Chapter 84: Is There Anyone Who Thinks They Have Too Much Money?

"One."
When the Tiger Mask counted to one, Qiao Wan'er buried her head in her chest, not daring to look up even once.
The four men, seeing she didn’t answer, grew all the more excited.
The deafening music blared again, drowning out their wicked laughter.
Immediately after, Qiao Wan'er felt her clothes being violently torn apart, cold hands roaming brazenly over her body.
The sensation was so revolting that she couldn’t help it—she threw up.
Her vomit splattered onto the Leopard Mask.
Furious, Leopard Mask slapped her hard across the face. As he got up to clean himself off, he viciously kicked her in the lower abdomen.
The pain only made her nausea worse, and without warning, she vomited again, this time in the direction of Lion Mask.
Lion Mask, anticipating her, quickly dodged to the side and barely avoided being soiled.
The sour, fetid smell spread quickly in the enclosed space, robbing the four of their patience and interest.
"Disgusting bitch, you’re not even as good as a dog. Do we really have to go through with this?" Lion Mask pinched his nose behind the mask, clearly unable to continue. Irritated, he cursed, "If any of you want her, go ahead. I’m out, and I don’t even want the money."
At those words, a flicker of hope kindled in Qiao Wan'er’s chest.
The remaining three men cast her a look of contempt and left one after another.
Qiao Wan'er stared at the only one left—the Tiger Mask—and pleaded cautiously, "I’m not joking. I really can pay you ten times your fee if you let me go. I’ll transfer it right now. I give you my word!"

The Tiger Mask stared at Qiao Wan'er for quite a while, then, instead of recoiling, he leaned in close. As she trembled in terror, he pressed his lips to hers.
Qiao Wan’er was so stunned she froze, unable to believe that the Tiger Mask was unmoved by her revulsion and outright sealed her lips with his.
She gagged—
And gagged again—
In the end, she couldn’t hold it back and vomited once more, this time bringing up nothing but bitter bile.
The acrid taste seemed to dispel some of the drugs in her system, and her paralyzing weakness eased a little.
"I have no need for money. What I want is your body and your heart."
"Do you even know what you’re saying?" Qiao Wan’er looked at the Tiger Mask before her, torn between tears and laughter.
Was there really someone in this world who thought they had too much money?
"I never joke," the man replied.
He untied the bonds at her wrists and ankles. When she struggled, he swept her into his arms, carrying her to the innermost room.
There, he threw her into the bathroom and washed her clean.

Qiao Wan’er, clad only in her underclothes, watched in terror as the masked man advanced on her. She shouted, "What do you want from me?"
She knew the Tiger Mask was a man because he had taken off his black robe, revealing a T-shirt, tight jeans, and all the unmistakable signs.
The man in the Tiger Mask grabbed her wrist, ignoring her struggles and curses, and with considerable strength, bound her to a wooden stake. He pressed his hungry lips to hers.
"No! Let me go! Please—don’t!"
Qiao Wan’er was in utter despair.
How had it come to this?
She and Ye Hua, along with Yang Lan, had carefully plotted to set Lu Yao up, arranging for her to be ravished by a string of men.
How had she ended up in this hellhole, cut off from the world?
It had to be Lu Yao. She must have seen through their plan and set a trap in return.
It must be that wretched Lu Yao!
Even if she died, even as a ghost, she would never forgive Lu Yao!

(End of chapter)