Chapter 877: Are you being forced?

Qiao Lin and his wife are a famous model couple in the County Party Committee Compound, exceptionally loving.

Qiao Lin's wife is named Lu Yun, and she runs a supermarket in Dayu County.

To be honest, the scene before his eyes left Xing Zhijun's mind a bit muddled!

If the outside world were to find out that the wife of the County Government Office Director was actually involved with "special services."

This would not only completely destroy Qiao Lin's personal reputation, but would also damage the overall image of the Dayu County Government.

Xing Zhijun took a deep breath, stopped in his tracks, and smiled at the young man: "My stomach is a bit uncomfortable; I'd like to find a place to use the restroom."

The young man hurriedly grabbed Xing Zhijun: "Brother, there is a restroom right in the room. You go in first, and after you're done, I'll make arrangements for you."

Xing Zhijun asked: "Is there toilet paper inside?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, Brother!"

Xing Zhijun continued to press: "How is the ventilation in the restroom?"

The young man thought to himself that this customer was not only difficult to deal with but also had too many demands, yet he replied aloud: "The ventilation is absolutely no problem! We designed this place according to five-star hotel standards; any service you want, we can absolutely satisfy."

Xing Zhijun walked into the room, roughly scanned the environment, and then ducked into the restroom.

To be honest, the level of cleanliness here was passable, but compared to a real five-star hotel, it was still quite lacking.

Xing Zhijun was just about to call Tang Ye.

The door outside was pushed open, and Xing Zhijun hurriedly put away his phone.

Walking out of the restroom, a woman walked in.

A look of shock instantly appeared in Xing Zhijun's eyes—the person who had walked in was actually Qiao Lin's wife, Lu Yun!

He remained calm on the surface.

His memory had always been good; although he had only crossed paths with Lu Yun a few times, he could remember what she looked like;

However, Lu Yun might not recognize him.

"Hello, sir, shall I arrange a technician for you now?"

Xing Zhijun felt a surge of joy; sure enough, the wig was effective, and Lu Yun hadn't recognized him.

"Alright, go ahead and arrange it!"

After Lu Yun left, Xing Zhijun frowned, realizing he might have made a mistake.

This woman just looked very similar to Lu Yun.

Because he clearly remembered that Lu Yun had a mole below the corner of her eye;

Although the woman before him wore heavy makeup, if there were a mole under the corner of her eye, it would be hard to cover it up completely.

Xing Zhijun was quite confident in his own eye for detail; this was definitely not the same person.

But the problem was, how could there be such a similar-looking person in this world?

Not long after, a petite woman walked in.

Although her makeup was applied very exquisitely, there was still a hint of unripened youthfulness between her brows and eyes, and she didn't look very old.

"I am Number 96, here to serve you. Is that alright?"

Xing Zhijun did not refuse directly and remained silent for a moment.

The female technician seemed to have heard that Xing Zhijun was difficult to deal with and, thinking he was going to ask for a replacement again, consciously prepared to leave.

Xing Zhijun hurriedly called out to stop her and said softly: "Don't be in such a hurry to leave; I have a few questions for you."

The female technician turned around to look at Xing Zhijun and replied: "Go ahead!"

Xing Zhijun tried to close the distance by making small talk and asked: "What is your name? How old are you this year?"

The other party was stunned for a moment and answered: "My name is Xiaoyu, and I am nineteen years old this year."

Xing Zhijun shook his head and deliberately bluffed her: "That's not right, you're lying; you aren't nineteen."

Xiaoyu was taken aback and hurriedly argued: "Sir, I really am nineteen! If you don't believe me, I can show you my ID card."

Xing Zhijun knew in his heart that there was definitely a problem with her age, and she had shown a flaw.

He didn't continue to press her, just waved his hand: "No need, don't be nervous, I'm just chatting with you."

Xiaoyu rubbed her hands in agitation and said softly: "I'm not very good at talking, how about... I get someone else for you?"

Seeing that Xiaoyu was a bit nervous and not very worldly, Xing Zhijun took three hundred yuan from his bag and placed it on the table: "No need to change, I'll choose you."

A look of surprise appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes: "Brother, thank you... Actually, I had already prepared myself mentally to be replaced. They even said..."

Xing Zhijun laughed in spite of himself and continued: "Did they say I was particularly picky and difficult to deal with?"

Xiaoyu nodded at Xing Zhijun and added: "They also said that if you still intended to change people, they wouldn't let you leave here."

Xing Zhijun was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "How can there be such a thing as forced buying and selling?"

Xiaoyu gave a bitter smile: "That's because you are too picky. I heard that you have already rejected several top-tier technicians elsewhere, and no one else was willing to come, which is why they sent me."

Xiaoyu's words revealed a piece of information.

The information across several locations was shared.

In other words, the moment he got into that first taxi, he had already entered the trap.

Seeing that Xiaoyu was guileless and might be a breakthrough point, Xing Zhijun asked softly: "Do you have so little confidence in yourself?"

Xiaoyu nodded slightly, bit her lip, and whispered: "Actually... you are my first customer."

Although Xing Zhijun knew that women in such places generally could not be easily trusted.

But his intuition told him that Xiaoyu was not lying.

He asked: "Have you encountered some kind of difficulty?"

A flash of hesitation appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes, then she shook her head firmly: "No. Brother, since you're already here, why don't you let me provide a service? I really... I really haven't done this kind of thing before."

Xing Zhijun looked at Xiaoyu in surprise—he knew that in this line of work, one usually goes through a "trial accompaniment" phase first.

He smiled and said: "Still, no need. If you're afraid of being scolded, just stay in the room for half an hour, and then you can leave."

Xiaoyu nodded silently and sat down by the side of the bed.

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly reached out and began to take off her clothes.

Xing Zhijun was greatly shocked and hurriedly reached out to press down on her arm: "What are you doing?"

Xiaoyu's eyes turned red, tears covered her face, and she said pitifully: "Brother, I know you despise me, but I am really not dirty. I can tell that you are a good person. Once I walk out of this room, I don't know what kind of people I will encounter next..."

Xing Zhijun sighed inwardly and said in a deep voice: "What kind of trouble have you actually encountered?"

Xiaoyu bit her lip and stammered: "I... I can't say. If I say it, it will implicate you."

Xing Zhijun's gaze fell upon Xiaoyu's arm, and he discovered some scars on her skin that had already faded—

From these scars, one could tell that she had been beaten by someone before.

"Were you forced by someone?" Xing Zhijun asked softly.

"No, I wasn't! Brother, please, really don't ask anymore!" A look of obvious panic appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes.

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and reached out to unzip the zipper at her waist.

A patch of soft, delicate, fair skin was revealed like silk.

Xing Zhijun was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening; he hurriedly reached out to grab her wrist and shook his head gently.

"Tell me the truth, were you abducted and brought here?"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes.

Immediately after, she lowered her head in silence...