《禁。慾》3《Will You Come Home Tonight?》
Chapter Twelve: The Vicious Wolf in the Abyss
1. The Rat's Dead End
"《Will You Come Home Tonight?》 Chapter Twelve Scene One, Action!"
Inside a dark, moldy underground rental apartment, the air was filled with the stench of cigarettes, alcohol, and expired instant noodles.
Shen Rui'an's childhood friend from the orphanage, the man who later became addicted to gambling and sold her into a hostess club—her ex, **"He Qiang"**—was now staring bloodshot-eyed at his battered phone screen.
The overwhelming public opinion online had not only exposed Shen Rui'an's past but had also completely dragged out He Qiang, the mastermind behind it all.
【Scumbag! Personally sold his childhood sister into a hostess club!】
【He Qiang, a gambling addict, suspected of illegal restriction of personal freedom. Strongly recommend police investigation!】
The public trial and doxxing by countless netizens turned He Qiang into a rat everyone wanted to beat. Even the loan sharks collecting debts began frantically demanding repayment, fearing police would follow the trail.
"Fuck! Shen Rui'an, you bitch…" He Qiang viciously stubbed out his cigarette on the floor, a hint of madness and ferocity flashing in his eyes.
Watching the financial news featuring Jiang Yuhe's lofty figure and reports of his company's soaring stock prices, the distortion and greed in his heart grew wildly. Since Shen Rui'an now had such a wealthy man protecting her, her life should be worth a lot of money.
Anyway, things were already hard to clean up. He couldn't stay in the country, so he might as well go big. If he kidnapped Shen Rui'an and extorted an astronomical ransom, he could smuggle himself abroad and live comfortably for the rest of his life.
But the biggest problem was that Shen Rui'an was overseas, inside Jiang Yuhe's private villa. As a thug being hunted domestically, he couldn't even touch a single hair on her head.
He Qiang gritted his teeth and privately investigated the source of Shen Rui'an's scandals. With his years of street smarts, he quickly followed the clues to the top executives of Jiang Yuhe's biggest rival company in the country.
A dark conspiracy of collusion officially began.
2. The Dirty Pact
That night, in the underground parking garage of the rival company's overseas office.
Inside a low-key black business van, He Qiang sat uneasily yet with vicious eyes on the sofa, facing the overseas executive of the rival company.
"Mr. He, you'd better have a good reason for going through underground channels to meet me." The executive elegantly swirled his wine glass, his eyes full of lofty contempt.
"I want to discuss a collaboration with you—one that can completely destroy Jiang Yuhe." He Qiang smiled coldly, leaning forward. "Didn't Jiang Yuhe say at the press conference that Shen Rui'an is his most valued assistant and that he's kind-hearted? I'll go overseas to kidnap Shen Rui'an and use her life to threaten Jiang Yuhe for a huge ransom. And you…"
He Qiang's eyes gleamed with madness:
"You have connections and informants overseas. You can provide me with precise details about Shen Rui'an's movements and security vulnerabilities at the overseas villa. Once I succeed, the moment this breaks out, Jiang Yuhe will be plunged into another devastating public opinion storm!"
The executive's originally indifferent eyes lit up slightly.
He Qiang continued to dangle the deadly bait: "If Jiang Yuhe risks everything to save her, I'll get the money, and you can strike a fatal blow in the business world while he's distracted moving huge funds, bankrupting him completely! If he doesn't save her… heh, then all those righteous words he said in front of the media will backfire! The public will drown him with their spit!"
"What about the police? Do you think you can get away with acting overseas?" the executive sneered.
"I have plenty of scapegoats in my circles. When things blow up, I'll just throw out some low-level lackey to take the fall, saying he was short on gambling money and acted on impulse." He Qiang grinned ferociously, his tone utterly confident. "Either way, this dirty water will be pinned squarely on Jiang Yuhe, hitting him again!"
The executive looked at the now-deranged man before him, slowly set down his wine glass, and curled his lips into a sinister, venomous smile. He extended a large hand: "Very well, happy cooperation. Tonight, my people will get you out of the country. I'll have someone send the overseas vulnerabilities to your phone."
Two dirty hands clasped in the dark carriage. A kidnapping and deadly crisis targeting Shen Rui'an had already silently crept around the overseas villa under the cover of night.
"Cut!"
3. Reality Line
Over the past few days, as filming neared its end, Taiyang and Qin Che's real-life chemistry had also improved. Their daytime scenes flowed smoothly without any awkwardness.
Late at night, in the private home theater of the penthouse, only a dim yellow floor lamp was lit.
Taiyang was lying on a soft beanbag sofa, chin propped on her hand, intently flipping through the script outline for the next chapter, "Crash at the Rainy Crossroads." Seeing Jiang Yuhe drive alone through the storm to ram his ex's car, Taiyang couldn't help but feel moved. Though Jiang Yuhe was scum in the play, that ruthless edge when pushed to the limit was indeed captivating.
"You're so focused on the script you didn't even notice me come in?"
Qin Che had finished showering and walked in at some point. He wore only a pair of black fitted boxer briefs, his muscular physique covered in perfect lines.
He suddenly pressed down from behind, his tall frame carrying the scent of ebony after the shower, trapping Taiyang between the sofa and his chest like a mountain.
"Qin Che, stop messing around. Tomorrow's car crash scene is important. I'm trying to capture Shen Rui'an's despair at that moment…" Taiyang tried to push him away helplessly, but her left hand landed squarely on his hot, steel-hard abs.
"Why capture someone else's emotions? What you need to capture right now is mine." Qin Che chuckled lowly, his possessive desire amplified infinitely in the dead of night. He snatched the script from her hands and tossed it to the floor, then gripped her chin with his rough palm, forcing her to turn and meet his crimson, almost frightening black eyes.
"Filming during the day, that Xu Mu'an hovering around you all day, and you even have to act like love at first sight." Qin Che leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky like a drawn violin string, thick with jealousy. "I know it's acting, but I'm still pissed. Young lady, if you don't feed me tonight, I won't let you have the strength to go to set tomorrow."
4. Madness by the Living Room Window
Before Taiyang could retort, Qin Che swept her up in his arms and strode out of the theater straight to the massive floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The city nightscape outside sparkled like stars, and the window's reflection clearly mirrored their figures.
Qin Che impatiently and roughly tore off Taiyang's silk nightdress. Her fair, delicate body, like the finest soft jade, looked incredibly lascivious under the nightscape's glow.
"Qin Che… someone might see us here… mmh…" Taiyang's heart raced with embarrassment, the shame turning into the most honest honey that slowly slid down her inner thighs.
"This is the top floor. No one can see. Watch the window and see how I fuck you."