IOLYF Chapter 77

Shen Qian called over a waiter to order some drinks, his hand casually rubbing a pill he’d prepared long ago in his pocket. He didn’t really believe Mo Ming would easily agree to his demands. He’d heard from Shen Xixi that this guy had a lot of cunning and a bit of craftiness. After spending three years with Han Shao Zhou, Mo Ming might not even realize his own situation.

To control someone like that, or better yet, to get rid of him once and for all, you had to go all out.

Shen Qian had gotten the drug through a friend. The circles he hung out in were pretty wild, with all sorts of strange and thrilling things. Getting his hands on some high-quality aphrodisiacs was easy… After tonight, Shen Qian figured Mo Ming would be his to play with however he wanted.

Just as Shen Qian was plotting how to drug Mo Ming, he suddenly realized his phone was missing. He froze and began patting down his pockets.

“Damn it, where’s my phone?!”

He was about to call over a waiter when a stranger approached, nodding toward him. “Are you looking for a phone? I found one—could it be yours?”

Shen Qian glanced at the phone in the man’s hand, recognizing it as the same model as his. He quickly nodded, “Yes, that’s mine! Give it to me.”

The young man didn’t immediately hand it over. Instead, he said seriously, “Just because you say it’s yours doesn’t mean it is. What’s the unlock code? If it works, it’s yours.”

Anxious to get his phone back, Shen Qian didn’t hesitate. “Five-four-two-five-zero-eight.”

The young man entered the six digits under Shen Qian’s watchful eyes, but the phone displayed an incorrect password message.

“Oh, sorry, I guess it’s not yours after all.”

Shen Qian was stunned. He took the phone from the young man and tried the code himself, but it was still wrong.

The young man retrieved the phone and walked away. “I’ll go check with someone else.”

He left the main hall and headed down a corridor, making his way to the restroom.

“Just like you said, I got the password—five-four-two-five-zero-eight.” The young man approached Mo Ming, rubbing his fingers together with a grin. “So, you gonna keep your promise?”

Mo Ming directly transferred 2,000 yuan to the young man’s account, and the guy left, delighted.

Mo Ming entered a stall in the restroom, locked the door, pulled out a phone from his pocket, and entered the six-digit password. It worked. He was in. Opening one of the social media apps, he saw everything laid out clearly.

…

[Denny]: Got you the good stuff, top quality.

[Shen Qian]: Thanks, bro. I’ll introduce you to one of my 36D fangirls later.

[Denny]: Which girl are you planning to use it on? With your charm, do you really need to?

[Shen Qian]: Some dumbass guy who’s been getting in my way. I’m gonna bring a few muscleheads and let them go to town on him. If they break him, even better.

[Denny]: Haha, you’re a legend.

…

[Da Chui]: I’ve given them the room key. They’ll arrive at * o’clock.

[Shen Qian]: Did you tell them? Make sure they do it facing the camera. His face has to be in it.

[Da Chui]: Don’t worry, we’ve got three or four cameras set up.

[Shen Qian]: [Transfer: 50,000 yuan]

…

[Shen Qian]: If all goes well, that idiot Mo Ming will be obedient tomorrow. If not, I’ll ruin him.

[Shen Qian]: Finally gonna get my revenge.

After reading through over a hundred chat messages, the last few were sent to Wen Ci, but it had been over two hours, and Wen Ci hadn’t responded.

On Shen Qian’s social media, Mo Ming saw that Wen Ci had posted something an hour ago—a photo of the book A Temperature with a caption: “Xiao An, I wish we could meet…”

Xiao An, the protagonist of A Temperature. The comments under the post were full of Wen Ci’s friends liking and encouraging him, showing how much Wen Ci wanted to play the role of Xiao An. Shen Xixi even tagged Han Shao Zhou, but there was no response from him.

Mo Ming checked the time. At least he could be sure that Wen Ci had had time to see Shen Qian’s message.

Meanwhile, Shen Qian, still upset about losing his phone, was about to ask the bar staff for help. He wasn’t too worried about someone seeing all the incriminating stuff on his phone—without the unlock code, it was just a useless brick. If it weren’t for all the data stored on it, he wouldn’t have bothered looking.

Fortunately, a waiter soon approached him with a phone, saying a customer had found it and handed it in.

