Li Ci was still asleep at the time; lacking any keen senses, she didn’t notice Jingjing at all as Jingjing climbed over the balcony and slipped into the room—until Jingjing sat down on the pillow by her head, tapped her cheek with a sharp dagger, and then held the blade close to her throat. That chillingly cold touch jolted her awake in an instant, turning her little face deathly pale. She stared in disbelief at the woman before her, too frightened to move a muscle, and stammered, “You… you… who are you? What do you want to do?”

“Even you don’t know who I am, yet you dare to seduce my man?”

“My man?”

Li Ci still couldn’t quite grasp it. She first thought of Ming Kai, but that didn’t seem right, and only then did she realize Jingjing must be talking about Gang Zi. Tentatively, she asked, “You… you’re Gang Zi’s…”

“I thought you were smart—just a bit spoiled. Who would’ve guessed you’d be this dumb? Even such a simple question takes you so long to figure out!”

Jingjing’s dagger hadn’t moved; it was still darting around Li Ci’s throat.

Meanwhile, one of her feet had already stepped onto Li Ci’s stomach, and with a graceful flip, she sat right on top of Li Ci, reaching up to pat Li Ci’s ashen face. “Still, this face is really pretty—absolutely gorgeous, so beautiful it almost makes me jealous.”

“What do you want?”

Li Ci could sense a hint of murderous intent.

This kind of aura wasn’t like Ming Kai’s hate-filled ferocity, nor was it the natural, bone-chilling menace that hung over Gang Zi—it was the kind of vibe that said, “You’ve crossed me, and I’m going to wipe you off the face of the earth.”

Her whole body shuddered, and she immediately begged, “Please don’t do anything! Nothing happened between Gang Zi and me—we just chatted. Please, don’t do anything!”

“Now you’re scared, huh? Back when you were seducing him, why weren’t you afraid? Or do you think you’re so beautiful that even my Gang Zi would be blind enough to take a shine to you?”

After saying that, Jingjing seemed to realize something was off.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly spat, “No, that’s not right. If I put it that way, it makes our Young Master look a bit dim-witted back then. It should be: Do you really think your beauty works on everyone? Just because our Young Master liked you back then doesn’t mean he still does now—or that Gang Zi would even bother with you!”

Li Ci could only laugh through her tears, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She had no idea where such a living King of Hell had come from.

The night before, Gang Zi had thrown her off the second floor, landing hard on the grass. Though she hadn’t broken any bones, she’d sustained quite a few injuries, making it very difficult for her to move around and perform at her usual level—let alone stand up to this mysterious woman.

She trembled violently. “You… you… what do you want?”

“What do you think?”

Jingjing smiled coolly, already pulling back Li Ci’s blankets and then reaching for her clothes—not with her hands, but with the dagger in her hand, a blade that looked razor-sharp.

Li Ci was shaking all over, terrified that the woman might accidentally stab her if her hand slipped. With a pained expression, she pleaded, “I’ve already told you—nothing happened between Gang Zi and me. If you don’t believe me, just ask Gang Zi!”

“Nonsense. If something really had happened, do you think you’d still be lying here so peacefully? Forget about our Young Master or Gang Zi—they wouldn’t tolerate you. Even I could crush you with a single finger!”

Jingjing had already begun to part Li Ci’s pajamas—in the truest sense of the word. The dagger sliced straight through the fabric, snapping the shoulder straps in one swift motion.

End of Chapter 178: Counterattack 104