A Divine Farmer

Chapter 256 - You Guys Are in Big Trouble!

“No?” Fong Zihao burst into laughter. “I've never been told I can't. The women I've been with are usually urging me on, telling me to come quickly, to give it my all. I imagine those words would sound even more captivating coming from you.”

“Despicable!” Chu Wenwen tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn't tolerate such degradation.

Fong Zihao was unfazed by her insult. “Chu Wenwen, whether or not you've slept with that so-called farmer is irrelevant to me. Now, I'm giving you another chance. You can either willingly keep me company, or… considering I brought you here, do you really think you have a chance to escape?”

“Fong Zihao, do you realize what you're doing?” Chu Wenwen, though frightened, forced herself to remain steady. “You're committing a crime!”

“Oh, am I? Thanks for the heads-up, but…” Fong Zihao continued to smirk, “Who would believe you, though? I could simply have my way with you and then leave you dead here…”

Chu Wenwen's face turned ghostly white at his words, which only made him laugh harder. “Relax, sweetheart, I'm not that heartless. I was furious when I heard about you and some farmer, but seeing your face again, I find myself liking you more and more. I couldn't bring myself to harm you. And I never kill; being with women should be a joyous thing. Murder would just spoil the fun.”

His words did nothing to ease Chu Wenwen's anxiety. She knew there had to be more to his story, and it was far too soon to feel relieved.

“However, while I have no desire to kill you, if you're completely uncooperative, then the game loses its appeal. Letting you go would tarnish my reputation. What to do?” Fong Zihao mused as if to himself.

The driver who had deceived Chu Wenwen chimed in eagerly, “Young Master Fong, I have a suggestion. There's a drug here. If Miss Wenwen takes just two pills, she'll become incredibly eager. Even if you tried to push her away, she'd cling to you, begging for more. Why not give it a try?”

Chu Wenwen's face grew increasingly distressed as she realized that Fong Zihao had orchestrated the whole situation. The thought of taking that drug and its unthinkable consequences filled her with dread.

“This is a good plan. Once Miss Wenwen has taken the medicine and softened up, make sure to record plenty of videos of her. We can savor them later or, if I'm feeling generous, share them online for everyone's enjoyment,” Fong Zihao said with a smirk. “Imagine the spectacle of the pristine fairy everyone adores, desperately pleading for a man's attention. What a sight that would be.”

“Fong Zihao…” Chu Wenwen's voice shook, whether from rage or fear, it was hard to tell. “I'll never let you succeed, not even if it kills me!”

Chu Wenwen valued her reputation dearly. Even when life had brought her to her lowest point and Zhang Xiaolong offered her an advertising gig, she held firm to her principles, refusing to participate in anything she deemed inappropriate.

The fiend before her knew this all too well and aimed to shatter her public image.

If she were to consume that drug, the ensuing debacle would be farcical. She had just begun to reap the rewards of her hard work, having become the ethereal Ms Fairy in the public eye, only to risk tumbling down into disgrace.

But it wasn't just her reputation at stake; her body was on the line too. If she took the drug, the ludicrous scenes Fong Zihao fantasized about could become a reality. After coveting her for so long, he was unlikely to back down now.

Even without the hyperbole, the mere release of such a video would lead people to believe she was desperate for fame, flaunting herself to seduce him. And even if she went to the police, it would likely lead nowhere.

Considering the Fong family's influence, she stood no chance of gathering evidence.

Her phone had already been discarded by the driver, leaving her utterly without resources.

“Ah, Miss Wenwen, you seem quite upset. Even in anger, you're stunning—I knew I wasn't wrong about you. But the angrier you get, the more I'm curious to see you on your knees begging me. Will you look just as lovely then?” Fong Zihao signaled the driver with a glance, and the man promptly approached.

In his grasp was indeed a small vial containing tiny granules that resembled miniature demons.

Chu Wenwen, of course, had no intention of meekly swallowing the pills. She tried to flee, but escape was not so simple; Fong Zihao had her cornered.

The driver approached with a malicious grin. Though he couldn't have her for himself, he took pleasure in aiding Young Master Fong's conquest. And if fortune favored him, should Young Master Fong fail to satisfy the drugged woman, he was more than willing to lend a hand.

Backed into a corner, Chu Wenwen frantically tore something from her head.

It was an exquisite hairpin she was to wear at her concert that evening. She had been trying it on and hadn't removed it. Now, it became her chosen instrument of self-destruction.

“Fong Zihao, if you push me further, I have no choice but to die here!” she declared, pressing the sharp end of the hairpin to her throat.

Fong Zihao hadn't anticipated such defiance from Chu Wenwen. He paused briefly before smirking, “Go ahead, die then. But have you considered what you're giving up? After years of struggle, you've finally seen a glimmer of stardom. To throw it all away now, isn't that a waste?”

He was convinced she was merely bluffing. Who would choose death after enduring so much and finally glimpsing the promise of fame and a better life?

“This is all your doing,” Chu Wenwen retorted, her voice seething with anger. “Even in death, I won't forgive you!”

Enraged, Fong Zihao spat out, “I will have you today, dead or alive!”

Realizing further words were futile, Chu Wenwen lifted the hairpin and thrust it toward her throat with force. If it struck true, it would be the end.

But after a tense moment, no pain came. Perplexed, she opened her eyes to see why.

Chu Wenwen suddenly realized that her hairpin hadn't fallen; instead, it was caught in someone's hand.

Her heart plummeted, despairing at the thought of not even being able to find escape in death. The idea of being violated by the man next to her filled her with dread, yet from somewhere deep within, she mustered the strength to raise her knee and aim for his groin.

Crack!

A strong hand firmly caught her knee, and a gentle voice followed, “Wenwen, you're still quite the fighter, aren't you?”

At the sound of that voice, Chu Wenwen felt as though she was waking from a nightmare. She looked up to find, to her relief, that it wasn't Fong Zihao beside her. Tears streaming down her face, she lunged into the man's embrace, “Xiaolong, I'm terrified…”

“Don't be scared, I'm here for you,” Zhang Xiaolong reassured her, patting her shoulder gently before turning a stern gaze toward Fong Zihao and his companion, “You two are in serious trouble now.”