After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Wen Yin's smile froze for a moment, then she quickly adjusted her expression and smiled even more sweetly.

She raised her hand and hooked it around Huo Chi's neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her lips touching his Adam's apple, her voice soft, "Was I not serving you well enough? You saying that really hurts me."

She pulled Huo Chi's large hand to her chest and said, "Listen to my true feelings."

The man covered her delicate skin with his palm, moved his hand a few times, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, patted her lower back, and said, "Be good."

Wen Yin knew she couldn't refuse.

She stood up from Huo Chi's lap, straightened her skirt, and walked to the coffee table.

The shard that Gu Beiheng had left behind still sat on the coffee table, sharp and cold.

She bent down to pick up the shards, then turned and walked towards Lin Xiaokui and Su Nian.

Lin Xiaokui's eyes widened.

Su Nian shrank back, her shoulders held down by a servant, unable to move. Her eyes were filled with fear, her lips moving, "No, please, no..."

Wen Yin walked up to them and stopped.

She had a gentle and delicate appearance. At this moment, she looked down at Su Nian, tilted her head, and her expression carried a hint of curiosity, as well as a hint of condescending pity.

Then Wen Yin raised her hand, pressed the shard against Su Nian's forehead, and gently scratched it.

A thin trail of blood.

It's not deep, it won't leave a scar, but it hurts enough, and it's terrifying enough.

Su Nian screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Several B-grade boys clapped, someone whistled, and someone raised their glass to Huo Chi.

Wen Yin loosened her grip, and a bloodstained shard of porcelain fell onto the carpet.

She turned around, nestled sweetly into Huo Chi's arms, and buried her face in his shirt, "Young Master Huo, it's so scary. This is the first time I've ever hurt someone. My hands are still shaking."

Huo Chi hugged her, patted her back with his large hand, lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe, his voice full of tenderness, "Good job, baby. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

He cupped Wen Yin's face and kissed her passionately in front of everyone, a kiss brimming with possessiveness.

The boys around them were all laughing.

"Brother Chi is a good teacher; this girl is really obedient."

Huo Chi pulled away from Wen Yin's lips, licked his mouth, and wore an undisguised smug look on his face.

Wen Yin buried her face in his chest, too shy to look up.

Gu Beiheng leaned back on the sofa, watching this scene, a slight smile curving his lips.

He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, his gaze sweeping over all the girls present. "Here, you will go one by one."

"Whoever has the most original idea, we can grant them one request."

"Whether you want money, resources, or a new backer in Shenglan, it's all fine with me."

The girls exchanged glances and covered their mouths, giggling softly.

Then, one by one, they stood up from their respective men's arms.

The second person to walk over was Qiao Shuang.

She took an unopened bottle of soda water from the bar, unscrewed the cap, and walked over to Lin Xiao Kui.

The servant pressed down on Lin Xiaokui's head, forcing her to tilt her face up high.

Qiao Shuang aimed the bottle at her and slowly tilted it. Because her face was tilted back, the water flowed backward.

It gets into the eyes, nose, and mouth.

Lin Xiaokui coughed violently from the choking, but she gritted her teeth and did not beg for mercy.

Qiao Shuang placed the empty bottle on the coffee table, turned around, and sat down next to Gu Beiheng.

The man reached out and put his arm around her waist, then whispered something in her ear.

Qiao Shuang smiled and obediently rested her head on his shoulder.

The girls lined up and walked forward one by one.

Someone stuffed ice into their bodies.

Someone took a lighter from a servant and brought it close to the ends of Su Nian's loose hair. A flame suddenly appeared, and Su Nian screamed and shrank back.

The girl turned around and threw herself into her man's arms, whining that she was scared.

Someone poured the wine from the coffee table onto a handkerchief and covered Lin Xiao Kui's face, almost suffocating her.

Each one obediently returned to their seat, where their respective young masters embraced them and praised them: "So good."

