Raindrops pattered against the windowpane outside, while the room was shrouded in semi-darkness by heavy curtains.
Lips met, breaths mingled.
Narrow, ink-black eyes locked with glistening ones, the redness at their corners entangling seductively, stirring the soul.
“Why are you crying?”
His voice was low and husky, magnetic and alluring.
“Be good, it won’t hurt…”
The man’s knuckles were rough and forceful, clasping delicate wrists as their fingers intertwined, hardness blending with softness.
His raspy tone carried both helplessness and restraint.
The pillow dipped.
In response came a dazed, soft murmur, “Fu Moyan…”
“I’m here. Hold me tight, it’ll feel good.”
Lace curtains crumpled under pressure.
In the dim night, the man’s features were sharp, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his prominent Adam’s apple as severe as a blade.
Sweat seemed to glisten on his brow and the tip of his nose…
Nan Sheng, dressed in a plain cheongsam, lounged lazily on the sofa, her slender waist as delicate as a spring willow.
Watching the scene in the video, her waist suddenly felt heavy, recalling the sensation of being trapped by a large hand, with no escape.
The scent of cedar lingered around her.
The madness from a month ago resurfaced before her eyes.
Bang! Bang! The door knocked.
Nan Sheng snapped out of her memories, her voice slightly hoarse. “Come in.”
She paused the video, straightened her posture, and sat upright with elegant grace, the simple cheongsam outlining her perfect figure.
The door pushed open, and her assistant Qin Dai rushed in, flustered. “Miss, Second Master Fu has barged in with his men!”
“Fu Moyan?”
Nan Sheng’s eyes remained gentle, a smile playing on her lips, her slightly raised brows hinting at surprise.
The next moment, the main door swung open!
The man stood silhouetted against the light, exuding an oppressive chill.
Nan Sheng’s first glimpse was of his sharply defined jawline, then his frost-cold eyes, deep and hawk-like.
A month ago, those same eyes had burned with wild redness, blazing with passion.
As if he wanted to devour her whole.
And now, in the blink of an eye, he had turned cold and ruthless?
Lost in thought for a moment, a woman was forced to her knees before Nan Sheng by a bodyguard.
“Third Miss, save me!” the woman pleaded desperately.
Nan Sheng recognized her instantly.
Lin Mei, a maid from this villa who had resigned just two days prior.
“Third Miss, I couldn’t hide it any longer—how you deliberately drugged Second Master! I… I confessed everything!”
She looked terrified. “If I didn’t tell the truth, Second Master would kill me!”
“Deliberately schemed?”
Nan Sheng frowned slightly, her gaze puzzled as she looked at Fu Moyan, her current fiancé.
Fu Moyan’s voice was icy, his eyes frosty. “I’m waiting to hear Third Miss Nan’s defense.”
Lin Mei struggled and sobbed, “You said it yourself! The Fu and Nan families have been engaged for half a year, but the Fu family never mentions marriage. They probably want to break off the engagement. Now that the Nan Family is in trouble and needs the Fu Family’s help, we must use some means to subdue Second Master, get married first, and then leverage the Fu Family’s influence.”
Nan Sheng’s smile remained unchanged as she asked calmly, “Oh… and then?”
“Then you told me to put something in Second Master’s drink and take the chance to escort him to your room.” Lin Mei stared fearfully at Nan Sheng.
“The evidence is hidden in the left drawer of the dressing table in the bedroom. That drug was specially made by the Nan Family’s pharmaceutical factory and hasn’t been released for sale yet. Only members of the Nan Family could get their hands on it!”
Before Nan Sheng could speak, bodyguards had already barged into her bedroom and retrieved a small box bearing an English label.
Inside the box was a blister pack of pills, with exactly one tablet missing.
Fu Moyan’s expression was stern, his eyes dark and unreadable, causing the temperature in the room to drop several degrees.
Lin Mei added, “You even gave me five million as hush money back then. Just a few days ago, you deliberately found an excuse to fire me because you were afraid this matter would leak.”
“I’m not lying! Everything I said is true!”
“Third Young Miss, Second Master wants to kill me! I had no choice but to tell the truth! Please spare me!”
Fu Moyan’s special assistant stepped forward and spoke politely, “Third Young Miss, we’ve verified that the money in that card indeed came from the Nan Family. For an ordinary servant like her to suddenly receive such a large sum is highly suspicious.”
