Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 182
Chapter 182: Fang Ru’s People
The girl, the one Chen Xue Wen had personally blacklisted from passing the interview, walked away from Old Square with a crestfallen expression. Alone, she shouldered her backpack and boarded a bus, disappearing into the city’s veins.
Inside the bus, most of the men stole glances at her. She was just that kind of beauty—sweet, delicate, the kind that made a man’s heart itch. A few young guys tried to raise their voices, hoping to catch her attention. But she simply rested her head against the window, lost in thought, ignoring them entirely. That melancholic look only made her even more irresistible.
A few of the guys were so entranced they missed their stops, choosing instead to stay on board, just to stay close to her.
Finally, as the girl prepared to step off the bus, one of the braver ones—his face flushed with nervous excitement—hurried over and handed her a slip of paper.
“Hey, uh… this… this is my number,” he stammered. “I was wondering… maybe I could take you out for a meal sometime?”
She glanced at him, then flashed a sweet smile, taking the note between her fingers. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll give you a call when I’m free. Wait for me.”
That smile sent the young man into a daze, his joy bubbling over into near hysteria. He stood frozen, watching her walk away, until she was completely out of sight. Then, as though waking from a dream, he swung his arm in excitement. “She… she said yes! She said yes!”
His friends groaned in jealousy, kicking themselves for not having the guts to approach her first.
The boy, practically vibrating with excitement, dropped back into his seat, flipping open his personal handy-phone. Every few moments, he glanced at the screen, as if expecting her call any second now.
He was in for a long, agonizing wait.
Because the moment she rounded a corner, that sweet smile twisted into a smirk of pure disdain. Without even unfolding the slip of paper, she tore it to shreds and let the scraps flutter into a nearby trash bin.
His boldness, his hope—nothing more than an idle amusement to her. Just another little game she played with ease. The poor fool would spend who knows how long waiting, expecting, slowly sinking into disappointment, maybe even despair.
The girl moved on, weaving through the alleys until she reached a run-down old residential block. She slipped into one of the courtyards, shutting the gate behind her with a quiet click. The backpack hit the floor, her expression shifting as she strode deeper into the house.
From the back room, the sounds of passion echoed through the walls—breathless moans, the rhythmic creaking of a wooden bed.
She sank onto the living room sofa, utterly unfazed, as though she had heard it all a thousand times before. She waited, patient, serene.
At last, a woman’s sharp, drawn-out cry signaled the end of the performance. Moments later, the bedroom door swung open, and out stepped a towering man, his body packed with explosive muscle. Drenched in sweat, clad in nothing but a pair of loose shorts that barely contained his bulging form, he was a walking display of raw, physical power.
His gaze landed on the girl, and something hungry flickered in his eyes. He licked his lips. “Ting Ting, you’re back.”
She smiled, tilting her head playfully. “Brother Li.”
A sultry voice, hoarse from exertion, drifted from the bedroom. “Ting Ting.”
Ting Ting rose instantly and made her way inside.
The room was a mess, the bed an aftermath of indulgence. Sprawled atop the sheets was a woman—curvaceous, full-bodied, yet toned with not an ounce of excess. Her pale skin, flushed from exertion, made her even more intoxicating.
But it was her face that truly captivated—a gaze thick with temptation, eyes like silk threads that could ensnare a man’s soul. A beauty made for seduction, the kind of woman who could make men fall and never climb back out.
If Chen Xue Wen had been here, he would have recognized her in an instant.
Fang Ru.
One of Fifth Master Hou’s most trusted.
And Ting Ting? She was working for her.
Ting Ting picked up a silk robe draped over a chair and carefully helped Fang Ru slip into it.
Fang Ru tied the sash, finally meeting Ting Ting’s gaze. “How did it go?”
Ting Ting’s expression darkened. She lowered her head. “Didn’t… didn’t pass.”
Fang Ru’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean you didn’t pass?”
“You’re telling me you couldn’t even land a waitress gig at the Electronic Dynasty?” She leaned in, her voice sharp. “After all these years, after everything I’ve taught you?”
Ting Ting let out a weary sigh. “Ru Jie, I did everything right.” Her voice was calm, but there was frustration in her eyes. “It was Chen Xue Wen. He told his people not to let me through the interview.”