They flirted in public and publicly displayed how intimate they were with their sugar daddies.

Showing them up, and these two who also came from special admissions programs, is definitely a different stance.

The lighting in the sofa area was extremely ambiguous.

The girls' snow-white shoulders, slender waists, and the men's large hands resting on them formed a decadent silhouette.

No one thought it was inappropriate, and no one thought it was cruel.

Because here, the pain of the inferiors is merely a pastime for the superiors to enjoy.

The girls chosen to carry out the punishment were simply proving their loyalty in a different way.

……

After a long while, the laughter in the banquet hall gradually subsided.

Gu Beiheng stood up, put his arm around Ye Mian's waist, and walked upstairs.

Ye Mian's legs went weak and she tripped, but he pulled her up with his arm.

The girl blushed and punched his chest, then the man picked her up.

Jiang Yubai also stood up, and Qiao Shuang took his arm, the two of them following behind.

The other young men, each with their chosen female companions for the night, mingled together and surged upstairs.

No one looked down at the two people on the ground.

Lin Xiaokui was lying on the carpet. Her coat had been torn off, her shirt ripped open, and her skirt had been pulled down and thrown aside.

Her bare shoulders, back, and thighs were covered in scars, and there were round burn marks from cigarette butts on her chest.

It was just pressed there by a noble young master.

Lin Xiaokui didn't even know the person's name; she only remembered the excruciating pain she felt at the time.

Su Nian huddled to the side, her school uniform skirt also pulled off, barely covering anything.

No one actually raped them.

After all, the two distraught, crying, and trembling resistance recruits were far inferior to the girl in their arms.

But stripping them naked and casting disdainful glances down their faces is just as maddening.

Lin Xiaokui pushed herself up from the ground, pulled her shirt tighter to cover her humiliated body.

She mentally reviewed everyone who had been there that night.

She remembered the faces of those men and the faces of those women.

But they aren't the ones I hate the most.

She hated Ruan Tang the most.

Nobles are inherently plunderers of this world, so her hatred is perfectly justified and openly expressed.

But Ruan Tang is different.

She was just like her, a specially admitted student who climbed out of the same quagmire.

Tonight, she clearly had the ability and could have helped, so why didn't she lend a hand?

She simply stood beside Si Lin, and was led away by the hand.

Therefore, she hated Ruan Tang the most, hated her for being so clean and tidy, hated that she was protected in Si Lin's arms, and hated that she didn't have to kneel or take off her clothes.

Su Nian also sat up and put her tattered clothes back on.

She sobbed softly; the places where those large hands had kneaded and played with felt like they had something dirty stuck to them that could never be washed off.

The servants began to clean up the mess.

The door was wide open, and the night wind blew in, biting their bare skin.

The two helped each other to their feet.

Lin Xiaokui's knees trembled, and Su Nian supported her arm. They walked barefoot on the messy carpet, limping towards the side door.

"She could have taken us with her," Lin Xiaokui said, her voice hoarse.

She didn't need to name names; Su Nian knew who she was talking about.

"Si Lin dotes on her so much, if she just said one more word, just one word, she could avoid all of this." Lin Xiao Kui's nails dug into her palms.

"But she didn't say anything, and she didn't look at us once from beginning to end."

Su Nian looked down at the dirty marks on her arm and remembered how Ruan Tang had helped her several times. Ruan Tang was quiet and beautiful, innocent and charming.

Finally, Ruan Tang had an "S" nameplate pinned on her by Si Lin, looking like the center of attention.

There were too many nobles, too far removed from her, and her hatred felt like hating the sky being too high and the earth too far away.

But Ruan Tang was within easy reach; she had once sat in the same classroom, eaten in the same cafeteria, and walked along the same sycamore-lined path as Ruan Tang.

Every bit of arrogance Ruan Tang displayed was a mockery of her.

The higher she stood, the more she wondered why she couldn't stand up there too.