The next second, a tearing pain made Ye Jiuting cry out completely.
Panting and sweat blended into a magma that could melt one’s heart.
Surrounded by intense masculine hormones, Ye Jiuting hovered between life and death.
For a day and a night, he took whatever he wanted.
As consciousness slowly returned, it brought with it an aching back and sore limbs, along with a dry mouth from the heavy sweating after the drug’s effects had worn off.
Ye Jiuting slowly opened her eyes, taking in the dimly lit room with its black, white, and gray tones.
The image of her lying on the bed was reflected in the top-tier crystal chandelier mirror on the ceiling.
Her face was deathly pale, her lips a vivid red, full and sensual.
It was the effect of being kissed fiercely, slightly swollen.
Gently lifting the blanket, she found herself completely naked beneath it.
Her body was covered in scattered kiss marks, which had turned deep red overnight.
Her skin was cold and pale, the marks like red plum blossoms scattered in heavy snow.
Vividly reminding Ye Jiuting of what had happened before!
Turning her head, Ye Jiuting saw the God of Gamblers sitting majestically on the sofa by the window, legs crossed.
Clad in black and immersed in the dimness, he resembled a hunting tiger, hidden and invisible.
A ray of sunlight, sharp as a blade, sliced through the curtains, passing beneath his feet, making him look like a celestial being stepping across the galaxy.
Noble and illustrious, untouchable.
Only then did Ye Jiuting’s muddled mind fully clear.
She grabbed the bath towel from the bedside, wrapped it around herself, and got out of bed to greet him.
“Mr. God of Gamblers, hello.”
Little did she know she had overestimated her current physical condition.
As her toes touched the ground, her joints ached, and she stumbled, falling at his feet.
Ye Jiuting propped herself up with her hands and looked up, just as the sunlight fell directly into her eyes.
Her vision seemed shrouded in a thin mist, making Chu Yuan’s figure appear dreamlike and illusory.
After a few dazed seconds, Ye Jiuting tried to stand up.
But her limbs were weak, and she failed several times.
Chu Yuan bent down, helping her up with one hand. “If you’re not feeling well, you can lie down a little longer.”
The bath towel around Ye Jiuting loosened, and she hurriedly grabbed it to keep it from falling.
He was impeccably dressed, restrained and noble, like a celestial being.
She was barely clothed, disheveled and in disarray.
Separated by the light on the floor, they seemed to belong to two different worlds.
Ye Jiuting bowed reverently to the God of Gamblers.
“I’m fine now. Thank you for saving me last night. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance. I have something very important to attend to, so I’ll take my leave for today.”
With that, she looked up at Chu Yuan and asked, “May I?”
Chu Yuan replied, “You may. You can wear the clothes by the bedside.”
Ye Jiuting bowed to Chu Yuan once more, took the clothes from the bedside, and went to the bathroom to change before coming out.
“Mr. God of Gamblers, farewell.”
The God of Gamblers merely nodded politely.
Ye Jiuting then turned and left.
The suite of the God of Gamblers on the Renjian Hao was unimaginably vast.
Outside the master bedroom, which spanned over two hundred square meters, was a three-section living room.
Pushing the door open led to the corridor of the VIP Suite.
At the end of the corridor stood two uniformed attendants, who opened the door for her.
As Ye Jiuting stepped out, she found herself in the economy class area.
She needed to return to her room, retrieve her phone to contact her family, hire a lawyer to handle the lawsuit, and deal with Mr. Zhou’s affairs.
Ye Jiuting’s room was located in the staff working area. After walking several dozen meters without encountering a single person, only the echo of her footsteps reverberated in the corridor.
An eerie silence lingered in her heart, and her eyelids twitched violently.
A sense of foreboding washed over her.
Ye Jiuting pushed open the door to her room and stepped inside.
Immediately, she saw two foreign men in uniforms standing in her room, clearly having waited for some time.
Upon seeing her enter, the two men stood up.
In English, they said, “Doctor, we are law enforcement officers from Country H. You are suspected of killing our Decryption Bureau personnel. We will lawfully arrest you and request your cooperation with our investigation. Otherwise, we will resort to coercive measures.”
Only then did Ye Jiuting realize the magnitude of the situation.
A cross-border case involving state personnel.
She could not let these people take her away.
