Chapter Twenty: Luo Ange

To prevent him from retaliating, I quickly grabbed the T-shirt I’d changed out of the night before and tied up his hands and feet. In that moment, I truly felt like a female ruffian. I was sweating all over, but there was no time to worry about it. Fortunately, he cooperated, just sitting there without struggling.

Heaven must not be too unkind to me, for I actually managed to find a fruit knife—just what I needed, when I needed it. It was exhilarating. I held the fruit knife to his chest, and Zhu Bang finally lost his composure. He lunged at me in an attempt to snatch it away, but how could I let him overpower me? With lightning speed, I pressed the blade to the pervert’s most vital spot.

Zhu Bang didn’t dare move.

I laughed. “Go on, try me. If you move again, I’ll turn him into a eunuch so he can spend the rest of his life practicing the Sunflower Manual.”

Zhu Bang waved his hands frantically. “Miss Yi, Miss Yi, let’s talk this through. Why don’t you put the knife down first?”

“Do you take me for a fool?” I retorted.

Zhu Bang glanced at the pervert. “Miss Yi, weapons are dangerous. Please, calm down. If you have any conditions, let’s lay them out. If you’re not careful, this could turn into a kidnapping.”

I chuckled darkly. “It is a kidnapping. Never done it before in my life.”

I moved the knife to the pervert’s face, toying with him as if he were a kitten or puppy, gently testing the blade along his skin. “You’re lucky I didn’t kick you harder. Someone like you really ought to be sent back to ancient times to serve as a eunuch in the imperial palace.”

Zhu Bang let out a wail. “Miss Yi, Miss Yi, please be careful!”

I pointed the blade at him. “Shut up, or I’ll castrate you instead.”

He shouted with glee, “Miss Yi, please, take me instead! Just don’t hurt my master!”

I was at a loss for words with this sycophantic assistant. If the pervert was the head eunuch, then Zhu Bang was his faithful lackey.

I didn’t want to waste any more time with them and stated my terms: “Once we reach the shore, you let me go, and from then on, we’ll stay out of each other’s lives. If you don’t agree, I’ll castrate the both of you and then throw myself into the lake.”

Zhu Bang fell silent and looked to the head eunuch for an answer.

I noticed his glance at once and refused to give them a chance to confer. I pressed the blade even closer to the pervert’s vital area, threatening, “Yes or no? Give me a straight answer. Don’t drag this out.”

He looked at me, a faint smile playing at his lips, as if he were enjoying my torment. He was a true degenerate.

He said, “If you can escape from the palm of my hand, I’ll let you go.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and scoffed. Does he think he’s the Buddha and I’m the Monkey King, unable to leap from his grasp?

Once ashore, Zhu Bang went to fetch the car while I stood at the bow of the boat with the pervert. Ever since I’d tied him up, he’d been smiling, which unsettled me. I felt a chill run down my spine. Was he already plotting his next move against me?

No, I couldn’t let my guard down. I needed to hold onto my trump card if I was going to leave here safely.

With that thought, I quickly rifled through his coat pockets. He let me do as I pleased, only asking, “What are you looking for?”

I pointed the knife at him. “Shut up, you pervert.”

He fell silent, and I continued searching, but after a while, I found nothing. Just as I was growing frustrated, he spoke. “What you’re looking for is in Zhu Bang’s briefcase.”

I walked to the bow, opened Zhu Bang’s briefcase, and took everything out. There were two documents in French. I glanced at them; they were cooperation agreements signed yesterday between Lan Feng Group and a French company. On the last page, in bold, sweeping calligraphy, was the signature: Luo Ange.

Such a beautiful name wasted on someone like him. If I were less kind, I’d call him a eunuch; if I were being generous, I’d call him the Invincible East.

I stuffed the documents into my pocket and turned to him. “Once I’m safe, I’ll return these to you.”

He stared at me in silence, and my confidence wavered. I snatched his phone and snapped several photos of him, grinning slyly. “If you try to retaliate, I’ll plaster your photos all over the internet.”

Then I thought about it—someone like him, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, deserved worse.

When Zhu Bang returned, the scene he walked in on was me stripping his master’s clothes off while snapping photos.