Chen Zhihan found the noise irritating and promptly hung up the call.
To her surprise, the other end called back almost immediately. She simply powered off her phone and tossed it onto the sofa, not wanting to draw any attention that might remind people of Nan Sangning’s disappearance.
“Should we go upstairs to check?” her assistant whispered.
Chen Zhihan smirked coldly. “Let’s wait another hour. What’s the rush?”
Nan Sangning needed to suffer enough before being exposed—naked and humiliated—alongside Du Yao.
That would be truly satisfying!
The shame Nan Sangning had inflicted on her would be repaid a hundredfold.
——
At Huiyao Corporation.
He Siyu had just finished work and was preparing to leave the office.
He had sent Nan Sangning a message, but she hadn’t replied. Assuming she was busy socializing and hadn’t seen it, he decided to call her, intending to pick her up for dinner.
After all, the Chen family patriarch’s birthday celebration was just a formality. The Nan family had already paid their respects—there was no need for her to linger there all evening.
But when he called, the line was abruptly disconnected.
He Siyu frowned at the sudden end of the call. Had she hung up on him?
He dialed again, only to hear the automated voice: “The number you have dialed is currently switched off.”
His expression darkened. She had been texting him just ten minutes ago—now she had vanished, her phone turned off.
A sharp sense of alarm shot through him. Without hesitation, he rushed to the elevator, descended to the garage, and sped toward Poyuan Hotel.
——
Poyuan Hotel, top floor.
With a soft ding, the elevator doors slid open. A hotel attendant supported Nan Sangning as she stumbled out.
“Miss Nan, we’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer,” the attendant reassured her.
Sangning didn’t respond, still leaning heavily against her, seemingly disoriented.
The attendant guided her to a room and stopped. Suddenly, Sangning’s eyes snapped open. “Is this the place?”
The attendant startled, taken aback by her sudden clarity. “Y-yes, this is the room…”
Sangning pushed her away and straightened up, her voice icy. “Then you can leave now.”
The attendant gaped. “B-but…”
Sangning shot her a glare so sharp it sent chills down her spine. “What? Would you like me to invite you in?”
The attendant recoiled, shaking her head frantically. “N-no, of course not!”
She turned and fled.
Her job was done—she had delivered the person. There was no way she’d stick around.
Sangning watched her go with a cold stare before raising her hand and knocking on the door.
It swung open almost instantly. “She’s here?!”
Du Yao yanked the door wide, his face twisted with lecherous anticipation.
The next second, he let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Clutching his eyes, he staggered back.
Sangning sprayed his face relentlessly with pepper spray.
Du Yao howled, his eyes burning as if on fire. “Nan Sangning, you bitch! You dare spray me again?! I’ll fucking kill y—AHHH!”
Before he could finish his tirade, another scream tore from his throat. Sangning pulled an electric baton from her bag and jabbed it into his side without mercy.
“AAAAHHH—!” Du Yao convulsed violently before collapsing to the floor like a twitching fish, nearly unconscious from the shock.
Sangning tossed the baton aside, stepped over his writhing body in her five-inch diamond-studded heels, and strode into the room.
Du Yao’s agonized screams echoed behind her, but she remained utterly composed.
Her gaze swept the room before landing on a golf club.
Perfect.
She picked it up, testing its weight in one hand before dragging it lazily behind her as she approached Du Yao.
Standing over him, she smiled. “You seem very interested in me.”
Du Yao writhed on the floor, still clutching his eyes. “Y-you’ll pay for this… I swear, I’ll—”
She tightened her grip on the club, raised it high, and brought it down with brutal force.
THWACK!
“AAAH!”
——
Pei Songhan had just stepped off the elevator when he heard the scream. He sprinted toward the source, skidding to a halt at the doorway—only to see Nan Sangning swing the golf club down onto Du Yao’s body with terrifying precision.
Du Yao shrieked in agony, curled into a fetal position.
Pei Songhan’s eyes widened in shock. He could hardly believe the scene before him.
Sensing his presence, Sangning looked up. The usual softness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a razor-sharp intensity that sent a chill down his spine.
Pei Songhan stiffened, his throat tightening. “Miss Nan.”
She relaxed her stance, smiling politely. “Mr. Pei. What brings you here?”
“I… was just passing by.”
“I see.”
He clearly wasn’t involved with Du Yao, so she dismissed him and turned back to her prey.
She raised the club again and struck.
“HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!” Du Yao’s cries were pitiful now, stripped of all bravado.
Sangning pressed the club against his chest, looking down at him with icy disdain. “Who are you begging for help?”
“Y-you… please, spare me…” Snot and tears streaked his face, his earlier arrogance obliterated.
She slid the club up to his eye, her voice soft but deadly. “If you ever let your filthy gaze linger on me again, I’ll carve your eyes out myself.”
Du Yao whimpered, his bladder nearly giving way from sheer terror.
Disgusted, Sangning tossed the club aside and turned to leave.
Pei Songhan remained frozen in the doorway, still processing what he’d witnessed.
Every time he’d seen her before, she had been poised and gentle. This was a side of her he’d never imagined.
She nodded politely as she passed him. “Mr. Pei.”
Just like that, she was back to her usual self.
Pei Songhan finally snapped out of his daze and stepped aside. “What… happened here?”
Sangning walked past him without breaking stride. “Just a personal matter between Mr. Du and me.”
Her tone was distant—she owed him no explanation.
Pei Songhan seemed to piece things together, his expression darkening. But before he could speak, the elevator dinged again.
A frantic voice rang out. “Nan Sangning!”
He turned to see He Siyu charging down the hallway.
He Siyu grabbed Sangning’s wrist, his voice urgent. “Are you okay?!”
She blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “I’m fine.”
Her gaze dropped to his hand on hers. After a brief pause, she pulled free.
He Siyu’s hand hovered awkwardly in the air.
Another pained wail came from the room.
He turned to see the wreckage inside—Du Yao still writhing on the floor, clutching his face.
He Siyu’s expression turned murderous. “Did he try to hurt you again?”
Sangning nodded. “I already took care of him.”
Without hesitation, He Siyu strode into the room. Du Yao, mistaking him for salvation, gasped out, “H-help me… my eyes… I’m in so much pain—AAH!”
He Siyu seized him by the hair and slammed his face into the dresser.
“You’ve got a death wish, you piece of shit?!”
