, what's the point of investigating? It'd be a miracle if anything could be found. Since they dared to arrange it, they definitely made sure it couldn't be traced. Find out when those two are going to the club and give them a taste of their own medicine."

"Don't worry, Boss. I know what to do."

"As for you..."

"Boss, it really wasn't me! I've always been utterly loyal to you!" Su Yurou hurriedly defended herself.

"I don't care whether it was you or not. As long as you're under suspicion, I can't let you off. But for the sake of how long you've been with me—"

Smack! Before Wang Qiu could finish, Su Yurou viciously slapped herself across the face.

Smack! Another crisp slap rang out.

A handprint appeared on each side of Su Yurou's face.

"Boss, is this enough?"

Wang Qiu smiled at that. "It's enough. Leave those two to you."

"Don't worry, Boss. I guarantee it'll be flawless." With that, Su Yurou left the hospital room.

After leaving the hospital, Su Yurou sat in her car and touched her burning cheeks. Then she took out her phone and dialed a number. "Everything is proceeding according to our plan."

"Are you okay?" The person on the other end was also a woman.

"I'm fine. Wang Qiu still trusts me quite a bit. I slapped myself twice and put on a little self-inflicted act, so he let me go. I also recorded my conversation with Wang Qiu just now."

"Mm, you've worked hard, Yurou. I really don't know how to thank you."

"Save your thanks until I get what you want." Su Yurou hung up after saying that.

Back to Guo Yuan's side, he did not go downstairs for the next two days. There was nowhere safer than home.

Meanwhile, Lin Yumo, who lived across from him, had been agonizing over how to repay Guo Yuan for saving her life.

And perhaps because of the suspension bridge effect, Lin Yumo kept involuntarily recalling the scene of Guo Yuan saving her that night.

There were actually two reasons Lin Yumo kept thinking about Guo Yuan. First, it really was the suspension bridge effect. Second, Guo Yuan was quite handsome.

A hero saving a beauty was an old cliché, but why did some girls never forget their saviors after being rescued, while others showed no reaction at all?

To put it bluntly, it depended on the savior's own qualities—especially his looks.

The same applied when pursuing girls. Guys often used little tricks, and those tricks were usually the same tired old routines.

Girls were not stupid. They could see through those tricks at a glance.

But high-level hunters often appeared in the guise of prey. When a handsome guy pursued a girl using some cliché trick, he was really telling her, "I want to pursue you."

And if the girl also had a good impression of the handsome guy, she would subconsciously pretend to fall for the trick, play along with him, and make him think his little routine had worked.

In a wuxia novel, this would mean there were two possible endings when a great hero saved a beauty.

One was that she offered herself to him in marriage. The other was that she promised to repay him as an ox or horse in her next life.

A handsome hero with good qualifications could earn the first outcome. For one with poor qualifications and an ugly face, the result was naturally becoming an ox or horse in the next life.

So, Lin Yumo kept thinking about Guo Yuan because of the suspension bridge effect plus the fact that Guo Yuan was fairly handsome.

It happened to be the weekend, so Lin Yumo did not go to work. She gathered her courage, knocked on the door across the hall, and decided to invite Guo Yuan out for a meal.

A wealthy woman knocked on your door. Your heroic rescue last time left a deep impression on her. Longcheng Biology currently had a market value of 4.6 billion, and Lin Yumo owned 27.2% of its shares. If she took a liking to you, you would never have to struggle again.

After hearing the narration, Guo Yuan did the math in his head. 27.2% of 4.6 billion—that was 1.25 billion.

Guo Yuan sucked in a sharp breath.

But he quickly calmed down. So what if she was a wealthy woman? Was he the kind of man who lived off a woman? A real man should stand tall beneath the heavens!

Click. "Miss Lin, is something the matter?" Guo Yuan, who had deliberately changed into a different outfit as quickly as possible, opened the door with a smile.

Lin Yumo had clearly dressed up carefully today as well.

She wore a pair of high heels, making her look at least 1.7 meters tall. Her already tall and slender figure was wrapped in a short black dress. The dress hugged her body tightly, perfectly displaying Lin Yumo's exquisite curves.

Her figure was curvy in all the right places, with a slim waist that could be grasped in one hand. Her two straight, long legs were wrapped in black stockings, and her delicate features were alluring yet generous. A natural mature older woman aura washed over him.

"Guo Yuan, thank you for saving me last time. Are you free? How about we go have a meal together? That way, I can properly express my gratitude." Lin Yumo, brimming with the air of a mature older woman, asked openly.

Guo Yuan had studied in Japan, after all, and had seen countless videos. He had enough self-control not to be won over by an outfit like this.

Seeing Guo Yuan's clear eyes, Lin Yumo could not help the slight upward curve of her lips.

A moment later, the two of them headed out together.

Let me tell everyone something interesting. I wrote it directly into the story during the free period.

Didn't it snow here a few days ago? Most of the snow had melted by today, but there was still snow on some of the smaller paths. The melted snow had frozen into ice again, so it was pretty hard to walk on.

I liked taking shortcuts when leaving my residential complex, so I always passed through an alley. Last night, when I was heading home, I heard people arguing as soon as I turned the corner. I hadn't wanted to watch the drama, but I couldn't get through, so I had no choice but to stand there. Then I heard what had happened.

A woman was walking in front, with a man behind her. She was eating an orange as she walked, and it seemed that an orange peel slipped from her hand. The man stepped on it and slipped.

Just as he was about to fall, the man panicked and grabbed forward, yanking down the woman's pants.

Women these days all wear leggings underneath, so you know what happened.

The two immediately started fighting. At first, the man was embarrassed and didn't fight back. But the woman pressed her advantage, constantly hitting and cursing at him. The man got angry too and fought back.

Then the man cracked the woman's head open.

The two kept arguing. I heard they'd already been arguing for over an hour.

I waited for more than ten minutes and they were still arguing. The way ahead was completely blocked, so I had no choice but to take a detour. Later, I heard that the police came and took them both away. It seemed they were both detained.

To sum it up, this story teaches us not to eat while walking.