Yao Qinghu cared only about his children. He had only one son, Yao Zhihao. Although he was no good and even got involved with his father's women, Yao Qinghu would never do anything to him. However, it was different for his daughters. He had six daughters, and one of them, born to Wu Zhishao—who had an affair with Yao Zhihao—was named Yao Baiyu. Only seventeen years old, she had already blossomed into a great beauty with an incredibly fine figure.

She was a beauty indeed, but Yao Baiyu's spirit was not so beautiful. At a young age, she was exceptionally malicious. Last year, a high school male classmate accidentally bumped into her during a PE class and angered her.

She didn't flare up at the time, but behind the scenes, she had Yao Zhihao deal with that boy. It is said that during the bitter winter, someone cornered that boy in a secluded dead-end alley and poured ice water over him, bucket after bucket, five in total. No one knows exactly what happened, but one could imagine the outcome. In sub-zero temperatures, having ice water poured over him, the boy must have been frozen solid!

The malice in her heart and the ruthlessness of her methods were simply appalling.

This villa was bought by Yao Qinghu for Wu Zhishao and her daughter. After purchasing the villa, he came to have a look in person, and since then, he never visited again. Yao Zhihao, on the other hand, was a frequent visitor here. However, he had not been here for a month, and Wu Zhishao was extremely lonely, like tinder soaked in gasoline, and as for Yao Zhihao, he was also full of youthful vigor.

Once they came into contact, they immediately ignited in passion.

All this was witnessed by Wang Xiaoqiang, hidden from their view. Watching the two of them unite, Wang Xiaoqiang felt tormented. However, he had no time to think about such things now. He was out for revenge.

Wang Xiaoqiang made rounds inside the villa, inspecting everything. In a bedroom on the first floor, a girl lay on the bed. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, heavily made up, with her hair disheveled, her young face radiating a seductive charm and the languor typical of a mature woman. At the moment, she was curled up on the bed reading a magazine.

However, the noises coming from the master bedroom disturbed her peaceful heart and furrowed her brow. The incessantly escalating sounds irritated her, and amidst this irritation, she felt an uncontrollable urge. Her thoughts finally drifted away from the magazine. Her right hand, let go of the magazine…

In the past, she would often resort to self-comfort, but she never consented to have relations with boys. Firstly, she considered herself superior, looking down upon those around her. Not a single boy caught her interest. Secondly, her father was strict. Girls from the Yao Family weren't allowed to have relations with boys before the age of twenty, or they would be punished. The punishment wasn't severe—just withholding the monthly allowance of 100,000 yuan and also the mother's monthly living expense of 300,000 yuan. This meant that the mother and daughter would have to fend for themselves from then on.

The punishment might seem lenient, but no daughter of the Yao Family dared to be with a man before reaching the age of twenty.

Yao Qinghu was fond of women, treating them as playthings, but that did not mean his daughters could be playthings for men. Even if there were feelings involved, it wouldn't be allowed. In the end, it was a kind of pathological mentality.

Wang Xiaoqiang discovered that the villa's security system was quite comprehensive. The villa had a large yard, almost a thousand square meters in size, with flowers and grass growing inside. In the villa lived private security guards, housekeepers, and gardeners... all signs of luxury and extravagance.

Yao Zhihao and that young woman, having crossed the line, were beyond control...

Meanwhile, Yao Baiyu, unable to bear the noise coming from the second floor, walked out of the villa. There was a large garden in the villa, where the elderly gardener was watering the plants. As Wang Xiaoqiang was heading toward the living room, he saw through the surveillance feed that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, Yao Baiyu, having just pleasured herself, had come out with a flushed, moist face—presumably after an episode of self-comforting. She walked up to the gardener with a deeply sullen look, suppressing immense rage, and without saying a word, she slapped the elderly gardener across the face: "I told you to water the plants. Any other time would have been fine, but you chose to do it while I was sleeping. I'll destroy your face…" The elderly gardener was stunned by her unprovoked attack; he watered the plants at the same time every day, so why had it caused such trouble today? The sound of the watering wasn't loud; it shouldn't have been heard inside the house. Clearly, this was a case of a master taking out her unhappiness on a servant.

