Zhou Wanning’s tears poured out uncontrollably. She hadn’t expected Luo Shuhang to love her deeply, but how could he—how could he treat her like this?
She twisted her body, trying to push President Li away, but she had no strength left. Her body was growing hotter and hotter.
Her squirming only inflamed President Li further, yet he dared not act recklessly.
After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the private room.
As soon as they stepped outside, they saw Lu Jinzhou walking toward them.
Zhou Wanning’s tears fell even harder. She looked at Lu Jinzhou, pleading for help.
Her tear-filled eyes were fixed on him, her lashes damp with tears. At that moment, she looked as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.
“Lu… save me…” Her voice was as light as a feather, trembling with sobs.
Her eyes, brimming with tears, held a plea and a trust. Now, Lu Jinzhou was her only hope.
She heard President Li call out, “President Lu.”
Lu Jinzhou’s gaze slowly fell upon her—from her reddened eyes, to her limp, hanging wrist, to her trembling body tormented by the drug.
His eyes showed no ripple of emotion, calm as a bottomless, icy pool. The corner of his mouth lifted in a mocking curve. “What’s going on?”
He spoke, steady as always.
President Li: “Miss Wanning isn’t feeling well. I was thinking of sending her home.”
Zhou Wanning shook her head. No, it wasn’t like that.
Lu Jinzhou stepped closer, his fingertips gently brushing the corner of her eye. The gesture seemed tender, but his touch was cool against her cheek.
“Is that so?”
Zhou Wanning looked at him, tears falling once more. No, it wasn’t. Her lips trembled, her voice shaking as she repeated, “Save… save me.”
Lu Jinzhou glanced at President Li.
“Since President Lu knows her, I’ll trouble you to send Miss Wanning home.” With that, he released Zhou Wanning and quickly left the scene.
Feeling President Li gone from behind her, Zhou Wanning could no longer hold on. Her body went limp and collapsed into Lu Jinzhou’s arms.
He reached out to support her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through her qipao. In her muddled consciousness, all that remained was a sense of dependence and safety.
Zhou Wanning: “Th… thank you.”
Lu Jinzhou hooked one arm under her knees and wrapped the other around her shoulders, lifting her into a horizontal carry.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anyone bully you.” The only one who can bully you is me.
Zhou Wanning’s pitiful, tear-stained appearance—so fragile and helpless—had become the most delectable prey in the depths of his desire.
The elevator doors slowly closed, ascending directly to the top floor, cutting off all connection to the outside world.
Zhou Wanning leaned against his chest, waves of heat assaulting her fragile nerves.
“So hot,” she breathed out, her warm breath fanning across Lu Jinzhou’s neck.
The suite door opened.
Lu Jinzhou placed Zhou Wanning on the sofa. “Drink some water.”
He poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Her vision blurred, and her unsteady hands couldn’t hold the glass. It slipped and fell to the floor, water soaking into the carpet.
Lu Jinzhou didn’t pick up the glass. Instead, he sat beside Zhou Wanning. “Wanning, what’s wrong?”
She didn’t know. She just felt so hot and uncomfortable. Her innocent eyes looked up at him.
“It hurts. I’m in pain,” she whimpered, her tone almost like a coquettish plea.
Lu Jinzhou’s hand gripped her arm as he leaned close to her ear and asked, “Does it hurt that much? What should we do about it, then?”
Zhou Wanning’s hand unconsciously rose to clutch at his lapel. “Hot.”
Lu Jinzhou stared at those slightly parted red lips, then leaned down and gave them a soft, sucking kiss that made a soft pop sound.
“Like this?”
His hand slid to the small of her back, pressing her against him.
His lips descended again, landing on the corner of her mouth, her chin, her neck, her collarbone—a series of wet, heated kisses that lingered for a long time.
“Feeling better now?”
Zhou Wanning clutched his lapel tightly, her mouth capable only of panting.
His large hand pressed against the slit of her cheongsam, able to feel the heat of her thigh.
Zhou Wanning leaned in a little closer, her red lips unconsciously brushing against his Adam’s apple.
Lu Jinzhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly. He could no longer restrain the desire within him. He pressed her down onto the sofa.
Zhou Wanning’s hands were pinned above her head by him. He gripped her chin and kissed her fiercely.
“Ningning, open your mouth.”
Their lips and tongues tangled. Lu Jinzhou allowed no resistance from her, the force of his invasion growing heavier and heavier. When their lips finally parted, a silvery strand of saliva lingered between them.
Rip.
The frog buttons of the cheongsam were torn open, revealing Zhou Wanning’s delicate, straight collarbones.
Lu Jinzhou lowered his head and bit down hard.
Zhou Wanning whimpered in pain. “It hurts.”
This was her punishment—for failing to see clearly, for setting her sights on someone like Luo Shuhang.
The hem of the cheongsam had already ridden up to her waist.
She wore sheer stockings tonight, her shapely, slender legs gleaming.
Lu Jinzhou picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
The soft mattress dipped under their weight. Lu Jinzhou gripped her neck and kissed her again.
Zhou Wanning reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her body growing softer and softer as she endured his relentless demands.
“Mmm…”
The torn cheongsam still hung loosely on Zhou Wanning’s body.
She faced away from Lu Jinzhou, her fingers clutching the pillow tightly, unconsciously begging for mercy, just wanting to be let go.
He tormented her for a long time before Lu Jinzhou picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
Her hands braced against the bathroom counter.
In the mirror, she saw herself covered in pinch marks and love bites.
Her dazed eyes looked at the man behind her.
It seemed to be Lu Jinzhou… Then she thought she must be going mad.
After another round in the bathroom, Lu Jinzhou finally washed Zhou Wanning clean, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the bedroom.
He nuzzled against the crook of her neck. “Baby, you’re finally mine.”
As dawn’s first light crept in, Zhou Wanning slowly opened her eyes.
Her first realization was a heavy arm draped across her waist.
Fragments of last night’s memories came flooding back.
The helplessness of being drugged by Luo Shuhang and given to someone else, the relief of being saved by Lu Jinzhou.
And then?
A night of uncontrolled chaos with Lu Jinzhou.
She didn’t even dare to turn around and look. Lu Jinzhou was Zhou Leyu’s boyfriend.
The boyfriend she had introduced to the family not long ago.
Self-blame, regret, shame, and despair coiled around her heart like venomous snakes, suffocating her.
The arm around her waist tightened slightly, and Zhou Wanning shrank back.
Lu Jinzhou was still asleep.
Tears silently slid down Zhou Wanning’s cheeks. How could she face Zhou Leyu? If Mother Zhou found out, she would surely curse her to death. She could already imagine Mother Zhou’s vicious words.
She still didn’t dare to look back at Lu Jinzhou. Instead, she tried to push his arm away.
“Awake? Sleep a little longer.” The man’s voice was still lazy with sleep.
Zhou Wanning froze, her body stiffening.
She pushed his arm away more forcefully, wanting to put distance between them.
Lu Jinzhou did not give her the chance, flipping over to pin her beneath him, his eyes dark and unreadable with a chilling intensity.
“Waking up and turning your back on me?”
Zhou Wanning’s eyes reddened. “You… you knew I was drugged. Why didn’t you…”
He could have taken her to the hospital.
“Ningning, you begged me to save you,” he leaned down, whispering in her ear, his breath scorching yet his words icy and piercing. “You should be saying thank you.”