“Has Second Master gathered all the evidence specifically to come here and accuse me?”
Nan Sheng stood barefoot on the floor, the hem of her cheongsam swaying as her pale calf flashed briefly before Fu Moyan’s eyes.
He recalled the sensation of holding it that day – excessively slender and soft.
A trace of irritation stirred in Fu Moyan’s heart. “I despise being manipulated by women most of all!”
Nan Sheng didn’t look at him, instead walking over to Lin Mei and asking in a gentle voice, “So according to you, sleeping with Second Master Fu means you’ve tamed him?”
“Ahem!” Someone coughed lightly.
Fu Moyan’s cold expression instantly darkened further.
Lin Mei nodded cautiously, “Third Young Miss, you said yourself that the Fu family has strict rules, and Second Master is famously chaste. As long as you two were intimate, he would definitely take responsibility!”
Nan Sheng shook her head with a smile. “I would never say such foolish words.”
She turned to look at Fu Moyan, her tone still gentle. “Second Master, if you suspect I schemed against you, we actually don’t have to go through with this marriage.”
Though they were engaged for six months, the two had never even met before.
A month ago, after returning from abroad, their families arranged a meeting at this very villa.
Nan Sheng had come with a perfunctory attitude.
She had drunk some alcohol that day, her old illness flared up, and after taking medicine, she prepared to go upstairs to sleep.
Who would have thought that upon reaching the door, she would be pulled into a room.
The door locked, one night of intimacy.
The next morning, they were found at the doorway by their respective families with varied expressions.
The engagement turned into marriage, with the wedding scheduled six months later.
After Fu Moyan left, he disappeared for a month. Today, he suddenly appeared with Lin Mei in tow, coming specifically to accuse her.
Nan Sheng had always been indifferent about this marriage anyway.
If Fu Moyan had developed suspicions about her, there was no need to proceed with the wedding.
When Fu Moyan heard her mention not getting married, a flash of disgust appeared in his eyes.
Retreating to advance – did she think everyone else was fools?
Given how they were caught at the doorway that day, it was impossible for him not to take responsibility.
Why hadn’t she said this earlier?
“Do you admit to the crimes she described?The man’s eyes were deep and cold, his voice carrying a bone-chilling chill.
“I don’t admit it!” Nan Sheng replied succinctly.
“Are you sure?” Fu Moyan’s voice lowered dangerously as he called out, “Xiao Yun!”
At his signal, his special assistant Xiao Yun gestured, and a bodyguard’s hand rose and fell with a knife, blood splattering.
“My hand!”
Lin Mei’s scream was horrifying.
“She used this hand to administer the drug. I’m only disabling it – that’s not excessive, is it?”
As he said this, Fu Moyan’s dark, severe eyes remained fixed on Nan Sheng’s face, trying to discern something from her expression.
Lin Mei writhed in agony, her face contorted. Before losing consciousness, she cried out, “Third Young Miss, save me… I was only following your orders…”
Nan Sheng: “…”
Fu Moyan let out a cold laugh, his eyes sharp and icy.
Nan Sheng had long heard that Second Master Fu was ruthless, eccentric, and merciless, but today she witnessed it firsthand.
The room was thick with the smell of blood, making Nan Sheng inexplicably nauseous.
Suddenly, a bodyguard at the door entered with a grim expression. “Second Master, it’s bad! Old Madam and Old Master are here!”
No sooner had he spoken than Old Master’s booming roar echoed from downstairs. “Fu Er, get down here this instant!”
Old Madam Fu followed with a worried cry, “Mo Yan, you mustn’t act recklessly!”
The Fu elders lived in the city center of Shen City, while the villa was located in a remote area—it should have taken at least one to two hours by car to arrive. How did they get here so coincidentally?!
Fu Moyan’s sharp gaze fell on Nan Sheng, his eyes dark and frigid. “You’re the one who informed Old Master!”
Nan Sheng: “?”
His stare felt like it was slicing her to pieces.
But the metallic scent of blood made her dizzy and nauseous, her entire body weak.
Just as Nan Sheng was about to respond, her vision suddenly went black, and she collapsed limply.
“Third Young Miss, what’s wrong?!” Assistant Qin Dai exclaimed in alarm.
At that moment, Old Madam entered supported by others. Seeing the scene, she was so enraged that she fainted on the spot.
“You wretched scoundrel!”
Fu Moyan: “…”