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Chapter 704 Dancing is allowed, but clothes must be worn.
The hem of the shirt barely covered the key parts, and two long legs wrapped in black stockings stood straight, glistening alluringly in the dim light.

A knowing glint and amusement flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He didn't say anything, but leisurely took another sip of wine.

Chen Jinhua felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and her cheeks burned.

She suppressed her shame and tried to make her voice sound less trembling, carrying a hint of pleading that she herself was unaware of.

"Chairman Qin, dancing is fine. But... if you don't let me wear any clothes, I'd rather die than dance."

She slightly raised her chin, trying to seize this tiny bit of initiative.

Qin Luo's gaze lingered on her white shirt for two seconds, as if he were assessing it.

He then nodded slightly, speaking casually as if he were discussing the weather.

"Okay. Let's leave it at that."

His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he had only agreed to a trivial request.

Chen Jinhua felt a sudden sense of relief, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

He agreed! Although dancing ballet in a shirt is just as strange and awkward, it's much better than just wearing stockings!
She thought she had finally gained a little space, a sliver of dignity.

Her tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she even subconsciously adjusted her posture, turning her toes slightly outward, a ready stance ingrained in the bones of a ballet dancer.

She took a deep breath, preparing to begin this humiliating performance.

However, just as she lowered her breath and prepared to raise her arm to make the first movement...
"and many more."

Qin Luo's deep voice rang out again, like a bucket of ice water poured over Chen Jinhua's head, instantly freezing the last glimmer of hope that had just ignited within him.

Qin Luo put down his wine glass and picked up his phone from the armrest of the sofa.

His long, slender fingers slid across the screen casually, as if searching for something.

The only sounds in the living room were the faint rustling of his fingertips across the screen and Chen Jinhua's suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

A few seconds later, Qin Luo's finger stopped.

He seemed to have found his target, tapped lightly with his fingertip, then flipped the phone screen over and held it straight in front of Chen Jinhua.

"Dance this."

His voice was calm and even, yet it carried an unquestionable command.

Chen Jinhua's gaze unconsciously focused on the phone screen.

The next second, her pupils suddenly contracted! It was as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head, only to drain away completely in an instant, leaving only a cold, pale white!
The screen was playing a video of a dimly lit, deafeningly loud venue! A woman with a voluptuous figure, dressed in extremely revealing, tight-fitting clothing, was making provocative and suggestive movements around a gleaming steel pole! Twisting her waist, tossing her hair, wrapping her body around the pole, making exaggerated and sexy poses... every movement was filled with naked desire and temptation!

Pole dancing!
Qin Luo leaned against the door frame, the cigarette between his fingers flickering. Amidst the swirling smoke, his deep eyes held an undisguised playfulness, as if he were admiring an exquisite gift about to be unwrapped.

He looked at Chen Jinhua, who was wrapped in a blanket on the bed, filled with shame and indignation, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"Congratulations, you got it right. You can begin your performance now."

"Performance?!"

Chen Jinhua's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief, panic, and humiliation.

"Dancing...dancing like that?! Qin Luo, you...you've gone too far!"

Her vision blurred. That kind of dance? Wearing almost no clothes, writhing in front of him? It was more like a form of mental torture and utter humiliation than simply taking her.
She would rather choose the latter!
"I...I don't have a steel pipe!"

She grasped at this last straw, her voice tinged with a desperate attempt to use this practical issue to deflect the unbearable demand.

"Steel pipe?"

Qin Luo scoffed, as if he had heard some childish excuse.

He casually pointed to the high-end armchair with simple lines and a straight back in the corner of the bedroom.

"That will do. Mr. Chen is so smart, he should know how to take advantage of this, right?"

His tone was relaxed, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Or would you like to try something different? I'm not really picky, but my patience... is limited."

Chen Jinhua's heart sank suddenly, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She realized that all her struggles were in vain.

From the moment she stepped through that door, her bottom line was lowered again and again by Qin Luo's endless tricks, until it was reduced to nothing.

From being forced to wear this shameful outfit, to wearing only stockings, to agreeing to dance ballet, she has done far too many things that she would never normally do or even dare to imagine.

This seemingly young and handsome man was as cunning as an abyss; it was impossible to guess what even more heinous tricks he would pull next! Rather than being led by the nose by him, step by step crossing increasingly shameful lines, it was better to... better to take the initiative and pull things back onto the track she had initially envisioned—a track that, while humiliating, was at least direct!
A surge of desperate courage, mixed with immense shame and indignation, rushed into Chen Jinhua's mind!
She stared intently at Qin Luo's mocking face, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes!

