After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

"Get out of the way!" Song Jin didn't give him a friendly look either, and didn't bother to pay any attention to him. She didn't stop walking at all and took half a step forward, exuding an imposing aura.

Chen Zhihong seemed to have been drinking, as he reeked of alcohol. His eyes were narrowed, exuding a blatant lewdness that made him appear vulgar.

"Miss Song, are you in a bad mood? Why don't you come to my place for a while? I'm a few years older than you, so I can give you some advice from someone who's been through it all..."

"Get out! Can't you understand human language?" Song Jin's anger was clearly written on her face, and her disgust was blatantly displayed between her eyebrows and eyes.

Hearing this, Chen Zhihong became furious and lost patience with her. He reached out and grabbed Song Jinye's arm, pulling her towards his door.

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Do you really think you're some pure and innocent goddess? It's your good fortune that I'm interested in you, so don't push your luck." His face was taut with anger as he spoke harshly in a rough voice.

Song Jin's eyes sharpened, and she grabbed his outstretched wrist, twisting it forcefully outward. Chen Zhihong groaned in pain, his body instinctively leaning forward. She took the opportunity to kick him hard in the knee, causing Chen Zhihong to lose his balance and stumble a few steps before falling to his knees.

The real pain made Chen Zhihong break out in a cold sweat, but he didn't think that Song Jinye, a seemingly weak and boneless girl, could pose any threat. He thought it was just his carelessness.

"You bitch!" After getting up, he aggressively approached her again. Perhaps feeling that his shirt was restricting his actions, he simply unbuttoned it, revealing his overweight figure.

Song Jin narrowed her eyes in despair; her eyes were no longer clear.

"What's wrong with keeping me company? Aren't you a prostitute? Your house, your car, you got them all by your skills in bed. Why don't you name your price, how much for a night? It's not like I can't afford it."

After spouting a string of nonsense, Chen Zhihong felt invincible and, with boundless lust, decided to pinch Song Jinye's waist.

Song Jin had reached her limit and could no longer tolerate it.

She threw down her bag and untied the scarf around her neck.

Before Chen Zhihong could react, Song Jin had already tied his hands behind his back.

Then she pulled him into the elevator.

"What are you going to do? Where are you taking me?" Only then did Chen Zhihong belatedly realize that he was afraid.

This was completely different from what he had expected. He didn't understand Song Jinye at all, and he had no idea what crazy things she would do.

He struggled desperately, and with each struggle he was kicked in the leg.

After enduring a minute of brutal kicking, Chen Zhihong's legs were sore, aching, and weak. He finally slumped down in the elevator and was forcefully dragged downstairs by Song Jin.

"Where do you think I'll take you?" Song Jin stared at the numbers flashing on the elevator screen, her tone as cold as ice.

She paused, then slowly and deliberately uttered each word, "I bet you've preyed on quite a few young girls before, haven't you? All because of that thing between your legs. Don't worry, I won't hit you hard. You'll be able to behave yourself from now on."

The cold glint in her eyes was sinister and piercing, and her voice was light and airy, sending chills down one's spine.

"What...what do you mean?"

Song Jin slowly closed his fingers, his knuckles cracking. "Then you won't have to struggle, and you'll suffer less."

Chen Zhihong felt she was crazy, and the more he listened, the more terrified he became. "You...you're not serious, are you? I...I was just joking with you, Miss Song...I won't do it again. Heroine Song, please...please let me go."

Song Jin suddenly burst into laughter, a particularly eerie laugh. "I originally wanted to be a good person, but it was you, it was you who forced me to!"

Her smile lingered on her lips when, just then, the elevator arrived on the first floor, the doors opened, and the night gradually enveloped her, making her stunningly beautiful face appear even more sinister and eerie.

Chen Zhihong's overweight body trembled violently, and he desperately shrank back, lingering in the elevator, afraid to come out. He instinctively shrank back, his scalp tingling and his heart pounding with fear.

Song Jin glanced down at the man sprawled on the ground, a faint, sinister smile spreading across her face. Though her lips were slightly upturned, there was no warmth in them. Her voice was low and slow, as if drifting from the cool night, "Weren't you trying to touch me just now? Why are you such a coward now?"

Chen Zhihong shook his head more vigorously than a rattle drum, "I won't dare again, I really won't dare again..."

Song Jin grabbed the silk scarf from his hand and dragged him outside. Chen Zhihong was terrified. Only when they were outside and he saw people did he remember to call for help, "Help! Someone's trying to kill me..."

Actually, it was already late at night in the neighborhood, but Chen Zhihong managed to attract a group of people with his pig-like screams.

Some of the elderly people were probably woken up by him in their sleep and came in their pajamas.

"What... what's going on?"

"Oh my, why isn't this person wearing any clothes?"

"Why is he tied up so late at night? Is he a thief?"

Upon seeing the person, Chen Zhihong was less frightened and quickly poured out his grievances, "I'm not a thief, I... I also live in this neighborhood. She... she's a madwoman, she abused me, and even tried to... um, please call the police..."

He sat on the ground, his legs trembling with pain. "Grandpas and grandmas, look what she did to me!"

Seeing his disheveled state, the elderly people couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him and began to criticize Song Jinye.

"It's definitely wrong to hit people randomly, and it's not appropriate for a young girl to be so violent."

"Yes, young girls these days are really lawless. What's the use of being pretty and well-dressed if they have no morals..."

"Let him go!" An elderly woman stepped forward and untied the silk scarf binding Chen Zhihong's hands.

Now free, Chen Zhihong's face flushed crimson, his small eyes glaring fiercely at Song Jinye. "I'm going to the hospital for a medical examination. You have to pay my medical bills and compensation for emotional distress!"

Song Jin never expected that he would dare to speak so arrogantly.

The police arrived quickly. Chen Zhihong cried as if he had seen a relative, "Police officers, she hit me! My whole body aches. You must get justice for me."

"Good job! That girl did a great job! I would have hired someone to beat you up if she hadn't hit you. You old pervert, you've harassed me in the elevator several times, making me sick and unable to sleep for several nights. Officers, please arrest him and investigate how many girls he has harmed and how many female employees he has sexually harassed at work."

From the crowd, a girl stood up and spoke indignantly.

The old woman who had just helped him out of the predicament realized she'd been tricked by this despicable man when she heard the details. She smacked him on the head in disgust, yelling, "You beast, you've done something terrible!"