Fang Ru’s expression darkened. “What?” Her fingers tightened around the glass in her hand. “Why? What’s his angle?”
“Does he know who you are?”
Ting Ting shook her head. “I don’t think so. No one—no one—knows about my connection to you. I’ve kept it buried deep. There’s no way he could’ve found out.”
She hesitated for a second, then continued, “It was weird. He didn’t even show up to the interview, just watched me through the glass. One glance, and suddenly, I was out. Even his men were smitten with me—some even went in to plead my case. But he shut them all down.”
Ting Ting turned her gaze back to Fang Ru, lowering her voice. “Ru Jie, I heard you tried your hand at Chen Xue Wen before. And… he didn’t bite either?”
The cold steel in Fang Ru’s eyes flickered with something else—something darker. Over the years, every man she set her sights on had come crawling, begging. Every single one. Except him. Despite the effort she had put in, despite how far she was willing to go, Chen Xue Wen ignored her, like she was nothing.
A humiliation she hadn’t forgotten.
Seeing Fang Ru’s reaction, Ting Ting knew she’d struck a nerve. She leaned in, voice hushed. “Ru Jie, I think something’s wrong with him.”
“You know about the school beauty who played him, right? The one who left him broken? That whole mess led to his parents’ deaths. Maybe… maybe it messed with his head. Maybe he’s got some kind of disorder now.”
“Otherwise, with your looks, what man could ignore you?”
Fang Ru smirked at that, the compliment working its way under her skin. She tapped her nails against the glass, thinking. “It’s not a disorder. He’s got a woman. And last time, when he walked away… his body still reacted.”
Her smile sharpened. “That means he’s a normal man. He still has needs. He still has desires. He’s just careful—too careful. Burned once, now he hesitates before playing with fire.”
Ting Ting frowned. “So, you’re saying… he didn’t reject me because he wasn’t interested. He just didn’t trust me?”
Fang Ru nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“No man who still feels anything would turn away a beautiful woman for no reason. If we want to get close to him, we need to break down those walls.”
She leaned back, her smile turning knowing. “We need a different approach.”
Ting Ting nodded in understanding, determination settling into her features.
Just then, Brother Li stepped in, carrying a steaming cup of tea. He held it to Fang Ru’s lips, letting her sip as he knelt beside her. She reclined against him lazily, one hand tracing slow, idle patterns across his chest. Her eyes shimmered with mischief.
Ting Ting, knowing her cue, turned and left, shutting the door softly behind her.
Brother Li chuckled, his hands finding their way over Fang Ru’s curves. “How long’s the old man gonna be out this time? You sure you wanna play this bold?”
Fang Ru’s laughter was cold, her fingers tightening ever so slightly on his skin. “What do I care? He doesn’t give me what I need. So I’ll find it elsewhere.”
Brother Li grinned wide, flipping her over beneath him. His breath was warm against her skin as he murmured, “Ting Ting’s grown up now, huh?”
Fang Ru’s smile disappeared in an instant.
Her hand snapped up, fingers curling around Brother Li’s throat. Her nails pressed just enough to make him stiffen.
“Listen close, you idiot.” Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “You keep your filthy hands off her.”
Brother Li blinked, caught off guard. “What? Why?”
“You’ve had your fun with all my girls. But Ting Ting? She’s different. She’s my ace. I have bigger plans for her.”
Her fingers eased their grip, sliding down his chest with deliberate slowness. “And if you try to sneak behind my back…” Her nails scraped lightly over his skin before digging in just enough to make him wince. “I’ll make sure you never touch another woman again.”
Brother Li yelped at the sharp pain, his grin faltering.
Then Fang Ru smirked, the cruel amusement returning to her eyes. “But… you can still try her mouth.”
“I trained her well. You won’t find better.”
Brother Li’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? Well, now I gotta see for myself.”
Fang Ru clapped her hands, and the door creaked open. Ting Ting stepped back inside, a slow, sultry smile curving her lips.
Moments later, the room was filled with soft, muffled sounds, the air thick with something unspoken, something dangerous.
The game had only just begun.
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