191: Chapter 191 The Hormone Monetization Plan

In the living room of the Imperial View Bay villa, the air conditioning was cranked down to sixteen degrees.

Yet, the restless heat in the air could not be suppressed.

A stack of A4 papers, stamped with official seals, was scattered across the redwood coffee table.

Chen Yun sat with her long, fair legs crossed, the tip of her high heel lightly tapping one of the papers.

It was the fifth supply cut-off notice received by the Shengfa Garment Factory.

"Fabric shipments stopped, accessories stuck in the warehouse, and the logistics fleet has been seized." Chen Yun lit a long, slender lady's cigarette and exhaled a puff of blue smoke. "The Zhou Family is determined this time; they want to bleed our health bar dry."

Lin Xiaocao sat at the other end of the sofa, her usually gentle eyes now showing a hint of sharpness. After the baptism of last night and this morning, this 'little white flower' had completely transformed, exuding a protective aura belonging to the 'mistress of the house.'

"Sister Yun, how much longer can the money in our account last?"

"At our previous scale, it won't last more than half a month." Chen Yun flicked the ash from her cigarette. There wasn't a hint of panic in her eyes; instead, they flashed with a wolf-like glint.

She turned her head, her gaze sweeping across the coffee table to precisely lock onto the man sitting at the dining table.

Wang Fugui had zero interest in things like "supply cuts" or "capital."

In front of him sat his fifth stainless steel basin, which was larger than his own face.

The basin was piled high with a mountain of white rice, topped with a thick layer of braised pork in a rich, dark sauce.

"Slurp! Munch munch!"

The chopsticks in Wang Fugui's hand moved so fast they left afterimages as he shoveled food into his mouth. After tossing and turning all night, his body was like a wildly burning furnace that required massive amounts of carbohydrates and protein to fill the void.

With every movement of his eating, the muscles on Wang Fugui's back and arms rolled like living creatures.

His washed-out white tank top had long been soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body and outlining deep muscular grooves.

Sweat slid down his bulging pectoral muscles and dripped onto the floor.

What radiated from him was an astonishingly concentrated male hormone, filled with ultimate vitality.

It didn't smell like sweat at all, but rather carried a restless scent that could directly pierce through a woman's rational defenses.

The temperature of the entire living room was climbing bit by bit along with his wild eating movements.

Scorpion leaned against the dining room doorframe, her gaze glued to Wang Fugui's rolling Adam's apple.

Those hands, which usually didn't tremble even when holding a knife, were now restlessly clutching the hem of her leather jacket.

Her breathing involuntarily grew heavy, and the fanaticism in her eyes was almost ready to ignite.

"Sister Yun..." Scorpion's voice was as raspy as sandpaper, revealing an undisguised longing. "You said earlier that you plan to give up the low-end market and create 'Male Beauty Haute Couture' for top-tier socialites?"

"Yes." Chen Yun crushed out her cigarette and stood up. "In terms of raw background, we can't compete with the Zhou Family. But in our hands, we hold a trump card that no one else in the provincial capital—or even the whole country—can match. The essence of high-end women's wear isn't selling clothes; it's selling emotional value. And Fugui..."

Chen Yun walked to the dining table and lightly poked Wang Fugui's rock-hard shoulder with her slender finger.

"He himself is the most high-end custom product. I'm going to package his hormones as a product to pry open the wallets of those wealthy wives."

Scorpion licked her dry lips, her gaze becoming increasingly blurred.

"Then... this first piece of 'haute couture,' can I try it out first? I can't take it anymore..."

As she spoke, she unbuttoned the top button of her tight leather jacket, revealing a large patch of snowy skin, looking as if she were about to pounce on Wang Fugui.

Snap!

Chen Yun slapped Scorpion's perky buttocks with a crisp sound.

"Stop being in heat." Chen Yun rolled her eyes at her. "I understand the principle of keeping the good stuff for ourselves. But right now, we need to use Fugui's charm to tear a hole in the blockade set by the Zhou Family. Once the crisis is resolved, you can do whatever you want."

