She tapped an exquisitely manicured nail against her porcelain tea cup and smiled. One hundred yuan notes covered the desk top. Six hundred and fifty of them to be precise.

All crisp. All new. All unused.

They smelled divine.

She had finally gotten rid of the street rat. The filth her husband had brought home and demanded she accept all those years ago. Had he even asked her? Not. Once. How could he have brought that brat into their home to contaminate their own children?

In front of the man, she was stern with the urchin. Behind his back, she was vicious and cruel. Every transgression, no matter how small or petty, carried a maximum penalty.

Soon she realized it was pleasurable to torture the little vermin. It didn't matter if she was slapping him or breaking his belongings 'by accident' or making sure he knew he was the reason someone he cared for got punished. She loved it all.

He became the repository of everything that had ever thwarted her. She invested her hatred in him and waited impatiently for the profit. Stirring the money with her finger tip, she smiled maliciously. It had taken awhile but oh, how she had profited. 

She had tried to drive a wedge between her children and the little gutter snipe. It didn't work. They had accepted him in as their little brother and had no shame when it came to openly showing him affection.

No one had cared what she thought. How she felt. How furious she was. Or how disgusted she was to have that that trash in her home. 

But everything she had done to alienate, separate and isolate him had backfired. They had loved him.

When her bastard of a husband had thankfully died, he had split his legacy equally between his 'three children'. How in the hell could he leave to that little shit what should have gone to his rightful son? His blood and heir? The day the will was read, she had gone berserk destroying everything she could lay her hands on.

She had wallowed in her hatred until she came up with the perfect way to rid herself of him.

It hadn't taken much to meet the right people. A smile here, a flirtatious glance there and Jin Guangshan was more than willing to whore himself. Lying on her afterwards, in the sweat and cum, he had been easy to manipulate. A few leading questions. A note of empathy in her voice. A totally unfeigned disgust for the lower classes. That was all it took. He was willing to tell her whatever she wanted to know. 

The amazing thing was how willing he was to talk about the traffickers. The man definitely thought with his balls. They let him 'sample the wares', paid him occasionally and he kept the city's authorities off their backs.

From there, it had been child's play to get the name she needed. Wen Chao. The man was a sewer rat. Immoral. Merciless. Greedy. Corrupt.

He was perfect.

After that, it was so easy.

She had told the idiot they were having a family dinner. He had been stupid enough to show up. Wen Chao had provided more muscle than was necessary. Quite enjoyable to watch actually.  A threat that would keep him willingly in hell for the rest of his life and a dose of chloroform. Done.

Telling everyone the brat had decided to travel the world, she went to his apartment.  Packed his suitcase. Taken his passport. She had gone to a small park by the Yung-ting River and tossed them in. So satisfying as the suitcase sank with little bubbles...

And voila! He was gone.

Suffering forever. 

It was sublime.

Impeccable.

Foolproof.

She began to giggle as she groped at the mound of cash before her.
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⚠️ This section is gritty and may be triggering. Mentions of murder, sexual abuse and a variety of other unsavory topics. It's Wen Chao so yeah... ⚠️

Wen Chao was sitting in his office. Head back, eyes closed mouth open. He would have almost passed as asleep except for the obscene sounds coming from under his desk. He finally shook slightly and grunted. He smiled. Nothing like a blow job to clear his mind.

He looked at the woman under his desk. "Get out."

She had scrambled out of the room as fast as she could. A quick tug on his pants to settle them properly and he pulled up his zipper. Good to go.

Now, was there anything he had missed?

He had stripped down the room the slut had escaped from. Emptied it down to the walls and then had them scrubbed with ammonia. 

He had greased the palms of dirty cops who assured him there were no leads in the case. It was dead in the water.

'Or in this case, dead in the street.' The thought made him laugh out loud.

He had threatened all those who might consider talking to the police. Destroyed all the evidence he could find.

Well, except for a few key pieces. The client was so photogenic. A wide smirk.
The video would provide leverage for him for years. Maybe even the rest of his life. Money, power, influence... all for keeping one little video tucked away forever.

He had handled everything he could. Hell, if it had been any other client he would have just killed the man himself. It would have been easier than all this shit. But, this client was special and required special handling.

And if he became a problem with his proclivities? Well, his daddy would pay to keep this out of the press whether his son was alive or not.

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Not sure what to say.

These are not nice people.

I hope none of you ever meet anyone like them.

This one is for BozBozo who wanted to know why and for edzooc8r who needed an update NOW. 🤣

Now I need chocolate. Oooo wait, I have Thin Mint cookies!

Have a lovely day!

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