The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

As the elevator descended, Shen Chonglu dared not even breathe loudly, looking exactly like a wronged little wife—unless, of course, he had started the trouble first.

Song Yunqi leaned against the elevator handrail, one hand casually resting on her abdomen.

Actually, he hadn't planned to go back to the hotel so early. After all, he had just shown his face in front of Meng Zhaoyuan and Su Shen, and hadn't even had a proper chance to say a few words of concern.

But Shen Chonglu is too troublesome. If he stays, there will be chaos sooner or later. If they really start fighting, I won't be able to control him in my current physical condition. Once two grown men get carried away, they will definitely not know their own strength. It will probably be even more difficult to deal with than a pig during the Lunar New Year.

Moreover, he had another matter on his mind.

Su Shen is stubborn and filial, and has relied on his mother since childhood. Even when he was at the Pink Mansion, he was always worried about his seriously ill mother.

The child had refrained from asking for help because he was afraid of causing trouble for Song Yunxi. Now that everything had calmed down, Song Yunxi had to fulfill his wish even if the other party hadn't explicitly asked.

Although the Lu family has fallen and the Pink Mansion has been sealed off, many of the managers who escaped the net are being held by the Shen family's influence, so it is not difficult to find out the whereabouts of Su Shen's mother.

"Yunqi, which hotel should we go to now? I've already had the hotel in Yokohama Peninsula decorated to your liking... in the BD Sam style."

Shen Chonglu hadn't calmed down for more than two minutes when he couldn't stand it anymore, so he shamelessly came over to talk to her again, acting like a shy young girl in love, coy and affected.

"Not going to the hotel."

Song Yunqi didn't even lift her eyelids, and said indifferently, "Go to the Pink Mansion."

Shen Chonglu was stunned, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and his voice rose several decibels: "What are you going to do in that lousy place?"

"That place was just raided; it's a complete mess, like a pigsty, full of bacteria and filth. It's not suitable for your precious body."

It's really worrying me a lot.

His baby is going through a special period right now, with a fragile little thing in his belly. Instead of going back to the hotel to rest, why does he have to go to those unlucky and disgusting shabby places to join in the fun?

"You have a problem with that?" Song Yunxi turned her face, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her phoenix eyes swept over him without any warmth.

Shen Chonglu's words of advice, which were on the tip of his tongue, got stuck in his throat. His expression turned into a jumbled mess of emotions, and in the end, he had no choice but to swallow them back in a humiliating manner.

"No...no objection."

He wilted and muttered aggrievedly, "You're the boss, you make the decisions. Anyway, with me here, nothing will happen to you."

As he spoke, he took out his phone to clear a path for his bodyguards, and followed Song Yunqi out of the elevator.

Maybach was waiting downstairs outside the courtyard early in the morning.

After Song Yunqi got into the car, he leaned back on the soft cushion and closed his eyes to rest. Not long after, a large, hot hand suddenly reached out to him and skillfully and carefully massaged his legs to relax them.

Shen Chonglu clearly intended to please him, massaging his shoulders and legs, busying himself with it. After massaging for more than ten minutes, he suddenly lowered his head, held up his ten fingers, and began to count them carefully.

He was still muttering to himself, his voice so low it was like a mosquito's buzz, it was really annoying:

"Out of 100... I lost 10 points at the beginning, then another 10 points for skimping on the food I brought, then 10 points for serving you well tonight, then 20 points for talking to Su Shen and that guy surnamed Meng, and then 40 points for talking nonsense in the ward just now..."

Shen Chonglu fiddled with his hands, the abacus beads in his eyes clicking and clattering.

Finally, his tense shoulders relaxed, clearly indicating that he had figured it out, and he let out a long breath.

「幸好幸好……100减10减10加10加20再减40……算明白了，还有七十分！优势依旧在我！」

Song Yunxi opened her eyes, startled by the noise, and glanced at the big dog amusing itself beside her, feeling a dull ache in her head.

"If you keep barking like a dog, you won't be able to keep these 70 points."

Shen Chonglu immediately fell silent, obediently sitting down by the car door with his knees neatly together. However, his warm hands remained firmly pressed against Song Yunqi's lower back, kneading and massaging her with perfect rhythm and pressure, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

More than half an hour later, the black convoy stopped in front of an old villa in the suburbs of Shanghai.

