I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 408 Quick-witted_1

Chapter 408: Chapter 408 Quick-witted_1

"No problems?" Tang Yuchan filled out the form, asking back with a tone of incredulity.

Feigning deep concentration, she gritted her teeth and hissed, "Chengyu said all the girls here have been sent off to the venues!"

"For real?" Shen Dong’s face changed in an instant.

He hesitated, worried they wouldn’t catch a handle, but now that the handle was delivered right into their hands, there was no reason not to take it!

With thoughts of good karma in mind, Shen Dong looked up and after scanning the area, he repeated an old trick, "Sis, I need to use the bathroom."

"Jeez, you’re such a pain." Tang Yuchan glared at Shen Dong and then turned to ask the receptionist, "Miss, where’s the bathroom, please?"

"Go upstairs, turn left, and you’ll see it. It’s quicker to take the stairs," the receptionist naively informed, unwittingly giving everything away.

Shen Dong and his companion went upstairs shadily, and immediately noted a row of doors; no need to think twice, these were definitely the live-streaming rooms—broadcasting via video in this day and age was retardedly common.

Tip-toeing, Shen Dong snuck up to a door, lifted his head, and—wow...

Gorgeous indeed!

This was the unregulated era of live streaming—spaghetti straps and black stockings under a translucent sun-protective garment, occasionally posing seductively, flashes of allure now and then barely concealed.

"I think..." Fueled by curiosity, Tang Yuchan squeezed over, itching to have a look.

Was this the kind of show just anyone could watch?

Shen Dong quickly pushed Tang Yuchan away with the back of his hand, "Don’t look, just get Chengyu to call the cops!"

Just then, a roar erupted from downstairs—it was Huang Shan’s voice, "What’s this ruckus? How could you let them wander off?"

That was followed by the sound of clattering high heels and the receptionist’s stream of apologies.

Upon hearing this, Shen Dong quickly gestured upstairs, "Get upstairs, fast!"

The two dashed upstairs, only to find another row of live-streaming rooms along an impossibly long corridor.

Some doors were ajar, others wide open.

As Shen Dong passed an open room, he glanced back at the closed doors, figuring that the open ones were likely unoccupied by streamers. He dragged Tang Yuchan into one and hid.

"Hide under the bed!"

Thanks to their petite statures, they crawled under the bed one after another, curling up in the corner like shrimps.

With heads against the wall and the computer desk at their feet, they were decently concealed.

"Chengyu, Chengyu, have you called the cops?" Shen Dong hastened to ask into the phone, straightening the bedsheet.

Then came a crude shout, "You lot go upstairs, the rest of you come with me."

Shush!

Shen Dong gestured for silence, quickly dimming his phone screen and deliberately facing the lit screen upward, sticking it to the bed slat.

"Hey! What are you doing, get out, out!" Presumably, a bodyguard had barged into a girl’s live-stream, and was promptly driven out.

Next, a man’s voice resisted, "Don’t hit me, don’t hit me, did you see any strangers?"

"Didn’t see anyone..."

Shen Dong’s heart pounded furiously; the voices were too close...

Just as he grappled with indecision, Shen Dong suddenly felt a tug at his sleeve.

Tang Yuchan, slender and petite, curled under the bed, pulled out a bottle of hair gel and a can of pepper spray from her bag, passing one to Shen Dong.

Just as Shen Dong reached out to take the hair gel, a pair of leather shoes approached.

Through the gap in the bedsheet, he could only see the shoes and the glaring white socks, not daring to make a single move with clenched hands gripping the hair gel, ready to squirts it in the intruder’s face and bolt, drawing the wolves away if they indeed lifted the bedsheet.

"Idiot, check that bedside table too. Go on, hide, I want to see you do it," mocked a young voice, followed by a bang as a cupboard door presumably slammed shut.

Suddenly, the bed trembled.

The white-socked youth sat on the bed, bouncing a few times before speaking in a mischievously sly tone, "These women make easy money, not to mention the perks. This bed is so soft. Speaking of which, do you think Huang and his guys have something going with these girls?"

"Nonsense, always going out to socialize, each of them dressed to the nines and returning in a drunken stupor. How could they possibly be clean?"

"Don’t know what they’re thinking either, with a perfectly good right arm and leg, why insist on doing this."

Shen Dong’s heart nearly stopped.

"Hurry and search!"

With that shouted command, the bedsheet closed again.

Shen Dong took a deep breath, his soul nearly leapt out of him in the moment of light.

Listening as the footsteps grew more distant, Shen Dong turned and whispered in Tang Yuchan’s ear, "Once we’re back, we have to thank the gods of fortune, prosperity, and longevity. This was close... too close."

Tang Yuchan hummed like a mosquito, unavoidably there was some physical contact due to their proximity.

Shen Dong hadn’t even noticed these details, as he inched deeper in, carefully flipping his phone to message Zhou Chengyu. He’d barely typed a character when a tumultuous uproar came from outside, "Police are here, quick, get dressed!"

"Faster, faster!"

The urgent knocking and the flickering shadows of leather shoes raced past one another.

Shen Dong thought, these people, frantic as ants on a hot pan, probably wouldn’t bother looking for him. He turned on his phone’s recording function and, gathering his courage, crawled out.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yuchan, seeing this, hastily stopped Shen Dong.

"Recording, it’s not clear enough."

"You’re crazy..."

"Hey, who’s over there?"

Cursing his own folly for emerging, Shen Dong hid the gel and greeted the newcomer with a forced grin.

The newcomer wasn’t old, looking to be about seventeen or eighteen.

As he approached, Shen Dong struck back with a jet of the gel.

This stuff, sprayed in the eyes, could be crippling. The young man immediately clutched his eyes, screaming.

That scream...

In a panic, Shen Dong grabbed a keyboard from the computer desk and struck him with it.

The young guy let out a whimper and fell to the ground.

Shen Dong was elated and aimed to rush to the door, but was blocked by two men.

"Kid, trying to hide?"

The pair approached, cracking their knuckles, ready for a fight.

"No, no, big brother, do you want a smoke?" Shen Dong spoke while taking out half a pack of White Pagoda cigarettes from his pocket and offering them with a smile.

The two young men took advantage of the situation, acting arrogantly triumphant, "Pretty slick there, but sadly, I don’t smoke anything less than twenty bucks."

Shen Dong was parched, but he moistened his lips and forced a smile, "Don’t mind the cheap smokes, I’ve got a fancy lighter, see..."

While he talked, the two youths looked down without thinking.

In that brief moment, Shen Dong sprayed with his left hand, the gel, while striking the lighter with his right, aiming directly at the youths.

With a whoosh, the gel transformed into a flamethrower, and a flame over a half-meter long leapt onto the two of them.

The dry southern air and their clothes helped the flame along—made of silky material, the sort that catches fire and drips oil.

Scorched, the two shouted in pain and ran out, patting the flames on their bodies.

Bang!

Shen Dong quickly locked the door and noticed a wooden mop in the corner. Eyeing the electric breaker, he had a flash of inspiration.

He swiftly flipped the breaker and dismantled the circuit’s protective cover above the switch, grabbed the exposed wires, and yanked hard. In those days, wires were typically on the outside, protected by carved wooden panels.

With that pull, plaster and wooden boards fell away rapidly.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yuchan suddenly appeared from under the bed.