Chapter 63: The Used Goods I've Worn, Do You Think Gu Tingyan Will Still Want You?

She turned on the faucet and kept rinsing her hands with clear water; she had just touched that bouquet, and Qin Shu felt it was so dirty.

After washing her hands and drying them with a paper towel, Qin Shu took out her phone, logged into Weibo, and deleted the entire set of photos directly.

With a "creak," the door opened.

A slender figure appeared outside the ladies' restroom; the man was reeking of alcohol, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and he carried a yellow sign which he placed in the middle of the path before striding into the restroom.

The sign read: Restroom under maintenance, temporarily closed, thank you for your understanding.

Qin Shu turned to walk out, but seeing Jiang Wenzhou appear there, her feet instinctively took a step back.

Her gaze was sharp and cold: "What do you want?"

Jiang Wenzhou stared at her and chuckled: "To fuck you."

Qin Shu's expression shifted slightly; she looked at Jiang Wenzhou coldly, her fingers curled into fists.

Jiang Wenzhou looked at her with a meaningful smile: "Miss Qin, no one has refused to give me face time and again."

"You are the first."

"Originally, we could have chosen a romantic and cozy place to talk about life."

"Look at you, making things so complicated."

Jiang Wenzhou leaned against the door, blocking her path; he took a deep drag of his cigarette, walked over, and viciously blew the smoke into Qin Shu's face: "Look at how hard you work filming; why not be with me? Any resources you want, I will give them to you."

"How about it?"

Qin Shu was choked by the thick smoke and began to cough; she stepped back, watched him vigilantly, and sneered: "Not interested."

Jiang Wenzhou watched her bristle like a hedgehog, raised his hand, and his bony fingers brushed over her shoulder.

Qin Shu retreated half a step but was still touched; in an instant, she felt as if she were being coiled by a venomous snake—cold, slimy, and disgusting.

Qin Shu secretly took out her phone and had just dialed the emergency number; she retreated to the window, but before she could speak, Jiang Wenzhou rushed at her and covered her mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in anesthetic, his eyes filled with unprecedented ruthlessness.

The call went through; her emergency contact was Gu Tingyan, and the man's voice came through the receiver: "Huahua?"

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Qin Shu's pupils constricted, her mouth opened, and as her consciousness gradually faded, she tried desperately to grab the phone.

Gu Tingyan, save me.

Everything went black before her eyes, and she fell into a coma, her body going limp in the man's arms.

Jiang Wenzhou looked at the name on the screen, Gu Tingyan, his eyes darkening, and he reached out to hang up the call.

He hadn't expected it to actually be Gu Tingyan's woman.

The moment Jiang Wenzhou thought about the fact that he was about to have Gu Tingyan's woman, he became even more excited.

Gu Tingyan looked at the hung-up phone, his handsome face lost in thought; he raised his hand to call back, but the other side was already powered off.

Gu Tingyan's expression shifted; he stood up abruptly and walked out, immediately calling A Zhong: "Go see what Qin Shu is doing."

"Go and find her for me!"

As Gu Tingyan walked out, five bodyguards blocked his path: "Eldest Young Master, you cannot leave right now."

Gu Tingyan's expression was stern; he took off his suit jacket and looked at them coldly: "Come at me together, don't waste my time."

Ten minutes later.

Gu Tingyan walked out with his jacket over his arm, made a call, and said in a cold voice: "Apply for a flight path immediately, we are returning to the country."

Jiang Family villa.

This villa of Jiang Wenzhou's was far from the hustle and bustle of Beijing, standing in a dense forest surrounded by towering, magnificent mountains; there was a helipad on the roof, supplies were delivered once a week, and the surrounding mountains, one after another, revealed a deep sense of despair.

A frail woman could never escape these vast mountains on her own.

She could only be trapped here forever, becoming a plaything beneath him.

She pulled hard on the iron chain on her hand, and the chain jingled against her ankle, emitting a crisp, melodious ringing sound.

A chill rose from the bottom of Qin Shu's heart, and she felt nothing but disgust.

When Qin Shu woke up, she found herself bound by iron chains.

She opened her eyes and met Jiang Wenzhou's cold, morbidly pale face; her own complexion turned white.

He stood, bending over to look down at Qin Shu, his hand stroking her delicate face: "It has been a long time since I've kept such a beautiful pet."

