Chapter Forty-Two: The Angels Strike

“What the hell are you pretending for in front of me? Everyone knows you just want to climb into the top streamer’s bed. Come on, start your live broadcast now, and I’ll send you a hundred Huazi gifts.” Young Master Liu’s breath reeked of alcohol, his eyes full of hostility as he spoke, tugging at Peach.

The origin of Peach’s name was well known. Back when she danced, her live room would swell with tens of thousands of viewers, all spamming ‘666’, and many fans dared not even lift their hands for fear of revealing their guilt. If the top streamer could have her, why couldn’t he? Everyone loved to act pure.

“Young Master Liu, please show some respect for women,” Peach protested.

The other influencers and young men present watched the scene unfold with amusement, but only Jin Yueyun, just returned from the restroom, rushed forward to shield Peach.

“We’re all here to make money, what do you mean I don’t respect you?” Liu’s greedy gaze swept over Jin Yueyun. “What, you want to help her out?”

He slammed a bottle of XO on the table before Jin Yueyun. “Drink it, and we’ll call it a night. Otherwise, neither of you will leave this room.”

Compared to Peach, who had already been claimed by the top streamer, Jin Yueyun was every bit her equal in looks and figure, and with her delicate sweetness, she was simply a prize in any man’s eyes. Liu certainly wasn’t about to miss out.

“What, scared to drink?” Seeing Jin Yueyun unmoved, Liu’s lips curled in mockery. “Weren’t you just acting all sisterly? Now that it’s you, you shrink away.”

“Liu, don’t think a bit of dirty money makes you special. We don’t care for your filthy cash.” Jin Yueyun grabbed Peach and tried to leave.

“Trying to leave?” Liu raised his brow. Two playboys who had been lounging on the sofa watching the show now blocked their way. One of them leered, reaching for Peach’s chin. “Without Young Master Liu’s nod, you’re not going anywhere.”

Crack.

The man slapped Peach across the face, his twisted expression chilling both girls to the bone.

After over a year, Peach seemed used to such treatment. Her cheek swelled, tears hovered at her eyelids, but she held them back.

“How dare you hit her!” Jin Yueyun charged at them like an enraged tigress.

“Wait.” Peach pulled her back, picked up the XO. “I’ll drink.”

She twisted the cap and poured it down her throat.

Jin Yueyun was no match for these men. Charging in would only be lamb to the slaughter.

“You don’t deserve such fine liquor.” Liu snatched the bottle away and poured it over Peach’s head. The liquor soaked her silky hair, streamed down her tear-stained cheeks, and seeped into her clothes. In moments, her outfit clung to her body.

The two men in front swallowed hard, their eyes glued to Peach. Though the details could not be described, their imaginations had already run wild.

“You want to drink? You only deserve this.” Liu grabbed a bucket filled with a dozen beers, dumped them in, and added the premium liquor as well. He bared his teeth, pointing to the bucket. “Drink it and you can leave.”

Even a seasoned drunkard would struggle to escape after downing that.

“Liu, I’m calling the police. I’ll have you arrested!” Jin Yueyun pulled out her phone, but it was snatched away instantly. This only enraged Liu further. He seized Peach by the hair, dragged her to the bucket, and shoved her head inside, shouting arrogantly, “Didn’t you want to drink? I’ll let you drink your fill!”

Peach sputtered and flailed, her fashionable clothes slipping off one shoulder.

“What’s happening?” A waiter outside, hearing the commotion, opened the door and witnessed the blood-boiling scene: Liu yanking Peach’s hair, pulling her upright. Peach staggered, her eyes rolling back, suffocated and dazed, her limbs limp as if boneless, collapsing weakly.

And still, someone gripped her hair, her body uncontrollably leaning toward her tormentor.

“What business is this of yours—” Smack. The foremost playboy slapped the waiter across the face. The waiter covered his cheek and, without a word, quietly closed the door.

Liu grew even more brazen, his aura swelling with dominance, as he turned his gaze back to Peach.

Gulp.

His throat burned with desire.

She was too alluring.

Her silent, jade-like beauty, half-parted lips exuding unspoken charm, the wet clothes shrouding her body only ignited the most primal urges.

Liu threw Peach onto the sofa with savage force.

“Liu, I’ll call the police, you… please… Young Master Liu… don’t…” Jin Yueyun tried to rush to Peach’s aid, but was restrained by the two men. Watching Liu’s eyes burn with greedy lust as he approached Peach step by step, Jin Yueyun was already sobbing uncontrollably.

In this moment, her heart was dead, hatred for Liu mingled with self-loathing. If only she hadn’t dragged Peach to this party, none of this would have happened.

Jin Yueyun collapsed to the floor, whispering weakly, “God, Heaven above, Seraphim, I beg you, someone, anyone, stop this demon.”

“Haha… You think this is a movie? Praying to God and Heaven?” Liu sneered at Jin Yueyun. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you soon. I won’t play favorites, haha…”

“You… you devil. One day, someone will bring you down…”

Liu unbuttoned his shirt, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over, as if this were the funniest joke in the world.

He was Young Master Liu.

His father was Liu Wenhong, and in Linhai, the Liu family’s slightest movement could ruin countless lives.

How could he not be arrogant?

Who dared take him down?

“Haha, I’m curious myself. Who could possibly bring me down…”

Liu’s wild voice hung in the air.

Suddenly, a golden card embedded itself in the floor before him, with a line of scrolling text:

Take one more step and I’ll make you a eunuch.

“Damn it, who’s messing with me?” Liu angrily kicked the card, which flashed in midair and vanished—it was only a 3D projection.

“I am.”

Ye Qiu’s cool voice came from the doorway.

At some point, Ye Qiu had opened the door and stood there silently.

“Little chubby girl, if I hear you slander me again, I’ll spank you.”

Jin Yueyun rubbed her eyes, disbelief giving way to overwhelming relief and joy. She broke free from her captors, ran to Ye Qiu, and clung to his arm, pleading desperately, “Angel, I’m the little chubby girl. Whatever you say goes. Please, save Peach!”