Sweetheart, It's Time To Pay Your Debt - Chapter 16

“Mmph! mmph!”

Bo Liye struggled with all her might, but she was being dragged deeper and deeper into the stall, further away from the door.

“Sweetheart, didn’t I warn you not to touch anyone else? So many people touched your hand just now. Tell me, how should I punish you?”

The voice behind her was hoarse, like an old radio, she could only faintly discern that it belonged to a woman.

“Mmph! Mmph mmph!”

“Don’t scream, sweetheart. Do you want to call them all over? Have you forgotten that I have many photos of your secret relationship on my phone? Your mother is such a perfect person, could she tolerate her daughter dating behind her back and even bringing someone home?”

The person behind her released her mouth, her fingers stroking Bo Liye’s lips, pressing down gently twice. “You might just get a scolding, but Qin Mingyan would be forced to transfer immediately. And with her mother in the hospital, what would happen if something went wrong? You would become a murderer.”

Bo Liye’s body stiffened instantly.

The hand covering her mouth was completely gone, but Bo Liye didn’t make another sound. Her eyes were blindfolded, and she could only see faint glimmers of light.

After nearly thirty seconds of silence, Bo Liye asked in a trembling voice, “What exactly do you want? If you do anything to me here, my parents will definitely find out. You won’t get away.”

“That’s why I’m only here to meet you today, sweetheart.”

The person’s breath drew close again. Every time she was about to touch her, she would pull away like a damp, cold snake, magnifying Bo Liye’s fear bit by bit, yet hesitating to bite.

“Sweetheart, I heard your mother plans to send you to America. She wants that man named Zhou to take care of you, saying you two can cultivate your feelings over the next few years.”

The voice behind her softened, yet it carried an unmistakable, dark jealousy. “He touched your hand just now. You ate the cake he gave you. You laughed so happily. You were clearly the one who betrayed me first, so why are you afraid?”

Qin Mingyan had once worked at this hotel and was currently wearing a server’s uniform, having watched Bo Liye’s every move.

“Your mother wouldn’t want an arranged marriage, would she? Tell me, do you like him? Will you date him?”

Qin Mingyan wrapped her arms tightly around Bo Liye’s waist from behind, resting her chin on Bo Liye’s shoulder, nearly driven to madness. When she saw Bo Liye’s WeChat messages and the full body photos of her in that beautiful dress, she had wanted to fly from the classroom immediately just to hold her and keep anyone else from looking.

So, she skipped her competition prep class and happened to fill in for a former colleague who had an emergency. She blended into the banquet hall and witnessed those unbearable scenes.

She tried desperately to convince herself it was just normal social etiquette, the masked interactions of the upper class but when she heard Bo Jingxian discussing Bo Liye’s future with an older lady and subtly mentioning “cultivating feelings,” she completely lost her restraint.

What Qin Mingyan’s identity couldn’t do, she could only do through this identity.

When she saw Bo Liye enter the restroom, her mind was filled with dark thoughts. Yet, seeing Bo Liye trembling in her arms now, she began to feel heartache.

“Sweetheart, tell me. Will you marry them? Will you date them? Do you actually have feelings for them?”

She asked Bo Liye over and over with a near pathological obsession, unaware that the trembling of her own palms was being fully transmitted to Bo Liye.

Bo Liye felt like gagging from the suffocating embrace, but upon sensing the other person’s reaction, she was no longer afraid. This person had hidden for so long, teasing and harassing her repeatedly, she simply wouldn’t let this person have their way.

Bo Liye curled her lips into a cold smile. “Who do I like? I like all of them, of course. Didn’t you see our little interactions when we shook hands? Didn’t you see us adding each other on WeChat, planning for the long term? I’ll date each of them one by one, go abroad with them… and what can you do? You can only stay like a stinking rat in the gutter, silently watching me enjoy everything.”

With every word Bo Liye spoke, Qin Mingyan’s pupils darkened. She knew Bo Liye was intentionally provoking her, after all, her “sweetheart” was the daughter of a top politician and a business genius. She was proud and would never be slaughtered like a lamb.

