Chapter 1: Self-Castration

"Ruoruo, listen to my explanation, things aren't what you see..." The man's handsome face flushed red, and he scrambled to pull up the quilt, covering the naked body of the woman beside him.

A cloying, fishy stench filled the room, like rotting dead fish.

It seemed the battle last night had been quite intense.

Heh, Du Ruo sneered, turned, and walked away.

The man hurriedly jumped out of bed and chased after her, "Ruoruo, don't go, listen to me..."

Du Ruo turned back, her tone indifferent: "You'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, and it won't be good if I hurt you."

The man didn't take her words seriously at all; his standard model-like face was full of annoyance. "I'm sorry, Ruoruo, I drank too much last night and did something wrong in a moment of confusion. But don't worry, I promise I'll never drink again. Can you forgive me this once?"

Du Ruo smiled: "So, you're blaming the alcohol?"

"Of course not." The man looked a bit awkward and muttered, "Blame me, I didn't resist the temptation."

His eyes darted around as he tried to defend himself: "It can't all be blamed on me; you have some responsibility too. Think about it, we've been in a relationship for over two months, right? Every time I ask you out, you're either busy or on your way to being busy. Even when we finally get out, you won't let me kiss or touch you. I'm a normal man; I can't always rely on myself to solve it..."

You want to score in two months? Why don't you fly to the sky? Indeed, you can't just look at looks when picking a man; incompatible values are the most fatal thing.

"Break up!" Du Ruo couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore and turned to leave.

The man panicked and grabbed her from behind, "I don't agree! I just made a mistake that all men in the world make. Are you going to sentence me to death directly? Is this fair to me? Ruoruo, stop making a scene, okay? I swear I'll only keep to you alone from now on and won't touch another woman's finger. If I don't keep my word, let me... let me be left without descendants! Are you satisfied now?"

Ha, what a great sacrifice.

Too bad she didn't care for it!

Especially when she thought about what this body clinging to her had done last night, Du Ruo felt a wave of disgust.

"Let go," she said in a deep voice.

"I won't, I won't let go even if I die. I'm going to pester you for the rest of my life!" The man hugged her even tighter.

Du Ruo closed her eyes. Two seconds later, she slowly opened them and smiled: "Then, don't blame me."

As she finished speaking, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on the man's bare foot with her high heels.

The man let out a muffled groan of pain, his tall spine instantly arching like a shrimp.

Taking this opportunity, Du Ruo quickly broke free from his restraint, stepped back a few paces, fished a small transparent bottle out of her Chanel bag, and sprayed it three times at that handsome face still bearing lipstick marks.

"Ah!!!"

The man covered his face and wailed as he fell to the ground. His peach-blossom eyes, which usually looked affectionate even when watching a pig, quickly became red and swollen, streaming with physiological saline.

Perhaps thinking of Du Ruo's profession, he was scared out of his wits: "Du Ruo, you're crazy! What did you spray on me!"

What was it?

Du Ruo tilted her head and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's good stuff. I wouldn't even be willing to use it on ordinary people."

This was the anti-wolf spray she had recently developed, which had been refused for market entry by the Drug Administration Bureau because its side effects were slightly lewd.

After being sprayed, not only would the face swell into a pig's head, but the medicinal effect would also travel down the skin fibers and eventually gather at a certain sensitive point, causing unbearable itching.

A certain pharmaceutical merchant who had attempted to molest her at a dinner party had already tested the medicine for her. If it weren't for that man's younger brother also being present and stopping the tragedy in time, perhaps that greasy man would have already castrated himself in public.

Du Ruo glanced at the man's lower body and curled her lips.

Anyway, he wouldn't die, and she had no interest in staying to watch the scum's ugly state, so she waved her hand and left.

"Du Ruo, you will definitely regret this!" The scum's gnashing voice came from behind, no longer the affectionate doting from before.

Du Ruo rolled her eyes.

Yes, she regretted it, regretted it to death.

If she had known he was such a thing, she shouldn't have just found a man to settle for because she reached the age. With this spare time, she might as well have stayed in the laboratory to do experiments!

The laboratory had the latest data on the stomach cancer specific medicine, which she had led her team to develop after three years of hard work. Once it hit the market, it would cause a huge sensation internationally and become a gospel for countless stomach disease patients.

And she, Du Ruo, would also gain both fame and fortune, live in a villa, marry a handsome man, and reach the pinnacle of life!

Now, only the last step remained.

Thinking of this, the depression of being cheated on by her boyfriend vanished instantly. Du Ruo went straight downstairs, sat in her small car, fastened her seatbelt, locked the doors, and drove toward the Dunhuang Biotechnology Building in the suburbs.

Just after leaving the city, Du Ruo noticed something wrong.

Two white vans were tailing her, their license plates covered with black cloth. They were sneaky and clearly had some ulterior motives.

Were they planning to kidnap her?

It was not impossible. She was the Chief Pharmacist of Dunhuang Technology, with an annual salary of millions, yet she was an orphan with no relatives. As long as they created the illusion of an accidental death, she figured no one would go all out to investigate the truth.

Du Ruo panicked a little and immediately took out her phone to call the police. However, before the call connected, her car was violently rammed by two huge forces and plunged into the moat by the roadside.

The river water flooded into the car at an extremely fast speed. By the time Du Ruo unfastened her seatbelt and wanted to escape, it was already too late.

A sense of suffocation rushed over her. She desperately slapped the car windows and kicked the doors, but it was all to no avail.

Du Ruo's consciousness gradually dissipated.

Before dying, she couldn't help but curse in her heart—damn it, which turtle bastard murdered her! ===== CHAPTER 2 =====