That touch made one feel a sense of nausea.

Qin Shu turned her head and cursed angrily: "You sick pervert."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenzhou laughed instead.

Qin Shu felt goosebumps rise all over her body from his laughter.

"I just like this wildness of yours; it's only challenging when you tame it."

Jiang Wenzhou picked her up from the floor, held her on his lap, and looked at her with adoration: "So beautiful."

"No wonder you could become Gu Tingyan's woman."

He held Qin Shu and sniffed her: "I wonder what his woman tastes like."

Goosebumps broke out all over Qin Shu's body, and she raged helplessly: "Pervert! You sick pervert!"

Jiang Wenzhou pinched her face: "Either die, or be with me; you choose."

Qin Shu: "I choose for you to die."

Jiang Wenzhou sneered: "Tell me, what if I have you?"

"Used goods that I have worn out."

"Do you think Gu Tingyan will still want you?"

Qin Shu's body shuddered, and her face turned slightly pale.

Jiang Wenzhou looked at her already soiled clothes; he reached out to touch Qin Shu's shoulder, his fingertips feeling the warmth of her skin, and he violently tore open Qin Shu's clothes.

With a "rip," a large expanse of white, soft, and spring-like scenery was revealed on Qin Shu's chest; she had a great figure, a feast for the eyes.

The man's eyes were fanatical and excited: "Truly a stunner."

Jiang Wenzhou tackled her onto the bed, his heavy, ragged breathing spraying against her neck.

Qin Shu screamed and struggled, but suddenly, she stopped struggling; the woman tilted her head to look at Jiang Wenzhou and gave a bleak, desolate smile:

"I have AIDS."

"Touch me, and you can just wait to die."

Jiang Wenzhou's movements paused slightly; he stood up and looked down at her, his eyes narrowing dangerously, and he raised his hand to slap Qin Shu, his large hand gripping her throat, his voice cold: "Do you think I'll still believe your ghost stories?"

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Qin Shu's mouth, her face, beautiful to the point of being eerie, wearing a look of indifference.

Jiang Wenzhou's eyes were sinister; he crouched in front of Qin Shu and raised his hand to grip her chin: "Qin Shu, once I've had you."

"Let's see if you can still laugh then."

He said with certainty: "You aren't sick at all."

Qin Shu was laughing, her smile shattered and tragic.

Jiang Wenzhou's chest heaved violently; he roared and gripped Qin Shu's throat: "What are you laughing at?"

Qin Shu looked at him, her voice soft and delicate: "I'm laughing at you, for you're about to die a horrible death."

She looked at him and said word by word: "Welcome to the world of AIDS."

Jiang Wenzhou looked at her warily and instantly moved away from her.

His brows were gloomy and agitated; he dared not gamble on whether Qin Shu's words were true or false.

He looked at that beautiful, glamorous face, able to look but not eat, making him so irritable he wanted to kill!

The man lit a cigarette, then suddenly paused; he looked down at the cigarette in his hand, curled his lips in a cold sneer, and pressed the cigarette butt onto Qin Shu: "Dare to lie to me, and I will make you wish you were dead."

Qin Shu convulsed in pain, her face turning paler and paler.

Jiang Wenzhou left, and soon a doctor came to examine Qin Shu's body; the corners of Qin Shu's eyes turned red as she looked at the doctor before her and begged for help: "Help me call the police, save me."

"I was kidnapped."

The doctor's body stiffened, and he remained silent.

"I'm sorry, Miss, there is nothing I can do."

Qin Shu turned ashen, a sense of despair rising on her face.

Jiang Wenzhou looked at the doctor: "How long until the results come out?"

The doctor looked back at the woman trapped on the bed by iron chains, feeling a pang of pity: "One day."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Jiang Wenzhou, the man's eyes ruthless: "Do you take me for a fool?"

He grabbed the doctor by the hair and sneered: "If the results aren't out in 30 minutes, you can go be fertilizer for the flowers in my backyard."

"If you dare to use fake data to deceive me, and I find out, think about your whole family."

The doctor trembled all over and nodded in fear: "I'll go do it right away."

"Get out."

Jiang Wenzhou let out a cold sneer, walked to Qin Shu's side, and gripped her face: "Still want to call for help?"

Qin Shu was trembling all over, forced to lift her head to look at him, her chest heaving continuously.