Once escorted to Country H, those people wouldn’t interrogate her or seek the truth of the matter.
Subordinates, eager for merit, would simply convict her, throw her directly into prison, and sentence her to centuries behind bars.
If necessary, they would even silence her for good.
Her life would be over.
Ye Jiuting’s first instinct was to run, but before she could take a single step, she saw one of them raise a gun and aim it at her.
“Doctor, don’t do anything you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”
Ye Jiuting had no choice but to surrender.
Her hands were cuffed, and the two tall foreigners escorted her out of the room like a prisoner, one on each side.
Ye Jiuting was once again taken back to the VIP Suite area.
After winding through several corridors, they entered a door.
Inside, several men were gathered, holding wine glasses, with beauties in their arms, indulging in a world of pleasure and extravagance.
Ye Jiuting immediately spotted the God of Gamblers seated in the place of honor.
A girl knelt at his feet, serving him with an expression of infatuation and reverence.
The God of Gamblers was chatting quietly with a foreign man beside him, not sparing her a glance.
The others present also treated her as if she were invisible, leaving her standing to the side like a lifeless decoration in the suite.
Over ten minutes later, a round at the card table concluded.
The girl kneeling at the God of Gamblers’ feet neatly stacked the winning chips.
Three phoenix cries echoed through the Renjian Hao.
A virtual fire phoenix circled three times above the ship.
One circle represented a big win of one hundred million, three circles meant three hundred million.
For many companies with hundreds or even thousands of employees, this was a profit they could not achieve even with a year of diligent work. On the Renjian Hao, it was merely a game at their card table.
Truly a life of drunken dreams and dazzling luxury.
Wang Zhenghang, with his back to Ye Jiuting, pushed the chips aside, lit a cigarette, and said, “I’ve never won against you.”
Chu Yuan smiled, picking up a wine glass from the tray. “It’s just a game.”
Wang Zhenghang joked with a laugh, “Let’s break up.”
The foreign man, Enzo, said, “Mr. Chu, when will you visit Las Vegas? Their boss has sent invitations many times. This time, when I came, he even asked me to extend an invitation if I happened to meet you.”
Wang Zhenghang remarked, “Poaching? That won’t do. Chu Yuan is my man on this ship. Anyone who tries to poach him will have to deal with me.”
He touched the ring on his middle finger, a symbol of authority on the Renjian Hao.
Often, this gesture signaled an intent to kill.
Wang Zhenghang lost interest in playing cards and turned to leave, only to notice Ye Jiuting standing in the middle of the living room.
Her figure was graceful, her face delicate and beautiful.
Her hands were cuffed, like a prisoner awaiting judgment.
Her stunning beauty was impossible to ignore.
“Where did this beauty come from?”
Wang Zhenghang turned to look at Chu Yuan. “Yours?”
Chu Yuan took a sip of wine and shook his head.
Enzo said, “Mine.”
Wang Zhenghang clicked his tongue twice. “This one is truly beautiful! We didn’t even notice her ourselves, but Mr. Enzo managed to find her.”
Enzo said, “The Mr. Zhou frozen in your cold storage—she killed him.”
In an instant, everyone’s gaze fell upon Ye Jiuting.
Those playful looks turned into sharp knives.
Ye Jiuting looked at the several people without arrogance or humility.
“I was framed. My medicine was swapped, and I injected Mr. Zhou with the drug without knowing. I also didn’t know Mr. Zhou’s identity beforehand.”
“Arresting me will only let the real culprit go free. I can cooperate with your investigation… I’m from Gangcheng. Even if I’m to be investigated, I should be sent back to Gangcheng to be tried by the local court.”
She spoke methodically, calm and composed, fighting for her interests and clearing her name.
Everyone was very gentlemanly and did not interrupt her.
Only then did Enzo say, “Whether you were framed or not doesn’t matter. What matters is that our Decryption Bureau member died, and he died at your hands.”
The implication was that as long as someone took responsibility for this matter, who cared how the man named Zhou died?
Enzo made a gesture. “Take her away and lock her up.”
Ye Jiuting had long known they were unreasonable and didn’t expect Enzo to actually investigate the truth.
She pushed away the person trying to grab her with her elbow and pleaded with the only person in the room she was familiar with.
“Mr. God of Gamblers, please testify for me. I was framed last night and nearly taken away to be silenced.”