The painted depiction of a hanged ghost in colorful attire was undoubtedly eerie, terrifying, and sinister.
Such a painting, if hung on a wall, would surely make anyone who saw it feel a sense of unease.
Especially at night, if one were to suddenly see it, even the bravest person would jump in fright.
But what if this painting were tattooed on the back of a beautiful woman?
It would be a collision of extreme beauty and extreme ugliness, suddenly blooming with the most evil charm!
No one could resist it.
This was the effect Chu Yazhi desired.
She smiled with satisfaction and asked, "How long will it take to finish?"
Designer Wang pondered for a moment. "A week."
"Good, then we'll start today."
Chu Yazhi nodded and looked out the window, "I wish this week would pass quickly."
The following week—
For Chu Yazhi, it passed slowly, each day feeling like a year.
But for Li Qianfan, it felt like the blink of an eye.
This was because he was busy.
The two new production lines he had ordered arrived at the company on the day Li Wujiang left Qingyun.
Li Qianfan considered these two production lines as the beginning of his venture to establish a career after settling in Qingyun, and to strive to no longer be a kept man, so he naturally attached great importance to them.
Without needing Old Su to urge him, he changed into work clothes, put on a safety helmet, picked up a wrench, and entered the workshop to install them alongside the technicians.
The installation and debugging took a full week.
Even on Saturday and Sunday, Li Qianfan arrived early and left late, working on the front lines.
Su Ziyu felt heartbroken—
And even more so, he complained, "Stop saying your mother-in-law is rich. Even if your mother-in-law were a real beggar, with me earning money, why would you be afraid of not being able to support you?"
That statement was too much of an insult to Li Qianfan's masculine dignity!
Today was Monday again.
As the golden sunset once again dyed the western sky red, Old Su, who had only "supervised" with his hands behind his back each time he went to the workshop during the past week, became energetic.
He wanted to lead the hardworking technicians to have a good meal at a fancy restaurant.
As for whether his son-in-law would go—
The son-in-law does the work, and the father-in-law takes the credit, was there anything wrong with that?
Of course not.
Li Qianfan stood at the entrance of the workshop, watching Old Su, accompanied by his beautiful secretary, walk towards a nearby restaurant for a celebration, and suddenly felt envious of him.
To live to Old Su's level was undoubtedly a success.
However, thinking of his doting mother and his increasingly clingy, mature wife, Li Qianfan felt that he was the true winner in life.
*Ding dong, ding dong*, the phone rang.
It was Boss Pāipāi.
Li Qianfan picked up the phone and heard her voice, as if she were dying, "Dad, turn 180 degrees, and look up."
Li Qianfan immediately turned 180 degrees and looked up.
Zi Yu Fashion's workshop and Pāipāi Fashion's office building were about thirty meters apart on the west side.
Li Qianfan saw Dai Pāipāi at the third-floor window, wearing a white work shirt and a black hip-hugging skirt, gesturing provocatively at him from the window.
Oh.
She was dancing gracefully.
She kept sticking out her tongue and pursing her lips.
She truly displayed her unique seductive charm to the fullest.
"Tonight, let's go out and relax?"
Boss Pāipāi's slender stiletto heel rested on the window glass, and her voice was still that of someone gravely ill, "Let's go to Zhizhi's club, Zhizhi and I will dance for you, and brush your teeth."
Damn it.
When did dancing get combined with brushing teeth?
However, it was indeed tempting—
Li Qianfan said righteously, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"I understand, that's enough."
As Dai Pāipāi chuckled flirtatiously, she heard a *click* from the door behind her.
She was about to turn around when she saw Wang Mingshuai's gloomy face in the glass reflection.
She took out a cigarette, deftly put it in her mouth, as if she hadn't seen Wang Mingshuai standing behind her.
Still with her dying voice, she spoke to Li Qianfan, dozens of meters below, "Dad, are you coming?"
"No, I have to go home. Installing the production lines these past few days has worn me out."