The once luxurious and extravagant Pink Mansion is now deserted, with a seal on the gate and burly men in black guarded and controlled by the Shen family's bodyguards.

Shen Chonglu got out of the car first, opened his black umbrella to block the scorching sunlight outside, and reached out his other hand to help Song Yunqi out of the car in a very natural way.

"President Shen, President Song, they're interrogating him in the backyard."

The head of the bodyguards jogged over and respectfully led the way: "The thugs and managers of the mansion are being held there, awaiting your orders."

Song Yunqi walked in with gentle steps. Shen Chonglu's large hand rested lightly on his lower back, tilting most of the umbrella over the young man's head to ensure he wasn't exposed to the sun at all.

In the main hall of the backyard, several usually arrogant stewards knelt in a row. They had clearly been beaten, with bruises all over their bodies. They hung their heads like quails, not daring to say a word.

Song Yunqi sat down on the soft chair brought by the bodyguard, crossed her long legs, and her sharp gaze fell on a middle-aged man kneeling at the front.

"Where is Su Shen's mother?"

The young man got straight to the point; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried the absolute authority of someone who had long held a position of power.

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he was asked the name. His cloudy eyes darted around, and his confusion was obvious.

He stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Song Yunqi frowned, a hint of impatience in her cool voice, and added:

"His code name in the mansion was 330."

Upon hearing this number, the middle-aged man's confusion only increased.

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of servants and playthings imprisoned in the mansion. They might be gone any day. The turnover is extremely high. Their code names are not exclusive and have no special meaning. They are reset when someone dies.

In the eyes of these stewards who held the power of life and death, these people who had been stripped of their names were nothing more than disposable expendables that could be replaced and destroyed at any time. Why would they bother to remember such lowly tools?

Song Yunxi coldly shifted her gaze to the other stewards kneeling beside her, repeating each word slowly and deliberately:

Does anyone know the whereabouts of 330's mother?

The row of people remained silent, heads bowed low, none daring to utter a sound.

Looking at this group of clueless people, Song Yunqi felt a surge of anger. Her already tight chest felt even more suffocated, and her temples began to ache slightly.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, revealing the young man's suppressed anger. The recurring urge to gag rose in his throat again, causing him to cough softly.

Seeing this, Shen Chonglu, who was standing to the side, felt his heart jump into his throat. He quickly bent down and placed his large hand on Song Yunqi's thin back, soothing her with smooth movements.

He doesn't care about anyone or anything other than Song Yunqi; he came here today purely to accompany his wife.

Seeing his beloved wife's beautiful face turn pale with anger, and even her pregnancy symptoms kicking in, the man's playful and ingratiating smile vanished, replaced by a terrifying ferocity churning in his dark pupils.

"A bunch of useless trash."

His face was filled with murderous intent as he casually drew a folding dagger gleaming coldly from the bodyguard's waist.

The crisp sound of metal snapping open was particularly jarring in the lobby.

Shen Chonglu took a step forward, his tall shadow instantly enveloping the middle-aged man at the front. He half-squatted down, his fingers gripping the sharp dagger, the cold blade patting the middle-aged man's oily cheek.

"Since you know nothing, there's no point in keeping you around."

As he spoke, his fingertips twitched slightly, and the sharp blade was pressed directly against the middle-aged man's Adam's apple. The cold touch made the man's muscles stiffen, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"If you can't come up with a reason, I'll chop you up and throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

The man's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He was so frightened that he cried and snot streamed down his face. His body trembled violently, and his forehead slammed against the cold floor tiles, making a dull thud.

"Mr. Shen, spare me! Mr. Song, spare me!"

He wept bitterly, pleading repeatedly, "I really don't remember anything about 330! I swear!!"

"The old rule at the mansion was to lure people in first. If they were people from the lower class who had nowhere else to turn because a family member was seriously ill, we would use the same script, making a false promise that their relative would receive medical treatment and recuperation."

"But once you step inside the mansion, there's no way you'll leave alive. Who's going to honor those castles in the air that are just painted on paper? All the promised conditions will naturally be null and void!"

"We're not a charity; we wouldn't actually take care of their families for them!"