132: The Circle of Life, The Cycle of Revenge!

The Circle of Life, The Cycle of Revenge!

Of course Yue Tingfeng followed her in, he wanted to see how exactly was Yan Qingsi going to strike.0

Yan Qingsi stayed in that hotel for so long, naturally, she knew all the ways she could avoid detection.

Upon arrival at Xu Qianxi's room, she fished out a room card and swiped into the room.

"How did you get that card?" Yue Tingfeng asked, astonished.

Yan Qingsi shot him a look of disdain, she could not be bothered to answer such a stupid question.

There was nobody in the room, Xu Qianxi was shooting a scene tonight and would not be back that early.

Yan Qingsi quickly retrieved a vial from her pocket.

"What is that?" Yue Tingfeng asked curiously.

Yan Qingsi walked into the bathroom and found Xu Qianxi's toothbrush. She squeezed two drops of liquid from the vial onto the toothbrush, smiling coyly, "Something which can turn a eunuch into a sex-crazed savage, and turn an abstinent virgin into a perverted slut. Do you want some too?"

If she put the drug into water, Xu Qianxi might not drink it, but it is a whole different matter for a toothbrush. She can not drink water, but she will most definitely brush her teeth.

Yue Tingfeng frowned to himself, 'Where did she manage to get all these stuff?' he mused.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist, "Sure, let's have some too."

Yan Qingsi pushed him away, "You want to have a quickie here in Xu Qianxi's room? Nope, not for me."

Yan Qingsi opened the door by a sliver, checking to see if the coast is clear, then quickly slinked out of the room.

Once outside the hotel, Yan Qingsi turned to Yue Tingfeng, "Can you do me a favour?"

"Hah, you're actually asking for my help?" Yue Tingfeng raised a brow, intrigued, "Sure, what do you want?"

For the past two days, he has been following her throughout her plans, just waiting for her to ask for his help to bring down Xu Qianxi. To him, it was as easy as a phone call away.

But Yan Qingsi never asked.

Yan Qingsi fished out a stack of cards from her pocket, there were about 20 in total. All of them had pictures of women in skimpy clothes printed on them, and all of them bore the words '*** phone number XXXXXXX'

"Go on, find somewhere with plenty of guys and give these away," Yan Qingsi ordered.

Yue Tingfeng's face contorted into all kinds of rich and complicated expressions.

Cards! After all that hassle of asking for his help, she wants him to go distribute cards! Not just any cards, but those *** cards! Hahaha!

With Yue Tingfeng looking like he cramped every single muscle in his face, Yan Qingsi pouted, " You don't want to? I knew you were useless anyway. Fine, I'll go myself."

Yue Tingfeng snatched the cards from her hand, "Of course I'll go..." he hissed through gritted teeth, "why wouldn't I…"

Who was he again?

Ah… The CEO of Yue Clan Financial Group, torturing himself here instead of enjoying his holidays. It was the first time a woman has ever said he was useless to her. Haha!

All the luxurious places he could have gone for his holidays, but instead, he came to this broken old hotel with her, doing her dirty business, and now...distributing cards... he was going mad!

How much was he in her debt the previous lifetime to deserve this now.

Seething with anger inside, Yue Tingfeng put on a mask and cap and set about going to distribute those little cards.

With Yan Qingsi, he must have done everything he has not previously done his whole life.

Distributing cards… *** cards. He… Yue Tingfeng, the CEO!

Where would he hide his shame if people found out it was him?

If the ancestors of the Yue family found out about this, they would have risen from the depths of hell to tear him apart.

Still, Yue Tingfeng went straight to a barbeque stall full of supporting cast actors, mainly men. Gathering all his courage, repeated talking himself into doing it, he bravely walked in.

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Rich man Yue: All I want to do is to f*ck you, but all you let me do is distribute cards!

The circle of life, the cycle of revenge!

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