Li Qianfan also saw Wang Mingshuai walk up behind Dai Pāipāi.
Although he didn't take Old Wang, this poor soul who was less than twenty days from reporting to the Western Heaven, seriously.
He still didn't want to flirt with his wife in front of him.
After all, Master Qianfan was not Chancellor Cao!
Waving goodbye, Li Qianfan ended the call decisively and quickly headed towards the parking lot below the dormitory building.
Going home to be with his wife and persuading her to grant him free use of her portrait rights was the priority!
After watching the little Mini drive out of the neighboring company's compound, Dai Pāipāi let out a long sigh.
She turned around, still ignoring the furious Wang Mingshuai, and quickly walked towards the lounge.
It was time to get off work.
She had to "work" elsewhere.
"Bitch, how dare you ignore my existence!?"
Wang Mingshuai suddenly reached out, grabbed her hair, and violently slammed her against a nearby cabinet.
Ah!
As Dai Pāipāi hit the corner of the cabinet, her left leg felt a sharp pain, as if pricked by a needle.
But she didn't care.
She didn't even get angry.
Instead, she smiled charmingly and lightly parted her red lips, "Cap King, do you want to ask me out tonight?"
Cap King!
For a husband, what greater humiliation could there be than being called Cap King by his wife and asked if he wanted to go out tonight?
"Bitch, you're looking for death!"
Wang Mingshuai's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, and his right hand, holding something, was raised sharply.
"Try daring to touch me again."
Dai Pāipāi didn't dodge, but stared fiercely at Wang Mingshuai and asked in a harsh tone.
Wang Mingshuai's right hand immediately froze in mid-air.
"Spineless coward."
Dai Pāipāi sneered, deliberately bumped him with her shoulder, swaying her hips alluringly, and walked into the lounge.
As she changed out of her work clothes, she checked the spot where she had hit the cabinet corner.
It was bleeding.
Like being pricked by a needle.
"Cap King, spineless trash, a total idiot."
Dai Pāipāi pressed the spot with her finger, confirming that this minor injury was not a problem, then cursed softly and took out a pair of new black stockings from her bag.
*Clang!*
Wang Mingshuai stormed out, slamming the office door shut with a loud bang.
This was also a normal reaction.
Dai Pāipāi didn't care at all.
But she didn't know—
Wang Mingshuai hurried back to the general manager's office, looked down at the miniature syringe in his hand, and smiled sinisterly, "Bitch, you and your lover don't have many good days left to live!"
Ten nights ago.
Wang Mingshuai was beaten black and blue by Lin Zi and Hu Zi in the parking lot of Zhizhi Club in the provincial capital.
Not only was he beaten badly, but he also paid an additional 100,000 yuan in medical expenses to Lin Zi and the other two.
Old Wang felt so wronged—
Who would have thought that a certain gigolo would gain the favor of the big boss of Zhizhi Club and publicly stand up for him?
Fortunately, Lin Zi was very professional.
After beating up Wang Mingshuai, he still handed over the 209 virus that Wang Mingshuai had requested.
Along with a finely designed syringe.
The quantity of the virus was only three milliliters.
When ambushing someone, one only needed to hide the miniature syringe in their hand, and the moment of contact would achieve the desired outcome.
Lin Zi had made it very clear.
The 209 he sold to Wang Mingshuai was a super-mutated AIDS virus.
Ordinary AIDS viruses have a blocking period of 24 hours, or even 72 hours.
This means that once a patient realizes they have been infected, they can generally escape danger by using blocking medication within 24 hours.
209 was different.
Its blocking period was only a mere 150 minutes, two and a half hours.
Within these two and a half hours, if the patient does not block it in time, even the Great Immortals of Da Luo couldn't save them.
Lin Zi also said that while ordinary AIDS viruses can have a latency period of up to a year, 209's latency period is only 72 hours.
After 72 hours, the virus would erupt completely!
