CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80 TRAP 6_1

"What a pity. Is she really mute?"

A few beauties, hearing the commotion, also came over and surrounded Yan Xixi, chattering amongst themselves.

They had initially been very hostile towards her. But because she was a "mute"—and people tend to sympathize with the vulnerable—the animosity in their eyes clearly vanished, replaced entirely by curiosity.

Since Yan Xixi was already considered a "mute," she decided to feign ignorance completely, letting the women chatter on as she simply glanced around.

This sight only deepened her fear; many of the couples she had seen when she first entered had now swapped partners, embracing different people.

Furthermore, the gorgeous women were all scantily and suggestively dressed.

Russian roulette!

At that moment, the dreadful term almost crushed her. Her legs began to wobble, nearly giving way.

The short, stout man’s gaze remained fixed on her pale back and slender curves. A gulping sound could be heard from his throat as he leaned in and whispered, "Third Master, you better keep your word... Even if she’s mute, I want her..."

"HAHAHA..."

Yan Xixi feigned indifference towards the women, but she was actually paying close attention to Wan Donglin’s every move. Hearing the short, stout man’s whispered words, she instantly understood. Wan Donglin was already tired of me! He was getting married and saw me as an inconvenience, a burden to be discarded before the wedding. But before doing so, he intended to use me for one last trade to gain some other benefit. This wasn’t uncommon in wealthy circles. And historically, the beauties wouldn’t refuse either—after all, they also needed to find their next benefactor. This short, stout man was the ’next benefactor’ Wan Donglin had found for me.

The group of beauties saw her merely smiling foolishly without a word. Her smile was also very stiff, truly resembling the mannerisms of a deaf-mute. Receiving no response, they quickly lost interest and dispersed.

Yan Xixi breathed a sigh of relief. She saw Wan Donglin walking towards her, offering a glass of wine with a wide smile. "Xixi, have a drink too."

She suspected the wine was drugged; how could she dare drink it?

She brought it to her lips, pretending to take a sip, then suddenly clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain as she let out a low moan.

Wan Donglin frowned. "What’s wrong?"

Her voice was almost inaudible; she conveyed her distress mostly through her eyes. "I don’t know... I have diarrhea... It hurts so much... I need to go to the restroom first..."

"How could you have diarrhea? What did you eat?" he frowned. But seeing the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, a clear sign she was in considerable pain, he said at once, "Go quickly. I’ll get some medicine for you..."

"No need... I’m going to the restroom; I might be a while..."

"Hurry up and come back. I’ll wait for you."

She strode towards the restroom. Just as she neared the door, she glanced back, and what she saw terrified her completely—among the crowd, a girl as beautiful as a flower was surrounded by several men, giggling. She recognized the girl; it was the one she had first seen swinging on the red velvet swing in Wan Donglin’s golden house!

Just as I’d thought, Wan Donglin brought all the women he discarded to this Ecstasy Den to be dealt with. And he still expected me, Yan Xixi, to bring him one last benefit from this transaction!

Yan Xixi rushed into the restroom, found an adjacent small lounge, and hurriedly locked its door.

She leaned against the door, which she had bolted, her heart pounding wildly.

Beside the lounge was a large garbage bin, filled with discarded cleaner’s uniforms.

Without a second thought, she immediately pulled out a set, ducked into a stall, and frantically removed her evening gown. She then put on the cleaner’s uniform, mussed up her hair, and haphazardly donned a cleaner’s cap.