"Qin Luo!"

She gave a low shout and abruptly threw off the blanket!
In an instant, under the dim and ambiguous light, a perfect body, mature to the extreme and seductive to the extreme, wrapped only in black stockings with mysterious letters, was displayed before Qin Luo without reservation, like the finest white jade.

The deep V-neckline, the taut waist, the round and perky buttocks, and the long and straight legs that looked even more beautiful under the black stockings... all the curves were breathtaking and exuded a fatal attraction.

Chen Jinhua didn't give Qin Luo any time to react, nor did she care how embarrassing her current posture was.

Like a mother leopard driven to the brink of despair, baring her claws, she stepped barefoot onto the cold floor, her resolute aura carrying her as she charged towards Qin Luo in just a few steps!
Qin Luo seemed surprised by her actions, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper sense of amusement and understanding.

"you!"

Time passes silently.

As the city lights outside the window gradually illuminated the sky, casting a hazy purplish-red hue, Qin Luo's phone screen lit up, displaying the time.

At 7 o'clock in the evening.

Qin Luo stopped moving.

He glanced at the time, raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly still wanting more, but still decisively withdrew.

He nimbly rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, his voice regaining its usual coolness, carrying an air of unquestionable authority.

"The second session of the Douyin annual meeting is about to start, I'll go first."

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Chen Jinhua collapsed onto the messy, dark gray bed, like a pool of spring water that had completely melted.

Every bone in my body felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled, leaving me so weak and powerless.

Especially in certain overused areas, a burning, stinging sensation was felt.

She stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling that emitted a soft glow, feeling that even moving a finger was a huge burden.

Qin Luo showered quickly, and when he came out wrapped in a bathrobe, his body was still damp.

Without even glancing at Chen Jinhua, who lay on the bed like a broken doll, he went straight to the dressing room and quickly changed into a perfectly tailored black haute couture suit.

In the mirror, he instantly reverted to his aloof, dignified, and all-powerful business tycoon persona, a stark contrast to the domineering man who had just been on the bed.

"Rest well here. Stay with me for three days, and after that, you can go wherever you want."

Qin Luo straightened his cuffs in front of the mirror, his tone as calm as if he were giving an insignificant instruction.

After saying that, he picked up the car keys on the table, strode out of the bedroom without looking back, and then the villa door closed softly.

In an instant, the vast space was left with only Chen Jinhua.

"Three...three days?"

Chen Jinhua struggled to turn her eyes, staring at the empty doorway, a tremendous sense of fear gripping her! Half a day had almost killed her, three days? She felt she would definitely be tormented to death on this bed by that tireless, cunning man!

No! I have to go home! I need to get at least some clean clothes!
She struggled, using all her strength to barely sit up.

The thin blanket slipped off, revealing skin covered with ambiguous red marks.

She looked down at the black, tight-fitting dress she was wearing, which was wrinkled beyond recognition and even torn in some places, and a wave of shame and indignation washed over her.

Despite her physical discomfort, she struggled to get out of bed.

The moment my feet touched the ground, my legs went weak and I almost collapsed to my knees.

She steadied herself by holding onto the edge of the bed, her gaze falling on a pair of black stockings lying carelessly on the carpet beside the bed, already tattered and with tears in them bearing letters.

The glaring damage silently testifies to the fierce battle that had just taken place.

She gritted her teeth, bent down to pick up the tattered black stockings, and haphazardly stuffed them into the small crocodile-skin handbag she had brought, intending to find a trash can to throw them away as soon as she got out. This evidence of humiliation could not be kept!

However, the moment she unzipped the handbag, her gaze froze.

Inside the bag, in a quiet corner, lay a small, pink box of condoms printed with the logo of a well-known brand!
Chen Jinhua was struck dumb! Her mind went completely blank!
She suddenly remembered that in the chaos before that desperate sacrifice, she had completely forgotten the most important thing!
She was only concerned with how to abandon her dignity, how to please him, and how to get him to accept her team, but completely forgot about the most basic protective measures!
"It's over!"

A wave of overwhelming panic washed over her instantly!
Ignoring her aches and pains, she grabbed the small box and looked at the few intact packages inside. Her heart sank to the bottom.

Those two times just now...it didn't work! With Qin Luo's terrifying "fighting power" and the number of times she's used it...could she...could she get pregnant?!

This thought terrified her!
(End of this chapter)