C4 He Wanted to Touch Her!

"Why? You're my friend, sure, but I can't ignore my family and business. If you won't help me, I'll have to ask someone else."

"Is this person... Zhang Wensheng? Is he from the Zhang family?"

Yi Honghong nodded. "As long as I can get you to his bed, he'll agree to finance our family. Zaozao, I'm really out of options. I'm not asking for forgiveness, just please, don't hate me."

The effects of the drug were too strong, and Chi Zaozao was reaching her limit. She felt like she couldn't hold on much longer.

"Honghong, let me go, for the sake of our past friendship, please let me go." In the end, there was a hint of pleading in Yi Honghong's voice.

Yi Honghong supported the now unsteady Chi Zaozao, her expression troubled, her eyes showing a struggle. But in the end, she only managed a quiet apology to Chi Zaozao.

Chi Zaozao cried, for her four-year friendship with Yi Honghong, and for her own helplessness at that moment.

In the hallway, Zhang Wensheng stood at the far end. Chi Zaozao saw him, even at a casual gathering where one should relax, he appeared in formal attire. No matter the occasion, he always used his appearance to make a statement. She disliked people like him, always reminding others of their success, as if everyone should bow at their feet. She couldn't stand people so obsessed with status and wealth.

Fortunately, there was still some distance left. Chi Zaozao pinched her thigh, hoping the physical pain would remind her to find a chance to escape their clutches.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck. As Yi Honghong helped Chi Zaozao past the elevator, it opened just in time. Summoning all her strength, Chi Zaozao pushed Yi Honghong away and slipped inside, closing the doors before Yi Honghong could react.

Inside the elevator, Chi Zaozao curled up in a corner. She was overwhelmed by the drug's effects and feared that speaking might cause her to make strange sounds.

Oh right, Chi Zaozao wasn't alone in the elevator.

Zhang Wensheng, seeing his prey slip from his trap, was naturally furious. He strode over to Yi Honghong, standing sideways, eyes fixed on the ascending numbers of the elevator.

Squinting, he said to the now-upright Yi Honghong, "If you can't find her, you know what will happen to the Yi family, right?"

"I know," Yi Honghong replied, her head lowered.

"The elevator's going up, and given Chi Zaozao's condition, she won't get far unless..."

"Unless what?"

Yi Honghong shook her head. "No one would help a poor student. The real worry is if someone in the elevator..." She didn't finish her sentence, but Zhang Wensheng understood. They both knew the fear was that someone else might intervene.

"Let's head up first," said Wensheng Zhang.

Honghong Yi shook her head, "Mr. Zhang, the elevator stops at the top floor."

Above the 57th floor is a luxury club, but everyone in the city knows there's a private suite on the top floor that only the young master of the Di family can access.

The suite is separate from the observation area, so those who reach the top floor fall into two categories: members of the Di family or those who enjoy spending extravagantly. At night, they go up to take in the city's skyline, with a two-hour viewing costing six hundred thousand dollars.