Translator: CinderTL
"Were the things you said earlier true?" Fatty asked fiercely.
"True, true," the landlord nodded repeatedly. "I wouldn't dare lie to you now. It's all true. Only Weng Qing knows the situation of room 808."
"Your friend has left," Weng Qing's voice whispered in Banana Wolf's ear, her breath carrying a certain allure that tempted one to explore further.
She sat down beside Banana Wolf, so close that the pleasant scent filled his nostrils. "Aren't you afraid?" Weng Qing asked, her tone suggestive.
Banana Wolf was panicking inside, but his face showed no trace of it. "Afraid," he said, looking at Weng Qing with clear, water-like eyes. "I'm afraid that my sister won't welcome me and will drive me away too."
Weng Qing's gaze paused for a moment.
After a while—
"Are you hungry?" Weng Qing leaned even closer to Banana Wolf. "What would you like to eat?"
Banana Wolf wanted to say he had already eaten, but Weng Qing's eyes offered no such option. So, he pretended to think deeply for a moment before answering, "Anything is fine, but I'd prefer not takeout. I'd like to eat something my sister made herself."
Weng Qing smiled, the curve of her lips making Banana Wolf's heart tremble. "You're quite good at pleasing girls. Have you said such things to many girls before?"
"I remember the last time they came, there was a girl outside the door," Weng Qing said, her pale fingertips resting on her cheek as she looked at Banana Wolf. "She was your friend too, right?"
"You're my only friend, sister," Banana Wolf sat up straight, declaring solemnly.
Weng Qing stood up and walked toward the kitchen. "How about steak?" Her voice drifted, sometimes near, sometimes far. "It's very fresh."
Banana Wolf watched as she opened the refrigerator door, took out a large piece of meat, and placed it on a silver plate.
Indeed, as Weng Qing had said, the meat was fresh—so fresh it was almost excessive.
There was even blood on it.
Then came the sound of the stove being lit, followed by the sizzling of the steak being fried. Soon, a rich aroma of meat filled the air.
Banana Wolf had never smelled anything so delicious.
Even though his rational mind told him to restrain himself, he still tightly gripped the knife and fork Weng Qing handed him.
"Try it," Weng Qing said moments later, bringing the plate over and sitting beside him, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Banana Wolf cut a small piece with the knife, but as soon as the blade went in, blood oozed out. The steak was barely cooked, almost completely raw.
But Banana Wolf had no choice. Under Weng Qing's expectant gaze, he didn't dare cut it too small and could only brace himself to eat it.
Contrary to the expected bloody taste, his taste buds seemed to awaken to a new sensation. Banana Wolf immediately cut another piece, and then another.
Weng Qing watched him, her eyes filled with satisfaction. She even went back to the kitchen and brought out a bottle of red wine, pouring a glass for Banana Wolf and herself.
The deep red wine swirled in the goblet before finally entering the woman's crimson lips. The beauty of that moment was something Banana Wolf had never experienced before.
He felt as if he had stepped into a new realm.
Seeing Banana Wolf staring at her in a daze, Weng Qing's eyes remained as alluring as ever. She seemed accustomed to such gazes from men.
An unusual aura of seduction flowed from this woman, and Banana Wolf couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Does it taste good?" Weng Qing ran her finger across her red lips, wiping away a lingering drop of wine.
"The meat is tender, layered, smooth, rich but not greasy! It's chewy! And most importantly, it's springy and silky!"
Banana Wolf scrambled for all the adjectives he could think of to praise the food, though he genuinely meant it.
"Then eat more," Weng Qing said, seemingly in an unusually good mood, as if she was rarely praised.
"Sister, aren't you going to eat?" Banana Wolf resisted the urge to finish it all, as he was now suspicious of the meat's origin.
He had spent some time in Australia and had eaten plenty of steaks, but this texture was a first for him. Moreover, the beef had an indescribably strange taste.
Weng Qing's eyes grew even more crimson, and the way she stared at Banana Wolf made him feel like she might pounce on him at any moment and treat him as food.
But thankfully, she didn't.
She didn't reject Banana Wolf's "kindness." Instead, she reached over, took his knife, cut a small piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.
She chewed slowly.
This intimate gesture left Banana Wolf at a loss. He had tried multiple times to probe Weng Qing for the secret of room 808.
But she never gave him the chance.
It seemed this time was meant only for the two of them.
Finally, Banana Wolf couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low voice, "Sister, what do you do for a living?"
Weng Qing rested her chin on her hand, her beautiful eyebrows twitching. "I used to be a landlord, but now..." She smiled. "I've taken a liking to photography." A glint of light flashed in her crimson eyes.
"A landlord?" Banana Wolf continued, his voice sweetened. "That's quite good. People like us struggle for half a lifetime in the city and still might not be able to afford a house."
"By the way," Banana Wolf picked up his wine glass and said casually, "It seems you own more than just this place."
Weng Qing exhaled a breath of wine, her eyes hazy. "I have a few other properties, but they're not here. They're in Building 3."
"I envy you, sister. Not only are you beautiful, but your circumstances are so favorable too." Banana Wolf blinked, his gentle gaze almost enveloping Weng Qing.
"You have a sweet tongue," Weng Qing said, clearly in a good mood. She stared at Banana Wolf's lips, a hint of desire in her eyes.
But she quickly masked it by taking a sip of wine.
Banana Wolf suddenly felt something was off, though he couldn't pinpoint what. The woman before him... seemed different somehow.
"I can't stay any longer. I need to ask my questions quickly and then leave," he thought. He took a sip of wine, using the alcohol to bolster his courage.
Weng Qing seemed a bit drunk. She slowly stood up, her loose nightgown slipping slightly, revealing one of her shoulders without her noticing.
"I'm tired," Weng Qing said, her eyes unfocused. "Will you take me to the bedroom?"
Weng Qing had committed suicide in that bedroom. It was undoubtedly dangerous. But before Banana Wolf could refuse, Weng Qing's hand was already on his face, slowly tracing along his cheek before stopping at his lips. "Inside... there's something you want."
Banana Wolf's breathing became rapid. He felt as if his entire body was burning, especially the cheek where Weng Qing's fingers had traced.
"Alright," he said, as if under a spell, and stood up. Weng Qing leaned against him. "Sister, take it slow. Be careful of your steps."
The bedroom door opened easily. Inside, it was spotlessly clean. Two golden retrievers sat in the corner, tongues out, looking not fierce but rather adorable.
The bedroom wasn't large. A small night light was attached to the wall, casting a soft orange glow. By this light, Banana Wolf noticed that the walls were covered with photos.
Each photo featured a different man.
The background was this very bedroom!!
(End of the Chapter)
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