I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The master bedroom is even more luxurious than the guest room next door.

The space is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

The walk-in closet is entirely gilded, with glass display cases showcasing luxury goods and jewelry. A central dressing island features a century-old antique dressing mirror. The bathroom's natural marble bathtub is larger than a normal bed, equipped with steam and massage functions. The walls are inlaid with colored glass and gilded mosaics, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlook a private garden, allowing guests to enjoy the night view and starry sky while taking a bath.

At this moment, Miss He was standing in the private garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of beautiful red wine in her hand.

However, she wasn't looking up at the stars, nor was she drinking a sleeping pill.

She did it to observe.

That's right.

observe.

From this vantage point, one can take in the entire manor. Logically speaking, at this time, the person next door should have already recovered, dressed, put on shoes and socks, and walked out from the main entrance below, looking ashen-faced.

but.

After waiting for so long, no one entered or left through the main gate; it was as quiet as the night.

what's the situation?
Unaware of this, He Yihui silently took a sip of her wine, preparing to observe for a few more minutes—

"Waaah..."

suddenly.

An An Lushan-like claw reached out from behind and gripped her waist. Just as she instinctively cried out in alarm, it was finally silenced.

That's incredibly skilled.

With her upper and lower body restrained, Miss He was immediately unable to move, only able to feel the warmth of the body pressed against her back and the heat hitting her neck.

"Shhh...quiet."

The thug warned softly, the sound waves brushing against my ear, the itch reaching straight to my heart.

Her trembling pupils quickly regained their composure. In fact, she wasn't really panicked. You could tell from the glass of red wine she was still holding that there were ripples, though not none.

"Waaah—"

She responded.

Seemingly understanding, the audacious thug slowly loosened his grip, but only the hand covering his mouth.

The devil's claws, which were gripping his waist, did not budge.

The camera zooms out.

Under the moonlight, in a secluded garden, two figures were pressed tightly together, perfectly aligned even through their pajamas.

"How did you get in?"

He Yihui did not turn around because she was under someone else's control and could only ask questions with her back to them.

"you guess."

Don't blame them for being too inattentive. A bedroom that's several hundred square meters is big enough to ride a bicycle in; how could they possibly hear someone opening the door, especially with a carpet that's extremely quiet...

Forget it.

There's no point in saying any of this.

The manor is under constant surveillance, with no blind spots, and a 24-hour security team ensures that not even a fly could get in without a report, let alone a person.

But if you enter the manor...

That's another story.

Therefore, this is a classic case of letting a wolf into the house.

"What do you want to do?"

Miss He was no ordinary woman; she remained calm and composed in the face of danger. Knowing that she was no match for the male thugs behind her in terms of brute force, she did not foolishly resist or struggle.

"you guess."

It's a language repeater.

“If I just throw the glass down, someone will rush up.”

Yes.

Although it's quite an achievement to sneak in unnoticed, it certainly doesn't have three heads and six arms.

Cover her mouth, hold her waist, and you'll never be able to control her hands again.

"You can give it a try."

Throwing objects from high-rise buildings will definitely be investigated, but strangely, the perpetrators seem fearless and unafraid.

Okay.

Let's give it a try.

Miss He once again displayed her unique charm. Upon hearing this, she decisively raised her hand and actually threw the wine glass out, which drew an arc in the garden before landing freely.

"boom!"

Even upstairs, you can hear the sound of glass shattering.

The signal was to throw a cup. Soon, fierce bodyguards would rush forward, perhaps armed.

However, the facts once again deviated from logic.

After the hostage threw the cup, the perpetrator did not take any punitive action. Instead, he silently waited, seemingly intent on destroying the hostage's spirit, for two or three minutes without hearing any further movement.

That wine glass was like a pebble thrown into the ocean; it made a sound, but then there were no more ripples.

"It's getting late. If you don't rest, others need to rest too."

The thug whispered in his ear, a smug smile playing on his lips.

At this moment, He Yihui seemed to realize her predicament and that something was terribly wrong. "What's going on?"

She finally moved her body, not in resistance, but as if to reward the thug.

There's a saying in inland China: "The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall." Don't you know that opening champagne at the halfway point rarely ends well?

“That’s red wine.”

Ok.

She really has a strong heart.

Even at this moment, he was still in the mood to joke.

Boss Jiang was momentarily speechless, choked for a moment, and then pressed his hand on the other person's lower abdomen even harder, making it even closer to himself.

The most exquisite fragrance and warmth can be found here.

If Miss He Si were to open her arms at this moment, it would perfectly recreate the classic scene from Titanic.

But they were in a relationship, while she was being held hostage. How could she possibly pay tribute to them? Their mindsets are worlds apart.

"I'm giving you a chance to apologize to me."

Almost leaning against the other person's chest, He Yihui endured the tingling and itching sensation on the back of her neck, "Why should I apologize to you?"

"Because you don't understand the art of hospitality at all."

He Yihui was about to speak when she suddenly felt something and reached behind her to touch it.

"What is so hard?"

"Don't move."

Boss Jiang warned her, then simply grabbed both of her hands with his free left hand, while simultaneously satisfying her curiosity with the "master key."

A universal key?

He Yihui suddenly realized the truth.

A strong fortress is often breached from within.

No matter how powerful an enemy is, they are not as dangerous as a traitor within your own home.

All I can say is that Fourth Wife's blow was extremely fatal.

"nonsense."

He Yihui was indeed unable to accept the fact that she had been betrayed by her closest relatives, and said to herself as if hypnotizing herself, "Mommy would never do such a thing."

To prove it, and also to make the other party give up, Jiang Chen freed one hand, took out the very hard thing from his bathrobe pocket, and held it out in front of the other party.

"Fourth Aunt is more worldly-wise than you."

Ok.

It is indeed a hard and very long master key.

With the evidence irrefutable, there was no way to deceive ourselves any longer. The cup was thrown down without causing a ripple. The master key that Mommy kept was in the hands of the thief. It couldn't have been him who broke into Mommy's room and pried open the safe to steal it, could it?

What do you want?

same question.

However, their state of mind is worlds apart.

Miss He was probably feeling utterly hopeless at this moment.

Needless to say.

She's now afraid that even if she screams herself hoarse, nine times out of ten no one will pay attention.

The person who broke down the other's psychological defenses put down the hard, long master key, brought it close to the other's earlobe, and spoke in a low, deep, and dangerous tone:
"I think."

"Take off your underwear."

"Then take the rubber band out of your underwear."

"Make it into a slingshot and shoot your windows."

"..."

He Yihui's breathing suddenly became short and rapid, and then her expression disappeared.

"My underwear doesn't have rubber bands." (End of Chapter)