Shen Qian recognized his phone immediately, his frustration evaporating. He took it back and returned to his drink on the sofa. Not long after, Mo Ming returned.

“You were gone so long, I thought you’d chickened out.” Shen Qian said, his eyes involuntarily drifting to Mo Ming’s slim waist. His legs were really long, wrapped in light-colored casual clothes, the curve from his lower back to his thighs so perfect it was impossible not to let one’s mind wander.

“This is a friendly negotiation. Why would I run away?” Mo Ming sat down beside Shen Qian, leaning in close. Seeing Shen Qian’s eyes fixed on his face, he leaned in even closer and whispered, “I don’t want to get on your bad side, but I really want to act in Director Liu’s film…”

They were so close now that Shen Qian could hardly breathe. The handsome features of Mo Ming’s face were so strikingly beautiful that it was almost terrifying. Shen Qian swallowed hard, his threatening words losing their edge. “Going against us won’t end well for you…”

He really wasn’t worse than Wen Ci… Shen Qian thought, his mind wandering. Even without any filters, if he were Han Shao Zhou, he’d want to keep this guy too. Those eyes were so damn captivating, like a soft little lamb one moment, and an unintentional seductress the next…

Maybe after tonight, when he got those videos, he could use them to make this man listen to him. Then he could try it for himself. After all, Han Shao Zhou had kept him around for three years—he must be good in bed.

“I can see you’ve had a rough time, and I really don’t want to make things harder for you. How about this.” Shen Qian said, pouring a drink. “Let’s have a drink together, make friends, and then everything will be easier to discuss.”

Shen Qian poured two glasses of alcohol, and with a flick of his wrist, the small pill in his palm discreetly dissolved into the drink. The bubbles in the liquid quickly hid it from sight.

Shen Qian handed one glass to Mo Ming, shaking his own slightly with a smile. “Come on, I just poured it—what’s there to worry about? I’ll go first.” He downed his drink in one go and slammed the empty glass onto the table with bravado.

Mo Ming smiled, refilled Shen Qian’s glass, and asked with subtle intent, “Can I ask you something… Do you like men?”

“I’ve always liked women.” Shen Qian chuckled, his gaze lingering on Mo Ming’s fair profile. “But I could try men too.”

Mo Ming set the bottle down and leaned in closer to Shen Qian, his dark, glossy eyes blinking. “So, what do you think of me?”

Shen Qian stared at Mo Ming’s beautiful face, stunned for a few seconds. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Ming smiled and said, “Just kidding.”

Mo Ming handed Shen Qian a glass, lifted his own, and lightly clinked it against Shen Qian’s. “I’m willing to be friends with you. I hope you can go easy on me in the future.”

They both drank their glasses in one go.

As Shen Qian set his glass down, he couldn’t help but sneer inwardly… This guy knew how to read the room. With no sugar daddy and no big company backing him, he finally knew when to give in.

The drug took effect faster than Shen Qian expected. Soon, Mo Ming was leaning against the sofa, holding his head and looking unwell. Seeing his opportunity, Shen Qian quickly helped the seemingly dazed Mo Ming up and guided him toward the elevator.

The bar was connected to a hotel on the upper floors, and Shen Qian had already booked a room.

By the time he got Mo Ming onto the bed, Shen Qian was panting heavily. He was so exhausted that he felt dizzy from the heat.

Shen Qian slapped his face to clear his head, then turned to adjust the hidden cameras in the room, making sure they were pointed at the bed. But within moments, his limbs started to go numb, and he had to lean against the wall, yanking at his collar as his body temperature spiked. His vision began to blur and double.

The room wasn’t big, and after a few stumbling steps, Shen Qian collapsed onto the bed. He clutched the sheets, rubbing his body against the blankets to try and relieve the burning sensation inside him. Through his hazy vision, he saw Mo Ming standing by the bed, watching him with an expressionless face…

The soundproofing between the hotel floors was excellent, and the corridor outside was eerily quiet.

Mo Ming quietly closed the door, adjusted his mask, and headed down the hallway. He passed four men coming from the direction of the elevator.

The four men were large and muscular, chatting and laughing as they entered the room Mo Ming had just left.

The night was deep, but Chuanhai’s neon lights continued to sparkle through the falling snow. The city’s bustling nightlife raged on, only beginning to wind down in the early hours of the morning.