The gardener was well aware of the young mistress's temper; he had often seen her hit the housemaids and even curse at the security guards by the door. As for himself, a gardener, he was no stranger to her scoldings. The maids and security guards would cycle in and out every so often, but since he was old and feared he couldn't find a job elsewhere, he never dared to resist. Besides, he relied on his meager wage to support his daughter at university and his sick partner. So long as the family wasn't too outrageous towards him, he endured. But now, the young mistress had laid her hands on him!

Even so, he didn't dare get angry or resist because a month's salary was still with the family; he didn't want to lose that sum of over a thousand yuan.

In truth, the sound of the gardener watering couldn't reach inside the house. Yao Baiyu was simply venting her irritation on the gardener. Her half-brother, from her father's side, was blatantly carrying on a debauched affair with their mother, making such loud noises in the middle of the day. She had just gotten to sleep in the morning after attending a friend's birthday party all night, when she was awoken by her mother's cries. She felt both shame and anger; at her age, she couldn't stand those sounds...

Finally, Yao Baiyu broke down. She leaped out of bed, intending to go upstairs to stop them, but she didn't have the courage. She dreaded witnessing the scene and feared the impropriety of such an awkward situation. In fact, it wasn't the first time she had discovered the affair between her brother and mother, although she always pretended not to know. However, they were previously discreet about their encounters, held at night without much noise. This time they had chosen broad daylight, and they were unbearably loud, never ceasing!

Unable to confront them upstairs, she could only go outside to vent her frustration on the servants, and that's when she encountered the elderly gardener and took out her anger on him.

Watching the young girl's imperious demeanor and the aged gardener's silent suffering, Wang Xiaoqiang felt both anger and pity. He truly wanted to slap that high-handed girl and knock out her sharp teeth, but that would blow his cover. A little patience was needed for the bigger scheme, so he held back and immediately activated his skill converter to check the girl's identity. To his surprise, the name displayed wasn't what he expected; instead of being Yao Zhihao's woman, she was Yao Baiyu.

Yao Baiyu, Yao Qinghu...

It couldn't be clearer: Yao Baiyu must be Yao Qinghu's daughter. Moreover, there was something else that proved this: the girl named Yao Baiyu was still a virgin. If she had been Yao Zhihao's woman, she definitely wouldn't be.

After reaching this conclusion, Wang Xiaoqiang felt an urge to avenge the gardener and himself. His eyes fixed on Yao Baiyu's delicate figure. He couldn't help but notice—despite her youth, the girl's natural Wumei and physique were quite attractive...

Just then, Yao Baiyu finished her tirade and cursed the gardener once more as a "stupid pig" before turning to go back inside.

Wang Xiaoqiang followed her in. He saw Yao Baiyu return to her room, enter a bedroom, without locking the door but just latching it, then poured herself a large glass of red wine. She downed it in one gulp, poured another large glass, and drank that too. Afterward, she wadded up a couple of tissues, stuffed them in her ears, and collapsed onto the bed, trying to sleep with a thin blanket over her head...

Seeing this, the invisible Wang Xiaoqiang immediately entered the living room and approached Yao Baiyu's bedroom. Then he gently turned the doorknob and pulled open the door. The noise was soft, and with tissues stuffed in her ears, Yao Baiyu didn't hear a thing. Wang Xiaoqiang slipped inside and noticed the wine bottle and glasses on the nightstand, and beneath the thin blanket, a person curled up in bed.

Wang Xiaoqiang wasn't sure if Yao Baiyu was asleep. He tiptoed to the nightstand and examined the wine bottle, which had English writing. He didn't recognize a single word as he hadn't focused on his studies, but he was a bit thirsty. Quietly, oh so quietly, he poured himself a glass...

As he poured, his eyes vigilantly watched Yao Baiyu on the bed, but seeing no sign of her stirring, he relaxed, drank the wine and found it tasted good. Although he wasn't fond of this kind of wine, he could drink it when thirsty, and it appeared to be a high-quality brand with a rich aroma. He poured himself another glass, sipping and observing the person curled up on the bed, finishing off the glass without leaving a drop... (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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