You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 49 - 47 What a Pity, He’s a Pervert

The female driver looked at Catherine’s face, filled with shame, "I’m sorry, Master. She recognized me, and she even knew that I’ve been following behind you. But I managed to change the subject in time and didn’t reveal those ruffians’ connection to us."

Catherine raised an eyebrow and pinched the female driver’s face forcefully, her eyelids drooping, "He also sensed that I knew what he was thinking, forcing me to clarify our relationship. It’s not your fault; he’s just very astute."

"Master, could you reward me a little more?"

The female driver’s face was as rosy as a peach blossom, her eyes full of anticipation.

Catherine looked at her coldly, then suddenly kicked her away, stepping on her head.

The female driver’s face lit up with even more excitement, panting heavily as she lay on the ground.

Catherine bent down and asked, "How are those men now?"

"My people said their injuries aren’t too serious, at least they can recover. I’ve already given them enough money, and they will keep this secret for me."

"That’s good. I intended to have him play the hero saving the damsel in distress, but I didn’t expect the hero to be a true hero and actually take down four men."

"He merely ambushed them... If it was a frontal fight, he would stand no chance against the four of them together."

"The outcome is what matters most; being able to defeat enemies stronger than oneself with such ease is precisely what makes him terrifying."

The female driver, under the sole of Catherine’s shoe, had eyes full of fanatic obsession, "But he definitely can’t beat you, Master!"

"Of course, no matter how strong he is, he will fall madly in love with me just like all the other men..." Catherine stepped on the female driver’s head even harder, her expression one of scornful laughter, sneering, "Heh, heh, heh, heh..."

The female driver murmured softly, "No one in the world can resist Master’s charm, regardless of gender..."

"Go back now!" Catherine kicked her face, "You’ve worked hard today."

The female driver, reluctant to leave, got up from the ground and embraced Catherine’s black dress tightly, bowing as she backed away.

She felt that Master’s force today seemed gentler than before... she thought.

Watching the female driver leave, Catherine stretched languidly and sighed softly, "Fuzi is perfect in every way, what a pity she’s a pervert."

She stretched her muscles lightly, then began her homework. She had completed most of it at school, so it didn’t take long before she turned off the lights to go to sleep.

But perhaps it was the short nap in the car earlier; Catherine was not very sleepy at the moment. Her mind replayed the evening’s experiences, which she found quite amusing. Whether it was riding the subway or watching Shen Mochen haggle with the landlady over a small amount of money in an oral exercise battle.

The only pity was that the police arrived too early, and her skewers weren’t ready yet, so she was taken to the police station and would have to go next time.

After spending the evening with Shen Mochen, Catherine didn’t think he was an unpleasant boy; on the contrary, she found him quite interesting. He had protected her from lewd conduct on the subway and had not hesitated to rush to her aid when she was in danger... Remembering this, Catherine couldn’t help but smile lightly.

Yin Caiyu said he was lonely, sensitive but also brave and kind; Catherine now had no doubt about it.

However...

Catherine got out of bed, wearing her thin nightgown, and pulled back the curtains. The bright moonlight shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, pouring into the room like water, making her skin, as pale as snow, even more translucent than the bright moon.

"No one can resist my charm; you can’t escape the palm of my hand."

Catherine looked up at the night sky and whispered softly.

She made Shen Mochen fall hopelessly in love with her, and then she would dump him in the most heartless way possible, returning the humiliation he had brought her twofold!

This might have been somewhat cruel, but compared to the pain he had caused her, it was a perfectly reasonable trade.

Catherine grinned; she couldn’t wait to see Shen Mochen kneeling before her, weeping in repentance.

On the other side, Shen Mochen returned to the residential complex, but instead of going straight home after entering the building, he knocked on Yuncui’s door.

Yuncui came to open the door. "Mochen, you just got back?"

Shen Mochen smiled. "Yeah, Sister Yuncui, I left my backpack at your place..."

"Oh, let me get that for you." Yuncui handed Shen Mochen his backpack, smiling. "Next time, you don’t need to knock; didn’t I give you a key? Treat it like your own home and just come in."

Shen Mochen smiled and scratched the back of his head.

"You’ve been busy until so late; it must be tiring," said Yuncui as she handed Shen Mochen a bag of Donuts, beaming. "Have some sweets to get some energy before you do your homework!"

Shen Mochen’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly waved his hands. "I don’t eat Donuts…"

Yuncui cocked her head. "This flavor is quite delicious, you know."

"I personally don’t really like it, sorry!" Shen Mochen’s lips were a bit dry.

"No problem, no problem…" Yuncui quickly shook her head, smiling. "Everyone has different tastes, right? Actually, I’m also just so-so about Donuts, but I had a comrade who really liked them. Today, I suddenly thought of her and went to buy some."

Shen Mochen smiled with pursed lips. "Seems like you and she have a good relationship."

Yuncui also smiled and nodded, putting the Donuts away. "Yes, we even talked on the phone just earlier. She’s impressive, you know; her Family has a long and distinguished history, and she’s a true young lady! She told me that she’s been invited as the Buque for this year’s school anniversary celebration!"

Right, only a Buque of noble birth stands above the rest; how could such a public opportunity be given to a Buque of commoner descent? They wouldn’t even be considered fit to stand on the stage of First Middle School. Shen Mochen thought to himself with a smirk and lackluster interest. After making a few perfunctory remarks, he bid farewell and went home.

Upon reaching his bedroom, Shen Mochen casually tossed his backpack beside the desk and pulled out a piece of foil from his pocket—it was the wrapper from the chocolate he had earlier, plain without any watermark, and the creases were nothing special.

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"Still saying it wasn’t you who did it; if it wasn’t, I might as well eat this paper..."

Shen Mochen crumpled the foil into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

And here he thought he had played the hero saving the damsel in distress today, but it turned out even if he hadn’t intervened, it wouldn’t have mattered... ah no, at least he saved those thugs’ lives! Shen Mochen grinned.

At that moment, he suddenly had the inexplicable thought—could those thugs have been hired by Catherine?

No, that’s not right, why would he think that... she surely wouldn’t be that petty, right?

Shen Mochen pulled out his phone and dialed Caiyu’s number.