Addicted to Pampering His Wife

Chapter 1: Catching Them Red-Handed

"Dear, do you have any R-type threaded rods left?"

"Yes, we do."

"Add a vibrating rod and a black wildcat lingerie set."

"Got it. What's the address?"

"Room 2202, Lihua Hotel."

"Okay, see you soon."

By the time Jing Ning arrived at Lihua Hotel, it was already 11 p.m.

At this hour, for someone in the adult product business, delivering goods personally wasn't exactly safe—especially considering she was a young, attractive woman. But what choice did she have? Life wasn't easy, and everything—food, housing, transportation—required money. Besides, Mu Yanze was coming back in a few days.

They had been in a long-distance relationship for six years. Most of that time, he had been busy handling both domestic and international business. Naturally, she didn’t want to hold him back. Their relationship had remained strong, and in addition to her main job, she’d started a small side business. She had even planned a surprise for his birthday, just a few days away.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she thought about it. She lowered the black brim of her cap slightly and carried the delivery box inside.

Lihua Hotel was a renowned entertainment venue in Jincheng, frequented by the wealthy and influential. The grand lobby was filled with opulence, and even the elevators were adorned with gold and silver. Inside, the lights sparkled, almost making you feel small in comparison.

Jing Ning, however, wasn’t looking around. She held the box firmly in her hands, her delicate face mostly obscured by a mask, leaving only her cool, detached eyes visible. She had an air of calm indifference.

The elevator chimed softly as it arrived at the 22nd floor. Jing Ning stepped out and quickly found Room 2202. She pressed the doorbell.

Before the door even opened, she could hear hurried, flirtatious moans coming from inside.

"Ze, ah... wait, it sounds like the delivery's here."

"Hold on, I'll get it."

Jing Ning’s lips twitched involuntarily. The delivery hadn’t even arrived, and they were already... this eager?

The door opened quickly, revealing a man in a bathrobe, still damp from the shower. Jing Ning didn’t look at him. She just handed over the box. "843 yuan. Cash or card?"

The man didn’t move. A moment passed, and then a hesitant voice asked, "... Ning Ning?"

Jing Ning froze, her eyes slowly lifting. Standing there was a tall man, his short hair still wet. He wore only a white bathrobe, and under the warm yellow light, his handsome, fair face displayed surprise, confusion, and a hint of panic.

Jing Ning’s expression turned icy.

"Yan Ze, who’s that?" she asked, her voice steady.

"It’s no one. Just the delivery," Mu Yanze quickly interjected before Jing Ning could speak. He hastily pulled a stack of bills from his wallet, shoved them into her hand, and snatched the box from her. Then, with a loud slam, the door was shut.

Jing Ning stood there for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly. Her face went pale.

Then, a bitter laugh escaped her lips.

Looking at the money in her hand, it felt like the cruelest joke—mocking her ignorance and foolishness.

From inside, the sounds of passion continued. Jing Ning took a deep breath, pushing back the surge of bitterness in her chest.

She turned, pulling out her phone as she walked toward the elevator.

"Hello, is this the police station? I’d like to report drug use and prostitution at Lihua Hotel, Room number..."

Twenty minutes later...

A police car pulled up in front of Lihua Hotel, reporters with cameras in tow. Hotel guests were escorted out, and the reporters rushed forward.

"Mr. Mu, someone has reported you for drug use and hiring prostitutes at the hotel. Is that true?"

"Mr. Mu, as the heir to the Mu Group, do you think this behavior is appropriate?"

"Mr. Mu, who is the woman with you? Is she a rising star from the entertainment industry, as rumors suggest?"

"Mr. Mu..."

Mu Yanze was overwhelmed, surrounded by reporters. Even the police couldn't keep them at bay. His patience finally snapped.

"Get lost!" he yelled.

The reporters jumped back in surprise, but Mu Yanze’s cold glare sliced through the crowd. His eyes locked on Jing Ning, who stood just outside the circle.

"Is this what you wanted?" he spat.

Jing Ning gave him a cold smile, her eyes glinting with mockery.

"You’ll never get me this way."

Suddenly, she stepped forward, and in front of the police and reporters, she raised her hand—

Slap!

The loud sound of the slap echoed, leaving Mu Yanze’s face turned sideways.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The police opened their mouths, but Jing Ning beat them to it.

"Sorry, I was a little unsteady and couldn’t resist."

She smiled faintly, rubbing her wrist as she looked at the furious Mu Yanze. Her voice was ice-cold.

"A piece of wasted paper, now sinking in the muck. Do you really think I still care? That slap was just interest. The principal is due in three days. I want it all back, and I’ll make sure you pay."

A flash of panic crossed Mu Yanze’s eyes.

"W-What principal?"

Jing Ning raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Are you sure you want me to remind you?"

Mu Yanze’s face drained of color.

She looked at him with a look full of sarcasm and disdain, and when it became clear that he had no more words to say, the police waved their hands, signaling for the arrest.

With the culprit taken away, the reporters quickly dispersed. The once-bustling entrance of the hotel grew eerily quiet.

Jing Ning stood still for a moment, letting the relief wash over her. She was about to leave when her eyes met a pair of dark, piercing ones.

A young man in a dark suit, tall and composed, stood nearby. His short hair was neatly styled, and his dark eyes seemed endless, like a deep sea. Under the dim light, his features were chiseled, and he exuded a quiet elegance that made him stand out against the flashing neon of the hotel.

Jing Ning’s heart skipped a beat. There was something oddly familiar about him.

However, when her gaze shifted to the cautious secretary by his side and the silver Porsche parked nearby, she quickly dismissed the thought. He was probably someone she wouldn’t know.

She didn’t linger. She turned to leave.

But just as she did, the man’s voice called after her.

"Who was that person?"

His assistant, Su Mu, answered quickly, "You mean the one taken away by the police? He’s the young master of the Mu Group, just returned from abroad a few days ago."

Lu Jing Shen frowned slightly. "I’m asking about the woman."

Su Mu blinked in confusion. "The woman?"

Noticing the displeasure on Lu Jing Shen’s face, Su Mu quickly corrected himself.

"Sorry, President. I’ll look into it right away..."

"No need," Lu Jing Shen interrupted, pausing for a moment, deep in thought. Then, as if realizing something, a glint of surprise flickered in his eyes.

He turned back toward the direction Jing Ning had gone, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. After a moment’s reflection, he walked back inside.

Later that day...

As the one who had filed the report, Jing Ning was required to accompany the police to the station. She had just finished giving her statement when a group stormed in.

The first to approach was Wang Xuemei, the matriarch of the Jing family. Without a word, she slapped Jing Ning across the face.

Jing Ning’s face stung, and she tasted blood. She lifted her head to meet the eyes of the people standing before her.

"You ungrateful wretch!" Wang Xuemei shouted, shaking with fury.

"You knew that was your sister, and you still had the nerve to report it? Do you want to kill me?"

Jing Ning wiped the blood from her mouth and looked at the elderly woman with a mocking expression.

"Sister? You mean Jing Xiaoya?"

"Stop playing dumb! The news is everywhere. They’re saying the second daughter of the Jing family seduced someone else’s fiancé. As the one who started this, how could you not know?"

Jing Ning chuckled softly, her eyes narrowing.

"So it was her, huh? I thought she was just some random woman trying to start a business, but turns out she’s my dear sister."