If patients contracted ordinary viruses, with the help of medication, they could still live for three to ten years.
But after 209 erupted, even if the patient ate an immortal pill, they would only last for three to six months.
Of course.
Lin Zi also said that the 209 virus had a characteristic that ordinary AIDS viruses did not possess.
That is, the virus would "recognize its owner."
If the patient's own immune cells could fuse with the 209 virus, they would not only not die in a short period, but male patients would become more handsome and female patients would become more beautiful.
More handsome!
More beautiful!
Endlessly—
But when the patient could no longer withstand the rapid replication of 209, at a certain moment, they would silently turn into a pile of ashes.
However, such patients recognized by 209 were considered one in a million!
"Pāipāi the bitch cannot be one in a million."
Wang Mingshuai sat in his executive chair, lit a cigarette, and prayed devoutly, "I hope she has an affair with Li Qianfan tonight."
The rapid transmission of the virus through blood and promiscuity was also one of the greatest characteristics of 209.
Another new day.
As the morning sun shone brightly, Dai Pāipāi arrived at the company.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Wang Mingshuai, and a hint of flirtatiousness instantly lit up her eyes, almost driving him mad.
Wang Mingshuai's face was grim, "Bitch, did you sleep with Li Qianfan again last night?"
"Yes, for a full slap's worth of time. Alas, I barely slept. But my whole body is filled with boundless energy."
Dai Pāipāi sighed faintly, slung her small bag over her shoulder, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and gracefully walked past Wang Mingshuai in the stilettos she had changed into in the car.
Wang Mingshuai's eyes, like those of a viper, stared intently at her retreating back. After she disappeared around the corner of the office building, he smiled.
A smile of great relief, "It's good that you slept, it's good."
"Li Qianfan is definitely infected and will eventually die. But before he dies, he can infect Su Ziyu."
Wang Mingshuai suddenly thought of something, narrowed his eyes, "Su Ziyu is so beautiful, and importantly, she's getting richer because Guangming Hospital is about to be demolished. Wouldn't it be a shame if she died just like that?"
"Most importantly, she is Li Qianfan's wife."
Wang Mingshuai's mood inexplicably became excited, "Li Qianfan helped me, worked hard to take care of Pāipāi the bitch. So, why can't I help take care of Su Ziyu after he's gone? This is called retribution for kindness!"
Wang Mingshuai was immersed in inexplicable joy for the entire day.
As the sky gradually darkened.
"Su Ziyu, you will repay Li Qianfan's debt!"
Wang Mingshuai, who had been waiting for dark, raised his hand, gently patted the table, opened his drawer, and took out a newly purchased mobile phone.
A new phone, a new card.
He found a contact in his frequently used phonebook and quickly dialed.
Su Ziyu's phone rang *ding-dong, ding-dong*. She was in the kitchen "instructing" Li Qianfan on making dinner.
Saying "instructing" was actually just causing trouble.
Li Qianfan was showing off his knife skills.
She, however, insisted on hugging his waist from behind, resting her rounded chin on his shoulder, and constantly chattering, "Your wrist strength is insufficient, and your speed is not fast enough, which causes a significant amount of vitamin loss when the blade cuts through the yam."
Li Qianfan rolled his eyes, "Here, take the knife."
"What kind of attitude is that?"
Su Ziyu's face fell, "With that attitude, do you still want to take my portrait rights?"
Li Qianfan—
"Hmph, you'll never get my portrait rights in this lifetime to do such shameless things."
Su Ziyu took out her phone from her pocket, bit his ear with dissatisfaction, and then reluctantly let go of him, walking out of the kitchen.
She came to the balcony and answered the phone, "Hello, may I ask who is calling?"
"Are you the director of Guangming Hospital, Su Ziyu?"
A stiff male voice came through.
"I am."
Su Ziyu frowned, "Who are you?"
"I have some very unfortunate news for you."
The man said slowly, "Given your husband Li Qianfan's unchaste private life, he has been infected with AIDS."