After being called “sister” so many times by Mo Yehan last night, she had already fully embraced the role.
“Sister?” Mo Yehan was astonished.
Tian Xi: “? Did you forget how you kept calling me sister after you got drunk?”
In an instant, Mo Yehan’s face flushed bright red, the corners of his eyes turning crimson with overwhelming shame.
He carried Tian Xi to the bathroom, gently brushing her teeth and washing her face, then prepared a bathtub of warm water for her. Stuttering, he asked, “C-can you bathe yourself?”
Tian Xi blinked: “What if I said no?”
“Would you help me?”
Mo Yehan’s face reddened to the point of seeming to drip blood: “I… I…”
“Just teasing you, I can manage on my own.”
“Then I’ll go out to buy you some food. What would you like?” Mo Yehan also planned to get some ointment for her, intending to apply it after her bath.
“I’m so hungry, I could eat a huge portion of sushi.”
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.” Mo Yehan quickly left the bathroom.
Behind him, Tian Xi murmured softly: “It hurts a bit, wuwu.”
His heart ached unbearably. He hurried out of the hotel room and entered the elevator, staring blankly at the descending floor numbers.
Unbeknownst to him, he had caught the attention of a woman in the elevator.
The moment he stepped out, a middle-aged woman grabbed him: “Hey handsome, how much for a night? I’d like to have some fun with you.”
Mo Yehan’s eyes turned icy: “What do you mean?”
“You’re wearing a bar uniform but show up at a luxury hotel in the morning, and you’re asking what I mean? Which female guest did you just finish serving?” the woman asked teasingly.
Mo Yehan’s face flushed with anger: “Disgusting.”
The woman, a wealthy socialite unaccustomed to such insults, shouted furiously: “Manager! There’s a male escort here! Call the police and have him arrested!”
She clung to Mo Yehan’s arm, causing a scene and refusing to let him leave.
Being just a young man, Mo Yehan had never encountered such a shrew. His face burning red, he explained: “I’m not one! Let go or I’ll hit you!”
He was anxious to buy things for his Little Princess.
But the woman persisted relentlessly. Left with no choice, he shoved her away, causing her to fall to the ground.
This stirred up a hornet’s nest.
Not only the woman, but also the hotel manager and security guards surrounded him.
Bystanders pointed and commented: “Such a handsome young man actually selling himself—how the times have changed!”
“I wonder how much it costs to sleep with him for a night?”
“Must be expensive—he’s top quality.”
Mo Yehan trembled all over, radiating hostility.
He could no longer control his emotions, throwing punches at anyone who approached and roaring irrationally: “Stay away from me!”
“He’s crazy, this boy has lost his mind!”
The woman shrieked: “You cheap boy! If you’re selling yourself, why do it at a five-star hotel? So filthy!” She lunged forward, tearing violently at his black shirt. Mo Yehan struggled in panic.
During the struggle, a large portion of his black shirt was ripped away, revealing his lean chest covered in scratch marks—one after another—clearly evidence of intense passion.
The woman gulped excitedly, pointing at the marks on his body: “Still denying you’re an escort? Look at how used you are!”
The crowd around them buzzed with discussion, all fingers pointing at him.The security guard stepped forward and shouted, “We’ve already called the police! How dare you solicit here in a five-star hotel? You’re asking for death!”
Several security guards moved to restrain him together.
His eyes reddened, rage surging as he knocked down everyone who approached. He tried to push through the crowd, his mind consumed with the need to buy breakfast and medicine for his Little Princess.
His Little Princess was still waiting for him.
But as he desperately tried to run, a burly man suddenly appeared—the security team captain, who claimed to be a world champion in mixed martial arts. The captain forcefully intercepted him, pinning him to the ground.
“You’re pretty fierce, kid, but you’ve come to the wrong place. This is the Mo family’s property. Have you heard of Grandpa Mo? How dare you cause trouble here? You’re looking for death!”
Click! His hands were cuffed, and they were about to shackle his feet too.
Mo Yehan kicked out with all his might, sending the burly man tumbling to the ground. His eyes were wild with madness. “Let me go! I still need to buy things!” His eyes were bloodshot.
The surrounding crowd realized this young man wasn’t right in the head—he seemed crazy, possibly mentally unstable.
Mo Yehan stepped on the security captain, thrusting his cuffed hands toward him. “Where’s the key? Unlock these handcuffs, now!”
The security captain roared, “You’ve got a death wish, kid! I’m not giving it to you. Let’s see what you can do to me!”
Mo Yehan narrowed his eyes dangerously and swung his cuffed fists down. Instantly, the security captain’s face was covered in blood.
“Ahhh! It hurts, you little bastard! How dare you hit me!”
These words completely triggered Mo Yehan. Uncontrollably, he threw another punch, beating the security captain on the ground until he was a bloody mess.
“He’s insane! A madman! Why haven’t the police arrived yet? Hurry up and arrest this lunatic!”
Seven or eight security guards swarmed him, trying to capture Mo Yehan. But he was too ferocious, fighting them off with all his strength. However, he exhausted himself completely, panting heavily as he stood in place, unable to take another step.
The onlookers were terrified. “Don’t let crazies like this into the hotel in the future, or we won’t come back!”
The hotel manager called for another group of security guards, surrounding him completely.
But they only encircled him—no one dared to get closer.
Mo Yehan gasped for breath. “Let me go.”
The hotel manager sneered, “Ridiculous! You’ve beaten up so many of our people and still think you can leave? The police will be here soon. You’re going to jail—solicitation plus assault causing serious injury. That’s enough to keep you in prison for life.”
Mo Yehan’s pupils constricted. He struggled to break through the encirclement but, with a hoarse cry, slowly collapsed, unable to muster any more strength.
“Tie him up quickly! Hurry!” the hotel manager shouted.
“Stop!” Xiao Li, the special assistant, yelled loudly.
Xiao Li had come to inspect the hotel and noticed the large crowd gathered. As he approached, he immediately recognized the young master and rushed over in alarm, catching Mo Yehan just as he was about to collapse.
“What’s going on here?”
The hotel manager immediately fawned and explained, “Special Assistant Xiao Li, this little bastard was soliciting as a prostitute, insulting guests, and assaulting security. We’ve already called the police.”
Xiao Li sneered. Usually refined, he now cursed furiously, “Bastards! You’re the real scum, every one of you! You’re all asking for death!”
He then lowered his voice and respectfully asked Mo Yehan, “Are… are you alright?”
Mo Yehan said with difficulty, “Let me go. I need to buy something.”
Xiao Li’s heart ached as he exclaimed, “I’ll buy it for you. Your body needs proper rest.”He immediately summoned the bodyguard behind him to help Mo Yehan rest in the top-floor suite upstairs, but Mo Yehan said, “I want to return to my own room. Someone is waiting for me.”
“Then we’ll escort you back to your room immediately,” Assistant Xiao Li replied without the slightest hesitation…