The room was very quiet and spacious, indicating that the villa was costly, likely among the top tier in River City.

It could compete with Wang Xiaoqiang's Riverside Villa, equipped with a television, air conditioning, tall wardrobes, a dressing table, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume, smelling like the classic Paris Perfume.

There were several classical Western oil paintings in the room...

The historical conditions at the early stage of oil painting development established the realistic tendency of classical oil paintings. During the European Renaissance of the 15th century, amidst criticism of religion, humanism bore an active demand to focus on social realities. Many famous painters began observing and directly depicting characters, scenery, and objects from contemporary life to gradually break away from the singular theme of Christian scriptures in their work, resulting in religious themed works with evident secular elements. Some painters portrayed scenes entirely from real life.

Renaissance painters inherited the artistic concepts of Greece and Rome, which emphasized not only depicting events or facts but also revealing their causes and consequences, thereby forming an artistic method that focused on constructing typical plots and shaping iconic figures. At the same time, painters also explored the application of anatomy and perspective in painting, the role of light and shadow distribution in compositions, creating scientific principles of modeling. The application of human anatomy in painting gave the human figures in drawings proportion, form, and structural relationships as accurate as in real life; the establishment of focal perspective allowed for the illusion of depth in space in compositions, aligning the view within the paintings with instantaneous visual perception from reality; chiaroscuro integrated the images in painting under the light emitted from a primary source, forming clear layers from near to far. The reason why the artistic themes of humanism and the pursuit of realistic modeling could not be perfected in other art forms was due to the limitations of tools and materials. However, the performance characteristics of oil painting materials were ideal for fully reflecting both. Hence, classical oil paintings became the epitome of highly realistic works produced over long periods.

It seemed that Yao Baiyu's life was very luxurious.

Wang Xiaoqiang stepped over to the bed and sat down at the edge. Seeing that Yao Baiyu had fallen asleep, emitting faint snoring sounds, he began...

Having just rescued herself once and had two drinks, Yao Baiyu fell asleep and began dreaming. She felt a man pressing down on her...

In the dream, Yao Baiyu wanted to resist but found her limbs powerless, as though shackled, completely unable to move. At that moment, she saw, through a haze, a man on top of her.

Yao Baiyu's dreamscape continued, and she felt a surge of pain. Her eyes suddenly snapped open...

Wang Xiaoqiang, under the invisibility state, abruptly halted all his actions. Yao Baiyu gasped for air, but when she found nothing on top of her, she felt as though she was in a nightmare, pinned down by something, unable to move. Out of helplessness, she closed her eyes in confusion again.

In the midst of intense pain, Yao Baiyu's eyes opened wide once more, but she only saw air in front of her, not the man she felt pressing on her, yet, she clearly felt the presence of a man on her...

When Yao Baiyu opened her mouth to scream. Wang Xiaoqiang reached out and covered her mouth,

Fear, humiliation, and anger appeared on Yao Baiyu's face. She felt as if she was being held hostage by an invisible demon at that moment!

She wanted to resist, to seek revenge, but she was powerless.

Wang Xiaoqiang felt a burst of satisfaction, pride swelling in him, as if he were a general who had conquered lands, his chest now adorned with one more medal!

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't know how many young women he had become the end of; he only knew there were two types of women in his life: the daughters of his enemies and the women he loved. Whether lover or enemy, he felt a tremendous sense of satisfaction and joy. Life on earth is short, and if one cannot enjoy retribution and relish life to the fullest, it would be an absolute waste.

Yao Baiyu stared with her large, beautiful eyes, those black pupils seeming somewhat vacant, like those of a mental patient, as various complex emotions stimulated her nerves. This girl, who had always been arrogant and imperious, could not accept this fact...

She likely spaced out like a mental patient for a while!

Wang Xiaoqiang slumped down, activated his Divine Sense, and surveyed Yao Zhihao upstairs. Under his Divine Sense, on a bed lay a man and a woman, none other than Yao Zhihao and Wu Zhishao.

Yao Zihao had a cigar in his mouth, dark gray and thick, rather unattractive, leisurely puffing on it, while the woman's crimson lips also held an extremely thin white cigarette.

"Hey, did you take some medicine before coming..." The woman glanced at Yao Zihao and pulled the cigarette from her lips with her scarlet-polished fingers, opening her mouth wide as blood, exhaling a quite authentic smoke ring.

Seeing the floating smoke ring, Yao Zihao immediately pulled the cigar out of his mouth, then puckered his lips and blew out a very authentic smoke stick, which shot out straight and long, much like a man's anatomy, swiftly passing through the dissipating smoke ring...

