95: Come to my office

A glint of surprise mixed with greed quietly lit up in the Factory Director's Wife's well-maintained eyes, growing more intense by the second.

Her gaze wandered unabashedly over Wang Fugui's naked, steaming upper body, from his broad shoulders to his rock-solid chest and then to his well-defined abdominal muscles.

This was no body for a mere porter; this was clearly a male beast lurking within the crowd.

"What are you all gathered here for! Do you not want your jobs anymore?!"

She finally spoke, her voice carrying the authority of someone long in a high position, yet with a hint of imperceptible flirtatiousness, instantly breaking the deathly silence in the corridor.

The onlookers were startled awake by this scolding and pulled back their heads, not daring to look any longer.

Liu Big Head saw his savior arrive and scrambled over, clutching the Factory Director's Wife's lower leg and wailing.

"Madam! You must seek justice for me! Wang Fugui... relying on his brute strength, he was not only fooling around with two women in the bathroom but also trying to silence me forever!"

The Factory Director's Wife kicked her leg in disgust, but didn't shake him off. She merely looked down at Liu Big Head's tear-and-snot-covered face, then glanced at the disgusting mess in the men's restroom.

"Gathering to cause trouble, using foul language—Liu Big Head, your bonus for this month is gone."

Her voice carried not a hint of warmth.

Liu Big Head was completely stunned; he hadn't expected the madam to react this way.

"Madam, it wasn't me... it was them..."

"Drag him out."

The Factory Director's Wife didn't care to hear any more of his nonsense and waved to the security guards nearby.

Two security guards immediately stepped forward, hoisted the still-protesting Liu Big Head, and dragged him away like a dead dog.

The corridor fell silent instantly.

Wang Fugui slowly released his hand from the back of Liu Big Head's head. The violent killing intent triggered by the drug had mostly subsided during the confrontation and venting just now, leaving only a post-boiling exhaustion.

The Factory Director's Wife took elegant steps, her slippers clicking as she walked up to Wang Fugui.

She wasn't tall; standing before the iron tower that was Wang Fugui, she only reached his chest.

She raised her hand, her slender, fair fingers adorned with bright red nail polish.

"Little Wang, look at you, you're soaked through. How careless."

While her words were caring, her hand naturally brushed against Wang Fugui's chest, under the pretext of helping him wipe away the water droplets.

As her cool fingertips touched his burning skin, the Factory Director's Wife let out an almost imperceptible moan.

So hot.

So firm.

Her fingers lingered on his hard pectoral muscles, which rose and fell slightly with his breathing, full of explosive power.

"Young man, having a lot of vigor is a good thing."

The Factory Director's Wife lowered her voice even further, carrying a greasy hint of suggestion.

"But you must also be mindful of the impact. I won't pursue what happened just now. However... I feel it's necessary to talk to you privately about some details regarding production safety."

She lifted her still-charming face and gave Wang Fugui a meaningful smile.

"Come to my office later; we'll have an in-depth chat."

Just then, the faint sound of fabric rubbing together was heard.

"There's no need to trouble yourself, Madam."

Chen Yun had emerged from behind the broken doorframe at some point, wrapped in that dirty shower curtain, revealing only her pale but still beautiful face.

She shielded Wang Fugui behind her, striking a protective pose as she smiled and faced the Factory Director's Wife's probing gaze.

"Fugui just accidentally got soaked by me and caught a cold, so his mind is a bit muddled. We'll handle it ourselves."

Two women—one seductive to the bone, the other as cold as ice—their gazes collided in the air, sending off silent sparks.

Chen Yun's subtext was clear: This man is mine.

The Factory Director's Wife narrowed her eyes; she naturally understood Chen Yun's underlying meaning. She glanced once more at the tall figure behind Chen Yun and ultimately chose not to cause a scene there.

"Is that so? Then take good care of him."

She withdrew her hand and turned to leave, throwing back one last remark.

"Don't let him... get any sicker."

Having said that, she swayed her hips and left, surrounded by a group of security guards.

