Chapter 839: Detoxification

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"Blue pills" Wang Zheng immediately understood what it was. Song Ziyè's face turned red, her body temperature rose, and even a fool could tell what she had taken.

"Wait, I'll detox you."

Hearing Wang Zheng's words, Song Ziyè's gaze instantly became hazy, and her breathing suddenly grew more urgent!

Clearly, she realized what Wang Zheng was about to do, but much to Song Ziyè's surprise, instead of hurriedly stripping off his own clothes or hers in order to detoxify her, he took out a gleaming—silver needle—from the medicine box he carried with him.

Song Ziyè wanted to tell a lame joke about grinding an iron rod into a needle at this moment. She couldn't help but bitterly smile at her mistaken thoughts.

Wang Zheng asked Song Ziyè to lie flat on the sofa and said, "This kind of thing is very harmful to your body; it must be expelled immediately. This bastard deserves punishment for what he did! I'll settle with him later."

Song Ziyè endured the itching in her body as if millions of little insects were crawling around, and a certain area was already wet and slippery. Her pretty face turned even redder. Fortunately, Wang Zheng didn't know about her inappropriate thoughts; otherwise, she would really be too embarrassed to see him again.

But then in the next second, Song Ziyè began to doubt whether she had guessed wrong once more because Wang Zheng started to untie her pants!

Since everyone was so familiar with each other, and they had already seen everything they needed to see and done what needed to be done, Song Ziyè no longer resisted. Instead, she asked: "Aren’t we supposed to do acupuncture Why are you taking off my pants" She thought Wang Zheng was joking around; did this guy have ulterior motives

Isn’t the detoxification method supposed to involve that

Song Ziyè was very puzzled. However, she didn’t get the answer she wanted from Wang Zheng. Instead, he looked serious and pulled down her pants to her knees, revealing a cute purple thong with a bow. It looked extremely adorable but did not match Song Ziyè’s temperament.

Who would have thought that Song Ziyè, who usually projected an image of a formidable businesswoman, would be wearing such an adorable little bra and underwear. Her two snow-white legs were exposed to the air. At the junction of her snow-white thighs, where the tiny purple fabric covered a mysterious area, faint shadows could be seen in the darkness, along with two playful strands of hair poking out from the edges. The slightly bulging outline made people’s hearts tremble.

The most eye-catching thing was that even though Song Ziyè tightly pressed her legs together, she couldn’t hide the wet marks already there.

Although the scenery before him was beautiful, Wang Zheng didn’t feel much like admiring it. His mind was entirely focused on detoxifying Song Ziyè.

The saying goes that all medicine has some toxicity; even more so for such a potent drug. In just a few minutes, Song Ziyè had turned into this state, indicating the incredible effectiveness of the drug. Wang Zheng dared not be careless and simply disinfected before inserting silver needles at several acupoints on Song Ziyè’s abdomen.

Finally, Song Ziyè understood what Wang Zheng was trying to do. Her cute face turned even redder as she realized that she had misunderstood everything from the beginning. Looking at Wang Zheng intently manipulating the silver needle, Song Ziyè felt a warmth in her heart.

Wang Zheng’s hand held the silver needle while his other hand gently pressed on Song Ziyè’s lower abdomen, where countless men dreamed of touching. If any other man saw Wang Zheng’s fingers pressing there, they would probably go mad with envy.

Through Wang Zheng's acupuncture and massage, Song Ziyè could feel the temperature inside her body gradually lowering, and that evil flame was also slowly extinguishing. The redness on her face faded somewhat, indicating that Wang Zheng's techniques were having some effect.

However, as Wang Zheng's massage deepened, Song Ziyè felt an increasing pressure in her lower abdomen, to the point where she couldn't hold it any longer. She hurriedly said, "No no, you stop for now, I need to rush to the bathroom."

"Hold on a little more, you can’t go right now; we have to wait a while for better detoxification effects," Wang Zheng pulled out the silver needle and said firmly.

"But if I hold it any longer, I’m going to pee my pants." Song Ziyè felt truly embarrassed. She didn't know why her lower abdomen suddenly became so full; if she held on a few more seconds, she would really not be able to hold it in anymore. If that happened, the embarrassment would be unbearable, how could she face Wang Zheng afterward

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth as he said, "Don't worry, you just need to hold on for two more minutes."

"Two minutes No no, that’s too long. I can’t hold it any longer now." Song Ziyè didn't care about anything anymore and got up from the sofa in a hurry, holding her stomach as she rushed towards the bathroom. Although she felt very embarrassed right now, there was no time to think about such things.

Wang Zheng put away his silver needles, walked over to Mike who he had knocked out earlier, squatted down and searched him but didn't find anything useful. He then grabbed Mike's feet and dragged him into the bathroom like a dead dog.

Song Ziyè felt her private area was wet and uncomfortable, but she couldn’t change clothes now, so she could only wipe herself briefly and put on her pants haphazardly. As soon as she had just pulled up her pants from the toilet seat, she saw Wang Zheng dragging Mike in; she let out a scream of alarm, her pretty face blushing to the roots of her neck.

"What are you going to do"

Although there was a bashful beauty in front of him, Wang Zheng didn't have the mood to indulge in any romantic story with Song Ziyè at this moment.

"You go out first. I'll interrogate this guy properly."

"I'll stay and watch. I should know something too," said Song Ziyè as she tidied her clothes.

Wang Zheng stroked Song Ziyè's cheek, his expression softening as he said, "But I'm afraid my methods are too brutal and might scare you."

Looking at Wang Zheng's smile, Song Ziyè felt reassured. She replied, "It’s okay, as long as you're here everything will be fine. Methods against enemies should naturally be harsher."

"Then watch from the side," said Wang Zheng as he turned on the shower and started filling the bathtub with water. During this process, he turned to ask doubtfully, "I was in South疆 at that time, only learning about this through newspapers. Is there something behind all of this"

“Yes, indeed there is something behind it,” said Song Ziyè, nodding her head, “It’s very dangerous.”

Thinking of this, Song Ziyè couldn't help feeling sad: "This is a conspiracy. This man claims to be the business director for Greater China at the European Alpine Investment Bank and they want to wholly acquire Qiao Chuannan, but I refused, so they resorted to this method. The Alpine Investment Bank is very mysterious; their reputation in the industry is loud, yet they seldom make any major moves. However, they always manage to successfully acquire promising companies one after another and turn these promising companies into their own assets.ll you! With my own hands!"At this moment, Wang Zheng had already washed the dust off himself in a hotel room. He couldn't be sure if the words he wrote on the wall would cause any trouble for Qiang D...