Seeing his smoke stick technique improving, a smug smile appeared on Yao Zihao's face. Only then did he reply to the woman, "Cut it out, do I need medicine? Who am I? The Golden Spear Little Overlord of River City..."

"You, just shameless... Humph..." the woman rolled her eyes and said...

Yao Zhihao closed his eyes, breathing heavily, and said, "Men are born philanderers. What I can't stand are those who act all holier-than-thou while itching on the inside. He doesn't have the means to be with women, simply sour grapes!"

"I agree with your opinion, but Zhihao, I advise you to fool around less outside. You have no idea how many people in River City have AIDS. You wouldn't want to catch it and have your dad's wealth be of no help in saving you!"

"Aunt Wu!" Yao Zhihao spoke in a negotiating tone, softly saying, "Give me sister Baiyu, will you?"

"What? You've got some nerve!" Wu Zhishao jolted as if electrocuted, her body trembling, her eyes wide as she glared at Yao Zhihao. She was well aware that this fellow was involved with more than just her, even with his father's other women, but Yao Zhihao and Yao Baiyu were half-siblings by the same father, and moreover, such an act was taboo. Any person with a shred of conscience wouldn't do it. To have such a thought was no better than a pig or a dog.

"Aunt Wu, don't be so shocked. This, this isn't something unheard of. Haven't you seen the reports online? All that talk about sibling love, mother and son... whatever. I'm actually feeling sorry for sister Baiyu. Haven't you noticed? Sister Baiyu has been longing for spring, secretly doing that to herself who knows how many times!"

"Enough, don't say anymore, or I'll call your dad. If your dad agrees, then I will hand over your sister Baiyu to you..." Wu Zhishao was furious. A man being promiscuous wasn't too big of a wrong, but if he couldn't even leave his own sister alone, then he was no better than a beast.

"Hey, don't be like that, Aunt Wu, I was wrong," Yao Zhihao had a way with words, especially with women, and at that moment, he softly said, "Zhishao, don't be angry with me, I was just confused when I had that thought."

Yao Zhihao was merely testing the waters, not really expecting Wu Zhishao to agree. After all, such a thing would bring disaster upon him if his father found out. Of course, Yao Qinghu would not harm his only heir, but if he pushed him to produce a grandson, and once the Yao Family had an heir, his status as a son would decline. This was the main reason why Yao Zhihao was reluctant to get married; it was his trump card. As long as he didn't play it, Yao Qinghu couldn't do much to him!

Under Yao Zhihao's soothing words, Wu Zhishao forgave him.

In the bedroom downstairs, Yao Baiyu was staring with wide eyes, her gaze vacant as if she were in a vegetative state.

Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at her and cursed inwardly, "This is karma." Then he quietly stood up, using Divine Sense to monitor the man and woman upstairs as he made his way to the second floor.

Wang Xiaoqiang roamed around the upstairs living room. Seeing a slender fruit knife on the coffee table, he picked it up and inspected it; the blade flashed coldly. Brushing a finger against the knife's edge... Hmm, quite sharp. This will do...

"Yao Zhihao, this is your last time..." Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself as he approached the noisy bedroom. He pushed open the door...

The man and woman were both with closed eyes, in an almost transcendental state, oblivious to their surroundings. Wang Xiaoqiang smoothly entered the room and approached the bed. At that moment, if the two had been alert and opened their eyes, they would have seen a knife hovering in the air, Wu Zhishao's usual fruit-cutting knife.

But the two engaged in their intense thrall missed it entirely...

Wang Xiaoqiang, holding the fruit knife, stood still by the bed, his eyes intently focused on the joining point of their two bodies... waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Suddenly, Yao Zhihao paused, scratching his face. Taking advantage of this lull, Wang Xiaoqiang decisively struck, slashing the knife down fiercely at that spot.

"Ahhh..."

A scream akin to a pig being slaughtered erupted from Yao Zhihao's mouth. At the same time, his was cut by the knife, blood spurting,

the scene was both gruesome and ludicrous!

However, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't afford to relish Yao Zhihao's agony. Clutching the fruit knife, he slipped out of the bedroom and into the washroom, where he tossed the knife into the sink and turned on the tap, washing it. The bedroom's screams grew ever more piercing, with interspersed shrieks of terror from a woman...

Wang Xiaoqiang paid them no mind, striding confidently downstairs. Entering the villa's living room at the ground floor, he saw security guards running towards him.

Wang Xiaoqiang stepped aside to avoid a collision, then quickly made his way out of the villa. Exiting the villa's main gate, he walked up to his car. Looking around, seeing no one nearby, he opened the door, slid inside, and closed it behind him. He then pulled out some tissues, wiping the blood off his hands, and cleaned himself up before dressing. It wasn't until he was fully clothed that Wang Xiaoqiang's form became apparent.

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