The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 115: Poison Needle! (Bonus - )

The chaos inside the party hall did not fade even after the main disaster had ended. Instead, it spread like a ripple that refused to settle.

Those who could escape had already rushed out, their expensive suits and elegant gowns reduced to nothing more than burdens they wished they could throw away.

Others crowded desperately toward the washrooms, pushing and shoving without any regard for status, identity, or dignity. The once refined venue had completely collapsed into a scene of panic and disgust.

Yet strangely, the number of people inside did not decrease. The commotion had already spread outside, drawing curious onlookers and late-arriving guests toward the hall.

Some stood at the entrance trying to understand what had happened, while others stepped inside out of sheer curiosity, only to regret it immediately.

Amidst all this, Chu Daxing stumbled forward.

His steps were uneven as his polished shoes slipped against the contaminated floor. He barely managed to steady himself by grabbing onto a nearby table, his face twisting into something ugly and ferocious. The overwhelming stench clung to him like a curse, invading every breath he took.

"Damn it... damn it..." he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with fury.

His entire body reeked, and the discomfort was unbearable. Every movement made him feel as if he were suffocating in his own humiliation.

"That old fool..." he snarled, his expression darkening further. "Has he completely lost his mind?"

His eyes burned with anger as his thoughts spiralled.

"Where did he find that... that shit factory?"

Even saying the words made his stomach churn, but the humiliation was far worse.

This wasn’t just embarrassment.

This was destruction.

Everything he had built—his reputation, his business plans, his carefully cultivated image—had been dragged into the mud in a single night.

If this incident spread, if it affected his standing in the business world...

No. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

It would spread.

There was no doubt about that.

His eyes grew colder, a terrifying intent forming beneath the disgust.

"I’ll kill them all..." he muttered, his voice low and chilling. "Every single one of them..."

Behind him, the chaos continued. His bodyguards were no longer by his side. Some of them were bent over, gagging uncontrollably, while others struggled to support Chu Zhiyuan, who looked like he was on the verge of collapsing after what he had just experienced.

No one paid attention to Chu Daxing.

At that moment, they didn’t notice that he was momentarily alone, except for one.

Through the disordered crowd, a figure moved quietly.

Xiao Mu.

With a calm expression, almost indifferent, as if the surrounding chaos had nothing to do with him. His steps were measured, slipping through the crowd without attracting attention.

His fingers shifted slightly, and a thin needle appeared between them.

It was so fine that it was almost invisible.

A poison needle.

There was no hesitation. No fluctuation in emotion.

His hand moved subtly, and the needle vanished into the air.

A moment later, it pierced into Chu Daxing’s back, hidden beneath the folds of his clothing.

Chu Daxing didn’t even feel it.

There was no pain, no reaction, no awareness.

The poison had already entered his body.

By the time the act was completed, Xiao Mu had already turned away, blending back into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

To him, Chu Daxing was already a dead man.

It was only a matter of time before the result appeared.

Meanwhile, Chu Daxing continued forward, completely unaware of what had just occurred. His bodyguards finally caught up to him, supporting both him and Chu Zhiyuan as they hurried toward the exit.

"Careful, Young Master—!"

"Let’s get out of here first—!"

Chu Zhiyuan could barely respond, his face pale and his condition miserable.

Chu Daxing didn’t even spare a glance backwards.

Not toward the stage. Where his father was.

On the stage, Chu Zhenwu had already collapsed, his old body unable to withstand the shock and humiliation. Yet Chu Daxing showed no concern whatsoever.

"Get the car ready," he said coldly as he stepped out, his tone devoid of any warmth.

If anything, it carried a faint killing intent.

Behind him, the Chu family’s dignity lay in ruins.

And he didn’t care.

Not anymore.

Back in the hall, Chu Jing remained where she stood.

She hadn’t left.

Her gaze lingered on the stage where her grandfather lay unconscious. Several staff members hovered nearby, unsure whether to approach or retreat.

Her fingers tightened slightly at her sides.

She wanted to go forward.

But her body refused to move.

The scene... The smell...

Everything felt overwhelming.

Her lips pressed together as a complicated emotion rose within her.

"You always talked about the honour of the Chu Family..." she thought silently. "And today... You made a fool of yourself in front of everyone."

There was disappointment. Helplessness.

And beneath it all—a quiet sadness.

At that moment, Xiao Mu’s voice sounded beside her.

"Let’s go. They seem fine. We don’t need to stay here anymore."

Chu Jing turned slightly and nodded.

"You’re right..." she said softly. The staff members had already picked up her grandfather and left.

Then, Xiao Mu suddenly frowned and pressed a hand lightly against his stomach.

"I feel like puking," he said. "I’ll come find you in a minute."

Chu Jing’s brows furrowed immediately.

"Is it that bad? Let’s go together."

"No, you go first. I’ll be fine."

Before she could insist further, he had already turned and walked away quickly, his pace hurried as if he truly couldn’t hold it in.

"Hey—wait..."

Chu Jing raised her hand, but stopped midway.

She watched his back disappear into the crowd, a trace of helplessness appearing on her face.

After hesitating for a moment, she followed him.

However, Xiao Mu did not go to the washroom on the same floor. Instead, he moved to the floor above, where the noise and chaos were much quieter.

He entered the washroom, locked the door, and stood before the mirror.

For a brief moment, Xiao Mu stared back at himself.

’It’s time to say goodbye to Xiao Mu.’