Scorpion let out a muffled groan and rubbed her bottom resentfully, but the obsession in her eyes only increased. For a woman like her who lived on the edge of a blade, a combination of pure martial power and hormones like Wang Fugui was the most lethal poison.

"No!"

Lin Xiaocao suddenly stood up and walked to Wang Fugui's side in a few steps.

She held a clean towel and, with extremely natural and practiced movements, helped Wang Fugui wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck.

As the towel brushed over those burning muscles, Lin Xiaocao's fingers trembled slightly, but her gaze was incredibly firm.

"Sister Yun, I don't understand business, and I know we need money right now. But..." Lin Xiaocao bit her lip, her gaze sweeping over Chen Yun and Scorpion. "Even if it's just an act, we absolutely cannot let those Old Women outside take any real advantage of Brother Fugui. His... his core secrets must stay at home! They can only belong to us!"

By the time she finished, Lin Xiaocao's face was completely flushed, but her chin was held high.

This was her bottom line as the legitimate 'sister' and 'mistress.'

Wang Fugui was swallowing a large piece of braised pork, his cheeks bulging.

Hearing Lin Xiaocao's words, he stopped his chopsticks and turned to look at her blankly.

"Little Grass, what secrets are you talking about? What secrets do I have? I'm just a farmer who's a bit strong."

There wasn't a single stray thought in his clear, bright eyes, only a pure desire for food.

Looking at this face and hearing these words...

The three women in the living room fell into silence at the same time.

An intense urge to pin this man down on a bed and bully him mercilessly rose in all their hearts simultaneously.

He had no idea that his body was a nuclear-level temptation for women!

Provincial Capital, Zhou Family Manor.

Unlike the heat in Imperial View Bay, the air here was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

In a luxurious Western-style study, Zhou Tianhao lay on a mobile hospital bed.

His lower body was wrapped in white bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping through. His kneecaps were fractured, his skin severely abraded; he looked like a dead dog with a broken spine.

"Dad... ah! Gentler!"

Zhou Tianhao roared in agony, the muscles on his face twisting with pain and humiliation.

In front of the study's massive floor-to-ceiling window stood a middle-aged man in his fifties. The head of the Zhou Family, Zhou Boxiong.

He was rolling a pair of expensive walnuts in his hand, making a 'clack-clack' sound.

"Useless thing." Zhou Boxiong didn't even turn his head, his voice cold as ice. "You went to grab a woman and ended up being thrown out like trash. You've lost all the face of the Zhou Family."

"Dad! That laborer named Wang isn't normal! He... he's not even human!"

Whenever Zhou Tianhao recalled that burly figure like a demon god, his body couldn't stop shaking, his legs trembled, and he felt the urge to urinate again.

"Excuses." Zhou Boxiong turned around abruptly, his gaze sinister. "Just a stinking laborer. No matter how well he can fight, can he fight against capital?"

He walked to the bedside and looked down at his son.

"I've already confirmed it. I've strangled all of Shengfa Garment Factory's supply channels and logistics lines. I've also spoken to the banks; they won't be able to get a single cent in loans."

The walnuts in Zhou Boxiong's hand creaked under the pressure.

"I won't use knives or guns. I'm going to make that laborer watch the women around him starve to death. I want him to crawl to the Zhou Family door like a dog, begging me for a bite to eat!"

A flash of frenzied pleasure appeared in Zhou Tianhao's eyes as he echoed through gritted teeth, "Yes! Starve him! And that bitch Lin Xiaocao—when they have nowhere left to go, I'm going to ruin her right in front of that laborer!"

Imperial View Bay.

Chen Yun sat back on the sofa and pulled a document she had printed overnight from her Hermes bag.

"Little Grass, don't worry. I wouldn't want to make Fugui go out and sell his body either."

A shrewd curve formed at the corner of Chen Yun's mouth.

"What we're earning is 'one look and you're hooked' money."

