179: Chapter 179 Chen Shuting: Was it fun? Want to play again?

Case International Hotel, Room 520 on the 8th floor.

A dining table was placed next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, upon which were several exquisite dishes. Each portion was only a few bites, brightly colored and uniquely shaped, like handicrafts, making one reluctant to use chopsticks. Red wine, candles, flowers—nothing was missing.

Song Siming, dressed immaculately with a warm smile, pointed outside the window: "Young Miss Chen, the Magic City is a romantic metropolis. Look at the scenery outside, the bright lights and bustling city, it makes one intoxicated without realizing it."

Chen Shuting narrowed her eyes, elegantly holding her red wine glass, and took a slow sip: "Yes, the Magic City is a good place, it truly makes one intoxicated."

Song Siming gazed infatuatedly at Chen Shuting's beautiful profile, his voice growing even gentler: "No matter how beautiful it is outside the window, it cannot compare to the person inside. Young Miss Chen, compared to the Magic City, you are an even more intoxicating existence. This is not flattery, it is the truth from my heart."

Chen Shuting revealed a captivated expression, stood up, slowly walked in front of Song Siming, and said softly: "Mr. Song really knows how to talk."

"I am just speaking from the heart." Song Siming's heartbeat began to quicken—Chen Shuting's fair hand was already resting on his shoulder, and her other hand was fiddling with his tie.

Gulp.

Song Siming couldn't help but swallow, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

Chen Shuting smiled slightly: "Mr. Song, are you drunk?"

Song Siming said with a smile: "The wine doesn't intoxicate the person; the person intoxicates themselves."

"Oh..." Chen Shuting skillfully untied his tie with both hands.

Song Siming's gaze was fiery, and he was about to stand up.

The large bed was in the inner room, and he would soon get what he wanted. But as soon as his buttocks left the seat, Chen Shuting pressed both hands firmly on his shoulders, pushing him back down.

Immediately after, Chen Shuting grasped both ends of the tie, quickly wrapped it around his neck, tightened it abruptly, and pulled backward.

"Ugh!" Song Siming never expected Chen Shuting to pull such a move. He instinctively reached to pull at the tie on his neck, but couldn't undo it at all. He reached out to grab Chen Shuting's arm, but was blocked by the large seat back behind him. He wanted to stand up, but he was sitting too far back, and his legs couldn't exert any force. The immense feeling of suffocation made his eyes roll back, and his body twisted violently.

Soon, his consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of him was darkening.

He never dreamed that Chen Shuting would actually do this.

Was she a pervert from the start, or had she already discovered the issue with the incense? But he no longer had the heart to ponder this question.

A dignified mayor's secretary, about to be strangled to death by a woman in a couple's hotel. How would his colleagues view him? How would his wife and daughter view him? He was truly afraid—not because he realized he was wrong, but because he felt he was going to die.

Seeing Song Siming struggling more and more weakly, Chen Shuting snorted coldly and released her hands.

"Ugh! Huff! Huff!" Song Siming gasped for air, looking at Chen Shuting with a face full of fear, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

Chen Shuting pointed at the incense with a look of disdain: "Song Siming, do you know what I used to do? When I was playing with this stuff, you were still drinking AD calcium milk, damn it. Idiot."

"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough!" Song Siming coughed violently, pointing at Chen Shuting, "You... you..."

Chen Shuting raised her hand and slapped him. The force wasn't great, but the sound was crisp, with that kind of highly insulting strength: "What 'you'? Don't think I don't know what you are plotting. How old are you, Song Siming? Still playing these childish games? What I despise most is a hypocritical man like you."

She shook the tie in her hand: "Is it fun?"

Song Siming shook his head: "No..."

"Want to play more?"

"No..." Seeing Chen Shuting put the tie around his neck again, Song Siming was so scared he almost wet himself. He wanted to run away, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to muster any strength, and he could only watch helplessly as the tie slowly tightened.

His gaze toward Chen Shuting was full of fear; this woman was not some beautiful, charming lady, but a femme fatale, a complete pervert. In front of her, he felt as helpless as an infant.

Just then, with a click, the door opened.

A waiter led Zhao Yang inside. After entering, the waiter didn't look inside, only nodded slightly to Zhao Yang: "Prosecutor Zhao, I'm leaving."

"Thank you." Zhao Yang smiled slightly, closed the door casually, and gave Chen Shuting a thumbs up.

Chen Shuting immediately let go of Song Siming, put on a wronged expression, and said to Zhao Yang: "Chief Prosecutor Zhao, I am filing a real-name report. Song Siming intended to assault me. The incense on the table is the evidence."

"Don't rush, let me see." Zhao Yang walked to the dining table, put on gloves, extinguished the incense, put it into an evidence bag, placed it in his bag, and then looked at Song Siming.

Song Siming had slightly caught his breath, looked at Zhao Yang, his gaze complex: "Prosecutor Zhao, did you arrange this?"

Zhao Yang laughed: "Secretary Song, do you want to listen to what you are saying? I must say, your guts are really big. Do you know that seven or eight years ago, if Shuting stomped her foot, all of Jinghai would tremble? You dared to target her; it really makes me not know what to say about you. You should just be thankful that the country's rule of law has been well-established in recent years. As for your matter, go to the Discipline Inspection Commission yourself tomorrow to confess. I will wait at the Procuratorate for the Materials transferred by the Discipline Inspection Commission."

After speaking, he gave Chen Shuting a wink. The two no longer paid attention to Song Siming, who was almost slumped in the chair, and left the Case International Hotel together.

Standing in the parking lot, Chen Shuting tidied her long hair: "Boss, I really didn't expect Song Siming to be so childish. How did he get promoted to such a high position?"

Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh: "His job is a secretary. Welcoming guests, coordinating assistance, conveying messages, building connections—he is good at all these. But when it comes to practical work, his weaknesses are very obvious."

Chen Shuting was still looking disdainful: "Someone like him can only deceive those naive young girls."

Zhao Yang smiled inwardly; indeed. In the original series, the one Song Siming manipulated was the inexperienced Haizao. He patted his bag and asked: "Are the things inside harmful to people?"

Chen Shuting waved her hand indifferently: "They are all things children play with; Zhenhua and I are both tired of playing with them. This piece of junk Song Siming has is a knock-off from the Japanese. The best of this kind of incense is from the Middle East, followed by the Indians, and the ones produced by the Japanese are the worst, cutting corners severely."

This involved a blank spot in Zhao Yang's knowledge, so he could only silently give a thumbs up. After seeing Chen Shuting off, Zhao Yang returned to the car and dialed Prosecutor Qin Wenxuan's number: "Prosecutor Qin, I've stepped into a trap, you have to bail me out this time."

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned for a moment: "Stepped into a trap? What trap?"

"A big trap." Zhao Yang lowered his voice, "How about... I go to your office tomorrow morning to explain in detail?"

Prosecutor Qin Wenxuan's voice raised an octave: "Come to my house and say it now!"