But at the thought of the future Bo Liye described, she couldn’t help but hold her tighter, as if trying to crush Bo Liye into her own flesh and blood.

“Sweetheart, you can only be mine. You can only be mine.”

Bo Liye’s smile deepened.

She had been drinking, and her face was flushed pink. With her eyes covered by the black necktie, her lips looked exceptionally red. Her already stunning face became even more beautiful under the influence of extreme fear.

Her voice was incredibly biting: “In a family like ours, interests come first. What’s wrong with dating a few more people? As for you… no matter what, you aren’t worthy.”

Qin Mingyan’s expression darkened.

Usually, her personality was restrained. In school, aside from studying, she rarely participated in anything, even if she was troubled by classmates, she never showed anger on her face.

Even knowing that Bo Liye was currently insulting a “stalker” and not her, the thought of Bo Liye actually doing such things after the college entrance exam caused her proud logic to crumble.

She pulled down one side of Bo Liye’s square-neck dress. Her hurried movements caused the rhinestones on the fabric to scrape against Bo Liye’s skin, drawing a muffled groan of pain.

Qin Mingyan stopped briefly. Looking at the pink scratch, she slowly lowered her head.

“Saliva can be used for DNA testing,” Bo Liye reminded her calmly.

An inch away from Bo Liye’s skin, Qin Mingyan stopped. Her hands gripped Bo Liye’s shoulders, repeatedly kneading the fabric of her sleeves as if venting her frustration.

Bo Liye had already turned around, leaning against the stall wall and panting slightly. Though her eyes were tightly bound by the black cloth, she still tilted her chin up slightly, like a proud queen.

“If you make too much noise, the people coming in later will definitely hear you.”

Sure enough, the other person’s movements stopped completely.

Bo Liye let out a light, mocking laugh. “I thought you were more capable. Didn’t you say my tongue was soft and pink and you wanted to kiss it?”

She parted her lips slightly, revealing the tip of her tender tongue, which twitched slightly in the cold air.

The other person indeed leaned in.

As the breath approached, Bo Liye suddenly raised her hand. Relying on the change in light, she precisely pinned the stalker against the other side. The texture of the clothes under her fingertips felt identical to the servers’ uniforms. The person was about her height and leaning toward thin.

Bo Liye didn’t even deign to untie the blindfold. She reached out her right hand and slapped the person’s face.

Slap… Slap!

“Dare to harass me again, and I will definitely make sure you go to jail.”

The other person’s breathing grew heavy and ragged, like a precursor to extreme rage.

Bo Liye kept her lips curled, her eyes facing forward even though she couldn’t see.

“Do you hear me?”

The breathing gradually quieted, as if the person was afraid or had surrendered.

Bo Liye withdrew her hand from the person’s face. However, just as she lifted her hand, her wrist was firmly seized. The person’s next action made her wish she could slap them twice more.

The voyeur directly took her hand into their mouth.

The scorching oral cavity completely enveloped her fingertips. The soft lips and tongue were extremely provocative, licking every fingertip without missing a spot, even the spaces between her fingers were instantly tainted by the other person’s “filthy” breath.

The wet sensation on her fingers felt like snake venom, nearly burning Bo Liye inch by inch.

She tried desperately to pull her hand back, but the other person held it even tighter. Even though this action put the other person in a completely vulnerable position, making them the one being “played with” at this moment, they acted like a devout believer, enticing Bo Liye to toy with them. Even if Bo Liye was unwilling, the person spontaneously kissed her fingertips.

The sound of high heels entering the restroom came from outside, but the person became even more aggressive. Bo Liye bit her lip and lowered her voice: “I will… I definitely will go to the police station to test your DNA.”

The person’s movements paused for a second. Then, they bit down on her fingertip again, their voice containing not a shred of a plea for mercy, only a determined. “Then you’ll have to spend the next few hours carrying my saliva with you.”

“Sweetheart, you really love me.”