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Chapter 29 Part 4 Probing Questions and A Dire Request
Xiaowei's voice cut through. Kneeling, thighs on the floor, she leaned forward to pour the tea. Her open pink blouse let her breasts swing freely, sunlight catching and making them appear to glow.
The blouse was tucked into her skirt to emphasize her slim waist, almost exposing her dimples.
"Please try my very mediocre tea, Ms. Liu. Mr. Chen taught me; if I get it wrong, he'll spank me," she said with a smile as she poured.
"Really? Mr. Chen, you have such refined tastes? Thank you, Xiaowei," Liu said, taking her cup.
"Haha, Xiaowei exaggerates. I never actually hit her, did I?" I said, taking my own cup. Then I waved her off. "You can go out. Come back to clean up after Ms. Liu leaves. Or after I've finished cleaning you up."
"Alright, Mr. Chen, Ms. Liu. I'll be just outside," she said. Her eyes flashed, she smiled, and slipped out.
The door had barely closed when Liu seemed to sense something shift.
"Mr. Chen, we haven't even started the interview," she said.
"What's the rush? You brought two interns for Lin Xiong and came to me alone, so you'll have to make do," I said.
Two buttons of my shirt were undone; I unfastened a third. She murmured a protest and shifted slightly, but didn't refuse me.
I undid one of her buttons; her pink lace bra almost spilled out.
"I see you like seductive colors. Interviews should be honest, you know," I said.
I slid two fingers into her cleavage, rubbing the bare skin around her nipple. It hardened almost immediately.
"Mm, Mr. Chen, stop. Don't rush. I'm not going anywhere; you know that," she said, brows knitting, expression flickering between resistance and acceptance. Still no serious pushback.
"You misunderstand. I admire clever women. Most women only have one pussy; educated women have two one up here, one down below," I said, leaning in as my hands worked at her jacket and shirt.
"What do you mean, 'two up, two down'?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
"You use your pen and your cunt for your interviews, don't you? So that's your upper and lower," I said.
Maybe the joke was too crude; she just frowned.
By then, her shirt hung open like Xiaowei's, revealing her bra and the pale curve of her breasts. The hem was still tucked neatly into her skirt.
"Ah, and a clever woman also has two mouths: one horizontal, one vertical," I added. My left hand kept teasing her breast while my right slid up her thigh, lifting her skirt.
Something maybe my jokes, maybe her pride snapped her back. Suddenly she caught my hand and stood up. Her annoyance flashed… then her professional smile returned.
"Mr. Chen, I really am here because readers want to understand Xunxing and your story. You're right, I use my pussy for interviews but at least let me finish the questions. You can strip and fuck me, or even gangrape me, afterward," she said.
I understood. Honestly, what I was really worried about wasn't questions about Xunxing, but about my life before this world. I couldn't answer those truthfully; my whole identity here was patched together via Lin Xiong's connections.
If Liu Xiaoyu pressed me on my educational background, I'd have to improvise, and with her sharpness, she'd catch any false note.
So I needed to keep control of the tempo, keep her slightly off‑balance. It was working, so I eased off for now.
"Ms. Liu, apologies for the rudeness just now. Please sit. Let's begin formally," I said.
She looked relieved. She tidied her hair and sat again, crossing her legs, but didn't button up. Her bra and the half‑moons of her breasts swayed in front of me whenever she moved.
"Ms. Liu, with that figure, your Xunxing rate would be at least five hundred. Are you a user? Ever taken an order?" I asked.
"Yes. I had to, for research. For about two weeks," she said. She seemed surprised I'd ask, but she answered.
"Then as a pro, I'm guessing you sampled quite a few men," I said.
At "sampled," her serious face broke into a laugh. "Haha, 'sampled' good word. I wanted to hear the full range, so I served all types: the magazine's own security guards, high‑school boys, office clerks, shopkeepers," she said.
"So which was the most… interesting?" I asked.
"Hm… actually, just a few days ago. I worked late at the magazine and accepted a client at random. He was a long‑haul truck driver, parked somewhere without any cover. I thought we'd do it in the cab; I'd never tried that. But he told me to brace against the door, yanked my pants off, and took me outside, did me right there by the road. Outdoors, roadside. I kind of regretted it afterwards… Hey, Mr. Chen, why do you look like that?" she asked.
Cab. Door. Roadside. Ah.
Suddenly, it clicked: those men I'd seen at the hospital they were the same. The same three who'd assaulted Lin Jiabi by her car at Gen Root Mountain Resort.
How had she handled those three? I still didn't know some self‑defense trick, maybe. She'd told me they'd been arranged by Yun Huijie to play sex games with her. Then they vanished until I saw them again at the hospital.
That was no coincidence.
I drew a sharp breath. The color must have drained from my face.
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?" Liu Xiaoyu asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I mumbled an apology and just like at the Donghua dance studio, my phone rang. Same caller as last time.
"Yayi, are you at the office? I just heard from the police. The forensic report came back. The knife used to stab Huijie had traces of an unknown chemical. The police now think that's what hurt Huijie," she said.
"What? Really? Did the attacker confess? Is there an antidote?" My mind spun; the story felt full of holes.
"They say they're still interrogating him. No results yet," she replied.
"Do you believe it?" I asked quietly.
She paused. "If not that, then how do we explain what happened to Huijie?" she said.
Her judgment had been shaken by grief; emotionally raw, she couldn't think clearly. And if there was now a "cause," at least there was hope he might wake.
Should I tell her what I suspected? I hesitated and she wasn't done.
"By the way, Yayi, I need a favor," she said.
"Anything," I answered.
"Are you free tomorrow morning?" she asked.
I thought: the event was at three; the morning was open enough.
"Yes. Should I come to the hospital?" I said.
"It's like this. This morning, I tried again with Huijie's two juniors, but still no response. The doctors say it might not work, but I want to try one more time," she said.
My heart leapt. I guessed where this was going.
"So, what's your idea?" I asked.
"I discussed it with Jiahua. We want someone by Huijie's bedside to fuck both of us and try again. But the man has to know both of us well, must have slept with us both, and Huijie has to know him must have an impression of him. That pretty much means you. Jiahua wasn't keen at first, but to wake Huijie, she agreed. Could you come tomorrow morning, Yayi? Please?"
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