It sounds like the noise of a key opening the door.

The two on the bed froze instantly.

Click.

The door was pushed open.

It’s Beyoncé.

No one expected that this chick would have Wang Dadong’s room key.

But on second thought, it makes sense. Beyoncé holds a very high status in the villa, so having room keys is only natural.

It’s just that Wang Dadong didn’t expect Beyoncé would come to his room in the middle of the night and directly open the door with a key.

Zemalia curled up in the blanket, not daring to move.

If Beyoncé finds out about her and Wang Dadong’s antics, the consequences would be simply...

"Little Bi, what are you doing coming to my room so late? Miss me?" Wang Dadong appeared nonchalant, making his habitual teasing of Beyoncé.

Beyoncé scanned the room with her beautiful eyes and said, "Why didn’t you open the door when I knocked earlier?"

"Uh... well, I was doing man stuff. You know." Wang Dadong said with an awkward expression.

Beyoncé gave Wang Dadong a faint glance, didn’t inquire further, and said, "I heard you were injured, so I brought you some medicine."

"Really? Little Bi, you’re so good to me, I can’t repay you. How about offering myself to you?" Wang Dadong said with a mischievous smile.

Originally, Zemalia was a bit scared but was surprised that Beyoncé came to Wang Dadong’s room in the middle of the night just to bring him medicine, halving her fear.

Moreover, even though he was holding her, he still joked about offering himself to Beyoncé. This bastard, isn’t he satisfied even with her?

Jealousy surged in Zemalia’s heart, and she pinched Wang Dadong hard somewhere.

"Ah!" Wang Dadong instinctively cried out in pain.

"What’s hidden under your blanket?" At this point, Beyoncé seemed to notice something odd about the blanket’s shape.

"N-Nothing..." Wang Dadong swallowed hard.

Wasn’t Zemalia afraid of being discovered by Beyoncé? Why did she pinch him?

"Uncover the blanket and show me." Beyoncé frowned.

"Um, Little Bi, though I’d really like to show you, I’m not dressed, so it’s not quite appropriate." Wang Dadong’s face twitched.

Beyoncé, however, ignored this and reached over to lift the blanket.

However, just as her hand was about to touch the blanket, the blanket was lifted by itself.

"What the hell!" Wang Dadong’s expression changed as Zemalia had uncovered the blanket.

For a moment, six eyes met.

Seeing Zemalia on Wang Dadong’s bed, Beyoncé’s face slightly changed.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Zemalia, you’ve got a lot of nerve!"

At this moment, Zemalia, undressed, said fiercely, "Beyoncé, don’t act all noble. You too want a man, otherwise, why come to someone else’s room at night?"

"Seems like you don’t need this." Beyoncé gave Wang Dadong a faint glance and then turned to leave.

Without any hesitation.

That was Beyoncé’s character.

Wang Dadong, disregarding his undressed state, jumped out of bed and grabbed Beyoncé’s hand.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Beyoncé said in a low voice.

"Since you’ve brought the medicine, don’t let it go to waste." Wang Dadong cheerfully took the ointment from Beyoncé’s hand.

Beyoncé didn’t retrieve it from Wang Dadong, instead looked back at Zemalia on the bed, then left Wang Dadong’s room.

"Thank you, Little Bi." Wang Dadong murmured behind Beyoncé.

Even though Beyoncé seemed colder, he was still very pleased.

Because Beyoncé actually brought him ointment, which implies that she started caring about him.

Secondly, Beyoncé seemed visibly displeased seeing Zemalia in Wang Dadong’s bed.

This implies that Beyoncé felt a tinge of jealousy, although she may not even realize it herself.

Wang Dadong wasn’t afraid of Beyoncé exposing him.

Because if Beyoncé wanted to expose him, she would have done so last night.

After all, Wang Dadong intruding onto the third floor was already a big taboo.

"Little Zeze, aren’t you afraid of Beyoncé?" Wang Dadong asked Zemalia with a smile.

Actually, Wang Dadong noticed that it wasn’t only Zemalia, but most women in the villa seemed to fear Beyoncé.

"Why should I be afraid of her? Isn’t she just a child bride? What’s so special?" Zemalia said somewhat defiantly.

"What child bride?" Wang Dadong took interest.

"She was raised by the BOSS from a young age..." Zemalia began spilling the beans.

Listening to Zemalia’s account, Wang Dadong roughly understood what happened.

It turns out Beyoncé started following the BOSS from a young age and was raised by him.

Just like Wu Fangqing and the General.

The only difference is that the General truly treated Wu Fangqing like a daughter, but Beyoncé was the BOSS’s woman.

No wonder Beyoncé held such a high status, for the BOSS, Beyoncé was not only his woman but also akin to family.

From a young age, following the BOSS, seeing Beyoncé grow up, she’s like his daughter.

Beyoncé followed the BOSS for over a decade, obviously not comparable to women who joined him for just one or two years, or even a few months.

No wonder Beyoncé was so cold to him.

It seems Beyoncé’s betrayal is an increasingly difficult feat.

After all, regardless of how the BOSS treats Beyoncé, in her heart, he is like a father.

Although the BOSS did not treat her like a daughter...

Damn it, this old guy is shameless enough to prey on his daughter, Wang Dadong was quite disgruntled.

"How about you? When did you start following the BOSS?" Wang Dadong asked with a smile.

"Two years." Zemalia didn’t hide anything.

Anyhow, there is nothing to hide, her visit to Wang Dadong was simply to meet physiological needs.

If truly asked to be with Wang Dadong, she wasn’t willing to.

"Why did you follow the BOSS?" Wang Dadong asked.

"For money initially." Zemalia admitted.

"And now?"

"Still for money."

Wang Dadong: "..."

Though speechless, Wang Dadong didn’t find Zemalia’s choice wrong.

Everyone pursues different things, Zemalia chose to chase money, becoming the BOSS’s mistress, akin to other women choosing love over a penniless existence.

One chooses money, sacrificing love.

One chooses love, sacrificing money.

Essentially, there’s no difference, nor does one seem nobler than the other.

Wang Dadong didn’t pursue Zemalia for more information; a real spy doesn’t actively pry.