RMM -Chapter 293 Harming Others Ultimately Harms Oneself

Things were now falling into place naturally.

Not long after, Zhou Yunzhen’s phone rang. Su Ruo saw it was an unknown number, and of course knew who it was. She was excited—finally, the male lead was about to make his flashy appearance.

“Hello?” Su Ruo answered the call.

She didn’t even hear what he said before a flash of disgust crossed her eyes. Frowning, she coldly replied, “Yes. Come up directly to Room xxxx on the 18th floor.”

After hanging up, Su Ruo scoffed, “I wonder where Zhou Yunzhen found such a thug.”

Without even seeing him, Su Ruo already had a general impression of this person Zhou Yunzhen had specially chosen.

Crude in speech, sleazy in tone, and with a voice that was unbearable to listen to—what kind of respectable person could this be?

To think Zhou Yunzhen actually values me enough to send someone like this…

Not daring to dawdle, the group quickly headed toward the room. The male lead was already downstairs; the situation needed handling, and Zhou Yunzhen’s bag needed to be put back.

“Jiawei, he’s here. Let’s leave for now,” Su Ruo said.

She now called Gu Jiawei by name smoothly, no longer feeling any restraint. In front of this master, she had no image to maintain—so why bother holding back? Break the pot and let it shatter.

Hearing someone had arrived, Gu Jiawei’s eyes flickered with interest. Nodding, he followed them to a corner and quietly listened.

Soon, a man’s voice echoed down the hallway:
“Damn, she’s gorgeous. Never thought I’d get to stay in such a luxury hotel, with a beauty as company. Heh heh.”

His voice was quiet, likely muttering to himself. Hearing such a vulgar, sleazy tone, Su Ruo knew instantly this was the man from the call.

The corridor was carpeted thickly; normally, footsteps would be hard to hear. If he hadn’t spoken, Su Ruo, Duan Wei, and He Wen couldn’t have known he was approaching.

“xxxx, this is the room!”

After confirming the room number, the man glanced at the half-open door, a bit puzzled. Then he realized—this was probably the little beauty leaving the door ajar for him!

Before he could even react in excitement, he heard Zhou Yunzhen inside the room moaning seductively. A series of sounds left him dumbstruck.

She was so damn inviting, and he hadn’t even entered yet! His face flushed red with excitement as his hands trembled while pushing open the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Once he was inside, the others waiting outside came out from the corner, their faces showing a mix of emotions as they looked at the closed door.

Zhou Yunzhen—this was all your arrangement. You’ve only brought this on yourself. Hopefully, when you come to your senses, you won’t be too traumatized.

“All right, let’s go,” Su Ruo said. There was nothing left to fear. He had already gone in; nothing would stop this now. Besides, Zhou Yunzhen was probably already suffering from the effects of the drugs, likely not fully conscious. If nothing happened between the two of them, it would be a waste of heaven, earth, and the masses.

“Okay, fine,” He Wen nodded in agreement.

With the man inside, there was no point in staying. Who cared to watch Zhou Yunzhen’s live erotic show anyway? Better to go home and sleep; as long as Zhou Yunzhen was “taken care of,” that was enough.

The three, along with Feng Weijia, decided to leave. Gu Jiawei, uninterested in staying, accompanied them toward the elevator.

As they walked, Su Ruo felt conflicted. This master had seen the whole scene—should she give an explanation?

But how could she explain? “Jiawei, sorry for the family embarrassment…”? No, Zhou Yunzhen wasn’t some ordinary relative to apologize for. She was just a failed seductress.

Maybe call it “natural disaster”? Su Ruo felt a headache coming on. She wanted to tell Gu Jiawei, “Don’t take it seriously; just laugh it off.” As a friend, she shouldn’t let him feel embarrassed.

But looking at Gu Jiawei’s smiling face, Su Ruo couldn’t say a word. Don’t be fooled by his friendly smile; it hid authority. He wouldn’t allow anyone to question him—she could sense the subtle dignity beneath that smile. This was a smiling tiger.

Su Ruo realized Gu Jiawei’s kindness was due to Xi Yuechen’s presence. Understanding that, she let go of her earlier thoughts.

“Fine, let it be,” she thought. “The chief will handle it himself.”

Gu Jiawei didn’t take the same elevator with them, claiming he had matters to attend to. Regardless, they bid him farewell.

“Thanks for today. Sorry for troubling you, and… I hope you won’t laugh at me,” Su Ruo said, smiling lightly, a little embarrassed.

“No problem, just a small favor. After all, I know Xi Yuechen a bit. If anything happens, you can call me,” Gu Jiawei said with a courteous smile, exuding the air of a gentleman. Su Ruo felt reassured; he didn’t seem malicious. Even if he laughed at the chief, he wouldn’t broadcast it.

Though he claimed only a slight acquaintance with the chief, Su Ruo knew their bond was likely deeper. After all, he was the chief’s only friend, and a man of decent character.

Confident in Gu Jiawei’s reliability, Su Ruo relaxed in the elevator, letting out a breath and thinking of Zhou Yunzhen.

Clicking her tongue, she imagined the scene inside the room—passionate, wild. It made her feel oddly excited.

Still, she worried about her son at home. She had been out for so long; Xi Zi must be missing her.

Watching Zhou Yunzhen’s antics could wait. Better to go home and comfort her son.

Inside the room, the man had never met Zhou Yunzhen in person—they had only communicated via phone, unaware that the room’s occupants had been swapped.

Upon entering, he saw Zhou Yunzhen naked on the bed, her body toned and alluring. Her movements, flushed face, and damp hair clinging to her cheeks made her irresistibly seductive.

The drug’s effects had her moving desperately, trying to relieve herself. Her left hand fondled her chest, while her other hand explored downward. Every motion was raw, unrestrained, and tempting.

The man’s arousal surged at the sight—she was intoxicatingly erotic, a woman he couldn’t resist. All impulses converged, and he lunged onto her.

Zhou Yunzhen, writhing in pain and overwhelmed by the drug, felt a brief relief from his touch. Her instinctive reaction drew him closer, his rough hands exploring her, and soon he violently claimed her body.

She froze, a mixture of pain and pleasure on her face. Her innocence, preserved for over twenty years, was taken abruptly and brutally.

Gu Jiawei, watching through the surveillance feed, smiled coldly. No matter how wild the scene, his expression didn’t change, as if he were watching an ordinary movie.

How were the two in the room recorded? That was thanks to Gu Jiawei.

Earlier, when Su Ruo and Feng Weijia had left, the two people who arrived were Gu Jiawei’s men. They installed four pinhole cameras around the bed, covering every angle. Then two professionals adjusted the filming, creating a full cinematic effect—wide shots, close-ups—the works.

Watching the feed, Gu Jiawei’s expression brightened with pleasure. He picked up his phone and called.

“Yuechen, I have a surprise for you.”