RMM -Chapter 290 Do You Have That Medicine?

This hotel belonged to Gu Jiawei, though only a few people actually knew that—and coincidentally, Feng Weijia was among those few.

That’s why he hadn’t dared to bring He Wen charging upstairs. To be honest, he really feared Gu Jiawei.

Everyone said Xi Yuechen was cold, but who knew the truly cold person was actually Gu Jiawei? He was like a coiled viper—hidden, silent—but once he struck, it was utterly ruthless and merciless.

If someone provoked Xi Yuechen, as long as they didn’t cross his bottom line, he wouldn’t care about them. But with Gu Jiawei, even a slight displeasure could unleash a hundred ways to punish you. Anyone who knew Gu Jiawei never dared provoke him.

Still, whether it was lucky or unlucky for Zhou Yunzhen to come to this hotel… that was another question.

Lucky, perhaps, because with Gu Jiawei’s hotel, few would dare cause trouble. With Gu Jiawei as the living “signboard,” who would come here just to stir things up?

But unlucky too—Zhou Yunzhen probably had no idea whose hotel it really was, and, as luck would have it, Gu Jiawei happened to have a connection with Xi Yuechen.

Back at Xi Zi’s full-month celebration, Feng Weijia had already noticed the closeness between Gu Jiawei and Xi Yuechen.

Now that Xi Yuechen’s wife was about to get into trouble, Gu Jiawei surely wouldn’t just stand by.

That was why, even though there could have been a peaceful and quick solution, Feng Weijia wasn’t foolish enough to recklessly charge in, only to have Gu Jiawei “take special notice” of him.

After getting Gu Jiawei’s number, Feng Weijia immediately called, his heart worrying, what if he doesn’t pick up?

Fortunately, Gu Jiawei was in a good mood today, so he didn’t ignore the unknown call.

“Hello?”

Hearing Gu Jiawei’s voice, Feng Weijia quietly exhaled, then said, “Young Master Gu, this is Feng San’er. Here’s the thing—we’re currently at your hotel, and there’s an urgent matter. Could you possibly help us out?”

He spoke respectfully and humbly, getting straight to the point. There was no trace of his usual arrogance. The other party was just too powerful; he genuinely admired him, and besides, he was asking for a favor—what right did he have to be arrogant?

“Oh? Go ahead, tell me. I might be interested,” Gu Jiawei said with a smile, naturally knowing who Feng San’er was. To help, he needed to be intrigued first.

Feng Weijia didn’t expect Gu Jiawei to just comply with one call. He anticipated that Gu Jiawei would ask why—but he wasn’t nervous.

“Su Ruo might be in a little trouble… at your hotel.”

At this point, Feng Weijia didn’t bother sugarcoating. After all, Gu Jiawei was Xi Yuechen’s friend—he should handle it without issue.

Gu Jiawei’s eyes lit up immediately, a broad smile spreading across his face. Just as he was getting bored, here was some entertainment!

Not long after Feng Weijia hung up, someone came toward them.

“Are you Young Master Feng?” The newcomer asked respectfully.

“Yes.”

“Please follow me. Our boss said you may act at your discretion.”

He Wen brightened at this, about to move, but Feng Weijia suddenly grabbed her, turned her around, hugged her tightly to prevent her from turning back, and wisely covered her mouth.

“Mm-mm-mm…” He Wen’s muffled curses barely audible.

“Quiet, that Zhou woman is behind us!” Feng Weijia whispered in her ear.

So He Wen quieted down.

Zhou Yunzhen had just come down the stairs and was walking out, displeased, not noticing Feng Weijia and He Wen at all.

Once she left, Feng Weijia released He Wen, thinking, thank heavens!

Su Ruo’s hands were tied, her feet bound as Zhou Yunzhen exited, and her mouth was taped—exactly like a TV drama.

She was now in the miserable state of unable to move hands or feet or speak.

In her heart, she cursed Zhou Yunzhen as crazy: You go ahead, there will be a time when you suffer!

Zhou Yunzhen was cautious; as she left, she tossed Su Ruo’s bag aside, out of reach, and rifled through her pockets, finding her phone. Su Ruo’s heart skipped a beat—panic rising to her throat.

Watching Zhou Yunzhen turn on the phone, Su Ruo’s heart sank. Out before even starting… must be bad luck!

But unexpectedly, Zhou Yunzhen didn’t change expression at all; she simply turned it off, as if she hadn’t seen anything.

