Zhao Qiansheng opened the door, expecting her to be dressed prettily to see him. To his surprise, she was dressed so casually.
It was different from how she looked when he last saw her at the bar, which displeased him.
"Miss Wei, aren't you taking our first meeting too lightly? You should at least wear a pretty dress. Or is it that I, Zhao Qiansheng, am not worthy of you dressing up for me?"
Wei Yumeng detested his arrogance. If it weren't for the evidence, she would have slapped him the moment Zhao Qiansheng gave her the room card.
Seeing his face now and hearing his words made her feel sick, and she couldn't help but frown.
"We've only met twice in total, we're not that familiar, let alone me dressing up for you."
Zhao Qiansheng lightly brushed his finger over his lips, his eyes filled with interest.
"The more you're like this, the more I like you."
"You're crazy!" Wei Yumeng glared at Zhao Qiansheng impatiently. She had truly never met a man with such thick skin, despite having a handsome face.
Zhao Qiansheng didn't bother arguing with her. She would have a more interesting time later. He shifted his body sideways.
"Come in."
Although Wei Yumeng was very reluctant, she knew that if she didn't go in, she definitely wouldn't get the evidence. Zhao Qiansheng wasn't a fool, and he wouldn't so easily give her the evidence without tasting any sweetness.
She cautiously walked in, looking around the room to ensure there were no issues before finally feeling at ease.
A triumphant smile flashed in Zhao Qiansheng's eyes. He immediately closed the door, walked behind Wei Yumeng, and reached out to embrace her, but she sidestepped and dodged him.
"I've come as you said, where's the evidence?"
"Why the rush? My hard-earned evidence, are you going to take it back with just a few words?"
Zhao Qiansheng walked to the table, picked up the wine he had poured earlier, and walked over to Wei Yumeng, offering it to her.
"Here, have a couple of drinks with me first, and let's talk for a while."
Wei Yumeng looked at the wine glass but hesitated to take it.
"This wine, you poured it earlier?"
"Yes, this red wine, it's definitely better after it's been aerated."
"Then how do I know if you've drugged it?" Wei Yumeng was no stranger to dealing with scoundrels like Zhao Qiansheng, so she was naturally cautious.
Zhao Qiansheng sneered dismissively, "We're going to sleep together anyway, does it make a difference whether it's drugged or not?"
He was determined to have Wei Yumeng today, so drugging her was superfluous.
Wei Yumeng thought for a moment and then took the glass of wine and drank it.
Zhao Qiansheng's mood brightened considerably. "Good, you are indeed the woman I like, so straightforward."
Wei Yumeng put down the cup, not wanting to waste any more time with Zhao Qiansheng. If Zhan Mohan called later, she wouldn't know how to cover it up.
"I've drunk the wine now. Even if you don't give me all the evidence, you should at least let me know a little bit, to prove you actually have the evidence and aren't just bluffing me."
"No problem, but you have to let me kiss you first."
Zhao Qiansheng wasn't stupid, and he had long desired Wei Yumeng. Zhan Mohan had humiliated him last time, and today, he would make Zhan Mohan taste humiliation.
Let him know his wife slept with another man, and see how smug he would be in front of him afterward.
Wei Yumeng's patience was almost gone, and what made her even more agitated was that Zhao Qiansheng was haggling with her.
"Show it to me first, I'm already here, are you afraid I'll run away?"
Zhao Qiansheng chuckled coldly, "Of course I'm not afraid you'll run away, I'm afraid you won't have the strength to run away now."
Wei Yumeng frowned, and a bad premonition instantly struck her heart.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, aren't you feeling any effects in your body right now?"
As Zhao Qiansheng spoke, a sinister smile appeared in his eyes, sending a chill down Wei Yumeng's spine. She tried to walk towards the door but found her legs weak, unable to exert any force.
Her face turned pale, and she pointed at Zhao Qiansheng, "You... you drugged the wine?"
"You're mistaken, I didn't drug the wine, because I knew you might not drink it."
"Then you..."
"Didn't you smell a scent in this room when you came in?" Zhao Qiansheng tilted his head and took a deep breath.
Wei Yumeng then noticed a lit stick of sandalwood incense on the table next to the bed. The scent wasn't strong, and given that hotels often had air fresheners, she hadn't paid it any mind.
She suddenly regretted not listening to Zhan Mohan's advice, otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen into Zhao Qiansheng's trap.
Zhao Qiansheng stepped forward and reached out to touch her, but Wei Yumeng bit her tongue fiercely. Only the pain could keep her sober. She took out the small knife she had in her pocket and pointed it sharply at the approaching Zhao Qiansheng.
"Don't come any closer!"
Zhao Qiansheng instinctively retreated but was not intimidated by the knife in Cheng Ran's hand.
"Your consciousness will become more and more muddled, and you'll eventually lose all strength. And you still want to hold a knife."
With that, Zhao Qiansheng seized the opportunity while Wei Yumeng was swaying and her vision was blurry. He suddenly lunged forward, snatched the knife from her, threw it into the bathroom, and embraced her.
The unique scent of the woman and her soft body made Zhao Qiansheng unable to control his desire. He greedily sniffed the fragrance on Wei Yumeng's neck.
"You smell so good. It seems Zhan Mohan has quite the fortune."
"Get lost!" She tried to push him away. As long as she had a shred of rational thought left, she would never let Zhao Qiansheng succeed.
Zhao Qiansheng saw that Wei Yumeng's eyes were already becoming hazy and her body was reacting, yet she stubbornly refused to submit to him. Anger surged within him. He grabbed her wrist tightly and said through gritted teeth.
"You're like this already, why pretend to be virtuous? Isn't it the same who you sleep with? Isn't it good to change partners occasionally?"
Wei Yumeng glared fiercely at Zhao Qiansheng and spat in his face.
"Bah! Can you compare to Zhan Mohan? You're not even a tenth of him."
Ever since Zhao Qiansheng was beaten by Zhan Mohan at the bar that day, he hadn't been able to operate in that area. The hangers-on who used to follow him now whispered behind his back, saying unpleasant things.
This was all thanks to Zhan Mohan, and today, he would insult his wife.
Zhao Qiansheng's expression suddenly became somewhat ferocious. He gripped Wei Yumeng's chin tightly, brought his face close to hers, and said viciously.
"Alright, then I'll let you know today, whose skill is better, Zhan Mohan's or mine."
With that, Zhao Qiansheng bent down, picked up Wei Yumeng, threw her onto the bed, then pressed down, and began to tear at her clothes...