My gorgeous wife
Chapter 87 - 71: Beating Up the Wantian Group’s People

Chapter 87: Chapter 71: Beating Up the Wantian Group’s People

By the time Lin Xiaoxiao had gotten dressed and came out, she saw that Li Chen was already standing at the door.

"What are you dazed for? Aren’t you going to save someone?" Li Chen said with a frown.

Lin Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and, without saying anything, followed Li Chen out.

Although this brother-in-law liked to bicker with her, he really did have grace and courage when it came to important matters.

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Emperor Heaven Hotel could be said to be the best hotel in Linchuan City, a true luxury five-star hotel, where a slightly better suite costs

two to three thousand a night.

Room 1024.

A portly middle-aged man looked at the locked bathroom, his face growing somber, the other party had been inside for such a long time now,

this shouldn’t be the case.

Just then, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, and the middle-aged man’s heart was finally put at ease.

The door opened, and a face full of drunken charm yet beauty appeared; this girl was Mo’er, who had just phoned Lin Xiaoxiao.

Seeing the middle-aged man before her, a flicker of fear crossed Mo’er’s eyes.

"Mo’er, have you sobered up a bit?" the middle-aged man hurried over, his face squeezing out a smile through folds of fat.

"No, not really," Mo’er said, shaking her head vigorously, as if to clear it, but to no avail.

She had been at the bar, where this middle-aged man had plied her with drinks, and then she found herself drunk and brought here in a daze.

When she sobered up slightly, Mo’er realized her predicament and called her friend, Lin Xiaoxiao, under the pretense of using the restroom,

thankfully she had luckily remembered the room number when she walked in being carried by the man, otherwise she would have been truly done for.

Xiaoxiao, you must come.

All Mo’er could do was pin her hopes on Lin Xiaoxiao.

"Let’s go to bed and rest," the middle-aged man’s smile was full of fat as he stepped forward, supporting Mo’er, trying to lead her to the bed.

Mo’er struggled a bit, trying to push the man away, but he was very strong, and she was drunk with a blurred consciousness, and simply couldn’t push him away.

"Let, let go of me," Mo’er gasped out.

"Hey, Mo’er, I’m just trying to help you," the middle-aged man’s eyes flickered with a sense of triumph.

The vigor of a young girl was so appealing, thought the middle-aged man with heat in his eyes, he loved these young females.

"Tonight, you’re mine," he said in a low voice by Mo’er’s ear, chuckling.

"No, don’t," Mo’er said softly, but this was not enough to stop the middle-aged man’s determination to have his way.

"Don’t be shy, Mo’er, I’ll take you to the heights of pleasure," the man laughed.

Mo’er was anxious inside, but she had no means to fend for herself.

The middle-aged man suddenly bent down.

"The scent of a young girl is always so unique," the fat on his face seemed to tremble with excitement; the middle-aged man felt he couldn’t control himself any longer.

"No, don’t, you smell bad, so disgusting," Mo’er tried to resist.

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard this, then burst into laughter, "Then I’ll take a shower first, Mo’er, you just wait for me."

The middle-aged man entered the bathroom, and the sound of running water started, as he quickly began showering.

Seeing him enter the bathroom, Mo’er struggled to sit up and made her way to the room door.

Although she stumbled every other step, and her vision was blurry with dizziness, she managed to walk.

Opening the room door, Mo’er stepped out into the corridor, chose a direction at random, and tried to flee.

But the middle-aged man’s shower was quick, taking roughly a minute to finish.

"Little Momo, here I come."

Every fold of fat on his face trembled, but when he came out, he saw no one, which left the middle-aged man taken aback, then his expression turned to anger.

Damn it, has his prey managed to escape?

He dashed out of the room, scanning left and right. He immediately spotted a white figure who had just turned the corner.

He chased after her and found the fleeing Mo’er.

"Dare to run from me?" the middle-aged man cursed loudly, grabbing Mo’er by her hair.

"Ah!" Mo’er cried out in pain as the middle-aged man grabbed her, hoisting her up, and headed back to the room.

"Please, just let me go," Mo’er sobbed.

"Let you go?" the middle-aged man sneered, "There’s no escape; you were born to serve me."

"If you make me happy tonight, otherwise, I’ll post about this to your school’s forum!" he said coldly.

Mo’er felt desolated, wondering how there could be such people in the world.

"I beg you, let me go," Mo’er’s voice was laced with tears.

The middle-aged man, seeing Mo’er cry, revealed a twisted smile, "You wait, I’ll make you cry enough later, dare to run from me?"

"Don’t, please don’t," Mo’er’s tears began to flow.

The middle-aged man looked at Mo’er, eyes blazing with heat.

"I beg you, please spare me," Mo’er struggled and resisted, but suddenly, the middle-aged man slapped her face and said, "Stop squirming, you’re ruining my mood, I’ll shoot a video and put it online!"

Frightened by this threat, Mo’er immediately dared not make a sound, only whimpering quietly.

The middle-aged man, seeing Mo’er quiet down, smirked inwardly, having bedded at least dozens of young girls, and thought he couldn’t handle her?

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man said irritably, frowning and turning towards the door.

The doorbell kept ringing incessantly; the middle-aged man got off the bed, preparing to answer it. If it was a staff member daring to disturb him, he was determined to have them fired.