Not until the sound of high heels clicking on the floor completely vanished around the corner of the stairs did Chen Yun's body go limp, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Lin Xiaocao also poked her head out from behind, patting her chest with lingering fear.

"That fox spirit... no, that old fox spirit!"

Wang Fugui felt lightheaded at this moment. Although most of the wicked fire in his body had been expelled by that kick and the cold sweat, the embers remained, burning through his limbs and leaving them weak and sore.

"Come on, back to the dormitory."

Chen Yun gritted her teeth, stood up straight again, and with Lin Xiaocao on either side, they supported the weak Wang Fugui and returned miserably to Dormitory 301.

Bang.

The door was slammed shut, cutting off everything from the outside world.

Wang Fugui was thrown onto the floor mat by their combined effort. He panted heavily; though his mind was much clearer, his body was still burning hot.

The room was deathly quiet.

After the life-and-death race and the public humiliation just now, both Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao were too exhausted to speak.

They glanced at each other.

In each other's eyes, the original sharp hostility had vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex and indescribable understanding.

A realization that they had to join forces in the face of a common enemy.

Whether it was Liu Big Head from before or that predatory Factory Director's Wife just now, they both clearly realized one fact.

Protecting this man was not something one person could do alone.

"Phew..."

Chen Yun let out a long breath, walked over to Wang Fugui, and reached out to feel his forehead; it was still terrifyingly hot.

She stood up, closed the door, and even locked it from the inside.

She turned around and looked at Lin Xiaocao, who also had a solemn expression, her voice raspy yet exceptionally firm.

"The big fire is out, but the coals inside are still burning."

Her words made Lin Xiaocao's heart tighten.

"What wasn't finished in the bathroom just now must be finished."

Chen Yun said, word by word.

"Otherwise, when he wakes up tomorrow, this residual poison will flare up again, and he'll be even crazier then."

This time, Lin Xiaocao didn't ask "how" again.

She just silently walked to the other side of the floor mat and looked at Wang Fugui, who was frowning slightly in pain. On her small face, still streaked with tears, appeared a look of desperate resolve.

To save him.

And also... to prevent the stray cats outside from getting a taste.

"You take the left, I'll take the right."

Chen Yun gave the simple instruction.

This time, there was no panic, no struggle—only an eerie calm and a clear division of labor.

Wang Fugui felt himself falling into a bizarre dreamscape.

In the dream, he was still trapped in that scorching hell, but this time, two clear springs gushed in from both sides simultaneously.

One carried the crispness of orchids and the greenness of a young girl, clumsily washing over his tense muscles. Those cool little hands, though lacking technique, brought a heart-soothing tenderness.

He lay on the floor mat, his body unable to move, but his senses were magnified countless times.

Two completely different, yet equally extreme experiences.

The pain was receding, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.

As the last trace of the drug's power was completely released, Wang Fugui felt as if something within his body had shattered at that moment.

He could hear the security guard yawning at the end of the corridor, the rustling of leaves blown by the night wind outside the window, and even the long breaths of Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao due to exhaustion.

His world became incredibly clear.

That brute force that had once made him lose control now became incomparably docile, as if it had become an extension of his arms, allowing him to control every bit of strength at will.

He... seemed to have become stronger.

Amidst this wonderful sense of transformation, extreme exhaustion finally hit, and Wang Fugui fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight shone through the window.

Wang Fugui snapped his eyes open, feeling refreshed.

He looked down and saw Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao on either side of him, curled up in disarray, having fallen fast asleep from exhaustion.

Chen Yun's gorgeous face now bore a hint of weariness, her brow slightly furrowed in sleep. Meanwhile, Lin Xiaocao used his arm as a body pillow, clinging to him entirely, sleeping so soundly she was almost drooling.

A warm current welled up in Wang Fugui's heart, and he carefully tried to pull his arm out.

Just then, he felt a hard card pressing against him from under the pillow.

He reached out in confusion and pulled it out.

It was a black card with gold-stamped edges, cool to the touch.

On the card was a line of delicate, gold-stamped characters.

Kaiyue Hotel, 8808.