Chapter 71: My Fool Will Find Me!

On the outskirts of Jiangcheng City, a long-abandoned warehouse stood quietly, its entrance crowded with six or seven men and women. Not far from them, a group of hired thugs lingered, waiting for orders.

“Brother Yu, you can leave this to me with confidence. Breaking in and taming a young girl is child’s play, especially these celebrities. They look pure as snow on the outside, but who knows how wanton they truly are beneath the surface,” said a voluptuous woman with heavy makeup, idly flicking an ivory feathered fan in her hand.

“That’s right, Brother Ziyu. We’re all professionals here. No matter how virtuous or proud, once they’re in our hands, it doesn’t take an hour before they’re begging in delight,” another chimed in, their laughter a chorus of shrill, mocking voices.

Standing before them, orchestrating it all, was Han Ziyu himself. Today he was wrapped tight in a black trench coat, sunglasses, scarf, and a mask, shrouding himself as if afraid to be recognized.

“I saw your efficiency on the dark web, Sister Tao—that’s why I hired your crew,” Han Ziyu said coldly. “Get this done, and in a few days, five million will be transferred to your account.”

With that, Han Ziyu turned and left in his car. Inside, he peeled off his sunglasses and mask, revealing a ferocious grin.

“Hmph, how dare she unilaterally drop our filming schedule just to run off to the countryside with that bastard?” he muttered. “And that bastard—how dare he lay hands on my woman? I’ll destroy him sooner or later!”

The thought of the woman he’d set his sights on being snatched away by that man named Qin made him seethe with rage. He yearned to tear Qin into pieces. Yet tonight’s successful operation lightened his mood considerably.

Han Ziyu’s mind was alight with schemes. Soon, the police would “rescue” the helpless, isolated Luo Shui. Alone in Jiangcheng, she would have no one to turn to, and he would swoop in—a warm, attentive man entering her life. In every sense, public and private, Han Ziyu had the upper hand. No matter how cold or aloof Luo Shui acted, she wouldn’t be able to reject his concern.

Then, with a timely push from his company’s publicity machine, how could such a peerless beauty as Luo Shui not end up in his hands? After all, with his years of fame and influence as a top-tier celebrity, even if Qin dared to come looking for trouble, Han Ziyu had countless ways to ruin him utterly.

At that very moment, in the warehouse on the northern outskirts, a squad of burly men in black suits stood guard outside, vigilant for any movement. They were top-dollar international bodyguards hired by Han Ziyu, famed for their flawless protection of the rich and powerful.

Within the dust-laden warehouse, Sister Tao, the voluptuous woman, was directing her group as they carried the unconscious Luo Shui inside.

“What a face this little slut has,” one of the women sneered, clicking her tongue as she looked at Luo Shui.

They had all seen Luo Shui on television—her beauty was renowned. Now, seeing her up close, her allure was even more striking. Tonight, before she was taken, Luo Shui had applied a touch of makeup; her cheeks were delicately flushed, her waist cinched in a snow-white velvet dress, her dark hair cascading over fragrant shoulders. Even in unconsciousness, her exquisite face and voluptuous figure were undeniably captivating.

“Too bad—no matter how beautiful, she’ll be writhing under a man soon enough,” someone laughed.

“This one’s luckier than the rest. She’ll be serving Brother Ziyu himself—how many starlets would kill for that? Han Ziyu would never look at them twice.”

“Enough chatter—get to work,” Sister Tao snapped. One of her women approached with a basin of icy water.

“Start with her face—let’s show this bitch some pain.”

A deluge of freezing water crashed down, soaking Luo Shui’s upper body.

“You… who are you?” Luo Shui jolted awake, shocked by the cold.

The room was pitch black save for a few flickering candles, and before her stood a crowd of unfamiliar women.

“Who we are doesn’t matter. You’re here to suffer tonight!” Sister Tao sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance.

“You know very well who you’ve offended, don’t you?”

“Pretending to be pure, are you? Serves you right,” spat several women, jealousy twisting their faces.

Another basin of ice water was dumped over Luo Shui, drenching her completely.

“Cough, cough!” Caught off guard, Luo Shui choked on the icy water, coughing uncontrollably.

She had always prided herself on living honorably, never making enemies—how could disaster have befallen her like this?

Sister Tao produced a sheet of paper, holding it in front of Luo Shui with feigned concern. “This is a contract. Sign it and spare yourself more pain. Look at you, so delicate—wouldn’t it be a pity to freeze?”

Luo Shui stared blankly at the paper, then focused her eyes—this was no contract, but a deed of sale. If this were leaked to the media and the story spread, the consequences would be unimaginable. Worse still, her heart already belonged to someone.

Even if she were to sell herself, Luo Shui would only give herself willingly to that one man.

“In your dreams! I will never sign something like this!”

“Do you really think you have a choice?” Sister Tao snapped, beckoning with a wave.

“Strip her! Then give her another ice bath!”

The women closed in, faces twisted with glee, and tore at Luo Shui’s velvet dress. She struggled, but outnumbered and overpowered, within minutes her clothes were in tatters, leaving her in nothing but a thin shirt.

Splashes of ice-cold water, with chunks of frozen ice, were poured over her again and again.

So cold—winter’s chill already gripped the air, and the icy water nearly froze her solid on contact. Luo Shui bit her lips, now turning purple from the cold, curling up, shivering.

“Sign it!” Sister Tao demanded.

Luo Shui could not fathom what kind of loathsome soul could command such cruelty against her.