Chapter 107: Sin and Devotion

After finishing these tasks, Peng Min placed her phone back on the tea table in its original spot. She stood up and paced back and forth in the living room for a few moments, glancing toward the bathroom before heading to her own room.

Inside the bathroom, Huang Yu was completely unaware of what was happening in the living room. After a relaxing bath, he felt all his fatigue melt away, and even the gloom left by Li Jia’s departure seemed to lighten somewhat. There is a miraculous remedy in this world—time—it can heal all wounds.

Huang Yu rose from the bathtub. Thanks to his regular workouts and balanced diet, his physique was perfectly proportioned, nearly flawless. After drying himself and dressing, he stepped out into the living room.

The coffee table was laden with various foods and drinks, giving the impression of a small gathering. Huang Yu was completely taken aback by the scene before him.

“Brother Huang Yu, you’re finally out! If you don’t come out soon, I’ll start eating first,” Peng Min said with a bright smile as she opened a bottle of champagne and poured two full glasses, spotting Huang Yu emerge from the bathroom.

“I’m not hungry. I’m going back to my room to sleep,” Huang Yu replied, frowning slightly at the scene before him. He picked up his phone and prepared to leave.

“Don’t! I know you’re upset about Li Jia today, but keeping it all inside must be so hard. At times like this, alcohol is a good thing—it helps you forget the unhappy moments, if only for a while,” Peng Min hurried forward, grabbing his arm and urging him.

Huang Yu discreetly freed his arm from her delicate grip. He had no interest in drowning his sorrows in wine. To him, alcohol was merely a numbing agent. If drinking could bring Li Jia back, he would drink endlessly—but sadly, that was impossible.

“Please, Brother Huang Yu. I’m heartbroken too, so sorrowful I can’t sleep. That’s why I wanted to drink with you,” Peng Min pleaded, tears welling in her eyes before she quietly began to sob.

There is nothing that softens a man’s heart faster than a woman’s tears, the most potent weapon of all.

“All right, just drink with you a little. It’s no big deal—stop crying,” Huang Yu said, unable to bear seeing her so upset, gently wiping away her tears.

Hearing this, Peng Min’s tears slowly ceased. As Huang Yu turned to sit down, a sly smile briefly flickered across her lips before vanishing.

They ate and drank together. Perhaps because of Li Jia’s death, Huang Yu found himself unable to stop after just one glass, drinking one after another. Eventually, his senses grew blurred, drowsiness washed over him, and he fell asleep.

Although he occasionally drank, he had never been drunk before, let alone lost consciousness and fallen asleep.

Peng Min shook Huang Yu several times, but he did not wake. She knew he was truly asleep. In fact, she had slipped a sleeping pill into one of the bottles beforehand. The pill’s origin was a coincidence—it came from Li Jia’s parents. When she had taken some leftover drugs from them, she had grabbed it along with the others, never expecting to use it on Huang Yu so soon.

“Perhaps this is fate’s design,” Peng Min thought coldly, staring at the deeply sleeping Huang Yu.

She rose and walked to the kitchen, retrieving a kitchen knife before returning to stand beside Huang Yu.

Looking at him peacefully asleep, she murmured fiercely, “Huang Yu, don’t blame me for being ruthless. It’s because the big boss behind that drug den turns out to be your father that I want him to taste the pain of losing a loved one.”

Raising the knife, she was about to end his life.

But just as she was about to strike, Huang Yu turned in his sleep, tears flowing from his eyes as he muttered in a dream, “Jia, I miss you. How could you leave me alone like this? Don’t worry, once I avenge you, I’ll come find you. Remember to wait for me.”

The raised knife froze mid-air.

Hearing his dream words, Peng Min’s eyes instantly reddened as she shouted, “Why should you, the son of a drug lord, receive such a good education, live in such comfort, and love someone so deeply? That person, like a celestial goddess, loves you back. Why do you deserve all this?”

She dropped the knife, memories flooding her mind, and she wept bitterly.

After an unknown length of time, her tears finally subsided.

Looking at Huang Yu’s still handsome and charming face, a new thought took root in her heart: “I will destroy you, utterly destroy you.”

She struggled to move Huang Yu onto her bed in her room. Then she rummaged through her luggage, finding two vials of concentrated drugs obtained from Li Jia’s parents.

With a syringe, she injected one vial directly into Huang Yu’s vein.

“I’ll make you experience what happened to Sister Li Jia. You always said you loved her—surely you won’t mind going through the same ordeal,” Peng Min said, tossing the syringe aside as she looked at him.

Afterward, she shook him gently until he was half-awake. Then she drank a small bottle of aphrodisiac—a standard item for ladies like herself, meant for entertaining guests.

But she didn’t swallow it herself. Instead, she turned and kissed Huang Yu, letting him ingest the potion.

Perhaps because she had consumed some of the potion herself, a flush rose to her cheeks. Slowly, she began removing the few garments she wore.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window.

Huang Yu awoke groggily, his head heavy and dizzy. Yet in his dream, he had been with Li Jia, sharing a blissful first night.

“Could it have been a visitation dream from Li Jia? But it felt so real,” he thought, squinting against the sunlight.

“Where am I?”

As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he realized something was wrong. This was not his room but Peng Min’s.

“Could it be…” The gravity of the situation struck him immediately.

It wasn’t just the unfamiliar room—he felt a soft body clinging tightly to him beneath the covers, skin smooth and bare.

He also realized he was naked, exposed without a stitch of clothing.

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