"Additionally, the rumors about Rong Lan are spreading like wildfire online. Reporters and fans are swarming outside the company. So even speculate online that it’s related to you, saying you abandoned him, causing his heartbreak and pushing him towards suicidal thoughts."
Qin Miaomiao furiously burst out, "Screw that nonsense! Control the narrative and don’t let anyone exploit this for trouble. Top priority is finding him!"
If that bastard Rong Lan really dared to kill himself, she’d personally finish him off first!
The captivating boss walked in. Zhou Shu’s gaze froze on her, his face gradually reddening, and his speech turning slightly stuttered.
"Qin... President Qin, it’s nothing... I’ll... I’ll take my leave now."
While leaving, he couldn’t help but glance back several tis.
The boss flicked his hair, deliberately altering his voice to a sharp feminine tone: "Young Madam, your employees sure are adorable."
Qin Miaomiao shot him a serene look. "You’re a man. Stop ssing with innocent boys. Speak—did you find him?"
"With on the case, how could I not find him?"
"Where?"
The boss smiled seductively, squinting his eyes. "The Den of Indulgence."
The Den of Indulgence, as the na suggests, is a place where n lose themselves in wild pleasures. It boasts the most beautiful strippers, the strongest drinks, and anything money can buy can be found here!
When Qin Miaomiao entered the establishnt, if not for the boss and Little Fourth guarding her, she figured she might have been devoured by the crowd!
The lewd stares made her extrely uncomfortable. This place was nothing like Sifang City, where at least so rules applied. Here, there were none.
On the surface, Qin Miaomiao appeared calm and composed, exuding a strong aura. But inwardly, her heart was pounding a bit nervously.
"Uh, Boss, Little Fourth, are you sure you can handle the situation here?"
The boss lowered his voice and said, "Relax. Judging by looks alone, I outshine you. They’ll co for first, not you."
Qin Miaomiao: ...
Why did that feel less reassuring and more like she was being overshadowed?
So what if you’re gorgeous? You’re a man! A man, okay?!
"Didn’t Lu Qing ntion sending Little Third to protect too? Where is he?"
Little Fourth said softly and eerily, "He’s been here the whole ti."
Qin Miaomiao tensed up imdiately. "Where? Where?!"
The boss whispered an explanation, "Little Third is known for being elusive. His mastery of the Eastern Ninja Technique is unparalleled. Since I appeared beside you, he’s already been lurking nearby. He won’t reveal himself unless you’re truly in danger."
Qin Miaomiao was dumbfounded. This sounded... absurdly fantastical—what the hell, Eastern Ninja Technique? What is he, a character from Naruto?
She didn’t buy it!
Grumbling under her breath, she walked into the Den of Indulgence. Everywhere she looked, there were won swaying their hips in seductive dances, stripping, while drunken n got cozy with them and stuffed them with cash.
A man with no sense of decency made the mistake of targeting the boss, reaching out his hand toward him.
Then, she heard a clicking sound. The man’s scream was stifled before it could escape, as a blade as thin as cicada wings pressed coldly against his neck. Even in his drunken state, the fear shocked him sober!
The boss smiled sweetly. "Try coming closer, and I’ll kill you."
The drunken man bolted from fear. This enchanting "woman" was absolutely terrifying!
Qin Miaomiao gave him a thumbs-up. "Boss, you’re oozing dominance—you could rule the whole underworld."
Moving further inside, the air grew heavier, and the haze of smoke made it difficult to breathe. This was a dangerous place where people could easily lose their way.
In a dimly lit corner, Qin Miaomiao finally found Rong Lan, cozying up with two won.
The blaring, chaotic music around made her ears ache. Qin Miaomiao coldly observed Rong Lan, who noticed her as well but remained indifferent, acting as if she didn’t exist.
He let the won coil around him like snakes.
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