She spread the document open, which listed dozens of names and details.

They were all top-tier wealthy women in the provincial capital.

"Look at this one." Chen Yun pointed to the photo at the top.

The photo showed a middle-aged woman dressed elegantly, but with a gaze that revealed the resentment of a neglected wife.

"Zhao Yulan. The true controlling shareholder of Haitian Textile Group. That's the supplier currently cutting off our largest source of fabric." Chen Yun let out a cold laugh. "Her husband gambles in Macau year-round and keeps mistresses; she's been effectively a widow for eight years. She holds billions in cash flow and spends every day either playing cards or at the beauty salon."

Then, Chen Yun's finger slid down.

"Sun Hong, the wife of the chairman of Datong Logistics. Her husband is impotent. On the surface, she's a philanthropist, but privately she loves to keep 'little fresh meat.' However, those powdered and pampered boys can't satisfy her appetite at all."

Chen Yun looked up, her gaze sharp.

"Zhou Boxiong thinks he can seal off my commercial channels. Then I'll just pierce right through the backyards of these suppliers!"

Chen Yun turned to look at Scorpion, who was currently swallowing hard.

"Scorpion, use the intelligence network you had as an assassin. Within two days, I want to know the daily routines, personal preferences, and favorite clubs of the top ten female moguls on this list."

Scorpion immediately stood up straight, a professional coldness flashing in her eyes.

"Understood. Sister Yun, what do you plan to do?"

Chen Yun took a stack of black-and-gold bordered invitations from a drawer.

The invitations were printed with only a single line of gold-embossed small text: [Absolute Measurement Private Salon].

"Send out the invitations. I'm going to hold a private clothing exhibition." Chen Yun's gaze fell toward the dining room. "No models are needed. Fugui alone is enough to ignite their withered desires from the root."

“Burp—!”

A dull, thunderous burp came from the dining room.

Wang Fugui finally put down the fifth stainless steel basin.

Not a single grain of rice was left.

He stood up and gave a massive stretch.

"Crack-crack-pop!"

Following his movements, the bones throughout his body made a series of sounds like popping beans.

His bronze-colored muscles rippled like waves, bulging in blocks that contained explosive power.

He just stood there, doing nothing, but the intense male aura produced by his surging blood after a full meal expanded outward like a tangible heatwave.

In an instant, it filled the entire space of the first floor.

"Clatter."

The invitations in Scorpion's hand dropped to the floor. Her legs suddenly went soft, and she only managed to stay standing by death-gripping the doorframe.

Lin Xiaocao's face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her eyes looked as if they were about to overflow with moisture.

Even the usually composed Chen Yun felt her throat go dry, and an unspeakable sense of emptiness surged deep within her legs.

This man was simply a walking hormone generator!

He didn't need any techniques; the biological signals radiated by this body alone were enough to make any female completely submit.

"Oh man, I'm finally half full." Wang Fugui rubbed his stomach and turned to Chen Yun with a simple, honest smile. "Sister Yun, what did you say about measurement? I don't know how to make clothes; I only know how to use a sewing machine."

Chen Yun forced herself to take a deep breath, suppressing the restless heat surging within her.

She stood up and walked toward Wang Fugui with enchanting steps.

Walking up to him, Chen Yun tilted her head back, her smoldering gaze locking onto the man's resolute chin.

"You don't need to make them."

Chen Yun's voice was very low, carrying a soul-hooking huskiness.

As if by magic, she pulled a measuring tape from the cabinet behind her, and...

"Fugui, I'll have to trouble you a bit tonight."

Chen Yun's fingertips slowly slid down Wang Fugui's pectoral muscles, her eyes full of allure and charm.

"If we want to catch big fish, the bait has to be perfect."

"Tonight, I'm going to personally 'mold' you and take your measurements to make a limited-edition battle robe."

"Little Grass, Scorpion. Close the door and pull the curtains."

"Tonight, we're going to properly develop this 'haute couture product.'"