Even after turning off the phone and tossing it aside, Su Ruo could only think: How can she be so indifferent? She must have seen the call history, right?

Could it be… the call had already ended?

At this point, that seemed to be the only possibility.

Su Ruo relaxed a little. Haha, her trusted Duan Wei really didn’t miss a thing—everything was flawless!

After feeling satisfied, Su Ruo became frustrated: tied up like this, when would Duan Wei and the others arrive?

Although she wasn’t really afraid Zhou Yunzhen would succeed in scheming against her, being at the mercy of others was too humiliating.

Just as she thought this, a noise came from the door. Su Ruo’s eyes darkened—how did they come back so fast?

She assumed Zhou Yunzhen had returned, so she sat coldly, not planning to engage.

“Ruo Ruo?!”

Hearing this voice, Su Ruo was thrilled. Such a familiar, dear voice!

“That bitch actually dared tie you up!”

It was He Wen and Feng Weijia, while the hotel staff stayed at the door, silently acting as scenery.

Once He Wen confirmed the person inside was Su Ruo, she ran over, her face ferocious, cursing nonstop.

“Finally, I can speak! Feels so good!”

Su Ruo exhaled deeply after the tape was removed, sighing.

“Wait! Don’t untie me yet.”

Seeing He Wen go to untie her, Su Ruo hurriedly stopped her.

“Why not? Being tied up must be so fun for you, huh?!”

He Wen’s temper flared at the refusal. Bound like this and she wouldn’t let her go? Masochist!

“No, the show’s not over yet. If we expose everything now, all my long-suffering effort would be wasted!” Su Ruo rolled her eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

Feng Weijia asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Look at me. Could I be anything but okay?”

Su Ruo chuckled, then glared sharply at He Wen, not even asking—she already knew He Wen had spilled everything to Feng Weijia. Males, absolutely unreliable!

Seeing Su Ruo’s expression, He Wen felt guilty, shrinking slightly. I didn’t mean to…

“What will you do next?”

Feng Weijia, seemingly ignoring their interaction, asked.

“Of course, repay them in kind. They dared do this to me—disgusting! I have to vent my anger.”

Thinking of Zhou Yunzhen’s plan made Su Ruo feel sick, as if she had swallowed a fly. How had she not realized Zhou Yunzhen was so shameless before? Truly, the worst of human nature is invincible.

“What plan, exactly?”

Seeing Su Ruo gnash her teeth, He Wen guessed, feeling disgusted but curious.

“Forget it, I’ll explain slowly. She just left; we don’t know when she’ll return. We must act quickly.”

Su Ruo looked at Feng Weijia: “Do you have any aphrodisiacs or something?”

“Pfft… cough cough.”

At once, two people in the room choked on their saliva, coughing heart-wrenchingly.

“Ruo Ruo, why do you need that?” He Wen asked weakly.

“None of your business, just watch the show. Feng Weijia, do you have it?”

Feng Weijia’s face turned red—shame and anger. Why would I carry that stuff? I’m not a pimp!

Most importantly, his wife was here. His face turned blacker after blushing. Such a question was too perverse. What if his darling overthought it?

“No? Then why didn’t you bring it when you came here? So stupid!” Su Ruo snapped. Without it, how could she get revenge?

“Haha, Mrs. Xi, don’t worry. I can provide it.”

Su Ruo had just finished scolding them when a voice drifted from the doorway.

All three turned and froze—the unexpected visitor was none other than Gu Jiawei, smiling at them.

“Young Master Gu?”

Feng Weijia reacted first, surprised and slightly disturbed. Why is this guy here instead of minding his own business?

“I heard Xi Yuechen’s dear wife was in trouble, so I came to see if there’s anything I can help with.”

Gu Jiawei walked in casually, smiling at Su Ruo’s posture warmly.

“Uh, Young Master Gu.” Su Ruo forced a stiff smile.

“Just call me Jiawei, like Yuechen does,” Gu Jiawei shrugged. “As for what you asked for, I happen to have some here.”

He was handed a package by someone who quickly retreated.

“Don’t mind me calling you sister-in-law,” Gu Jiawei smiled harmlessly. “Sister-in-law, hope this amount is enough?”

Su Ruo looked at the huge package in his hands—enough to dose ten cows.

“Enough, more than enough,” she continued her fake smile.

“Good. Anything else I can help with?” Gu Jiawei asked warmly.

“No…”

Su Ruo smiled, nearly crying. Of all people, why him? So unlucky!