Wen Zhaoning woke up again, finding herself in an unfamiliar room.
Her head ached, her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. After a long while, her blurry vision gradually focused.
This was an extremely spacious room. A large oil painting hung above the bed. The ceiling was a solid color, with a hidden LED strip embedded in the cove lighting, currently off. The central chandelier, with its simple design, coldly reflected the light emanating from the bathroom.
Dark grey curtains were drawn tightly shut, completely blocking out external light, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night.
Wen Zhaoning sat up in bed. The moment the quilt slid down, she realized she was naked. The clothes she had been wearing were taken off and carelessly thrown on the floor.
Fortunately, the bedsheets were flat, and apart from the headache, she felt no other discomfort.
Wen Zhaoning leaned over, about to reach for her clothes on the floor, when she heard a click. The door opened.
Someone had entered!
Wen Zhaoning's heart leaped into her throat. She clutched the quilt tighter and looked towards the doorway.
The person entering was silhouetted against the light, but she could tell it was a tall, straight man. As he approached, his features gradually became clear—deep contours, stern eyebrows and eyes. It was He Huaiqin!
This was He Huaiqin's room?
Lu Hengyu's people had drugged her, so why had she been brought to He Huaiqin's room?
Wen Zhaoning was utterly confused.
He Huaiqin was wearing a finely tailored dark overcoat over a crisp suit. As he entered, he took off his overcoat and threw it onto the sofa. With a glance, he suddenly saw Wen Zhaoning on the bed.
With an unexpected person in the room, his brow furrowed instantly.
"Why are you here?"
He Huaiqin's sharp gaze fixed on her. Wen Zhaoning was wrapped in his quilt, her hair disheveled, revealing only her snow-white shoulders. On the carpet lay her knit sweater, jeans, and... a set of light-colored underwear, like two fallen petals, lying conspicuously beside his leather shoes.
He swallowed, shifting his gaze and taking a step to the side.
"Wen Zhaoning," He Huaiqin enunciated her name, his voice as cold as if it had just been pulled from an ice cellar, "What trick are you playing?"
"I don't know how I got here either. I only remember being drugged."
"Drugged?"
"Yes, could you do me a favor..."
"No!" He Huaiqin interrupted her righteously, coldly refusing, "Don't dream about it. I don't sleep with married women!"
Sleep?
It turned out that when people are speechless, they really do laugh.
Even though Wen Zhaoning had a splitting headache, she couldn't help but let out a scoff.
"Lawyer He, please don't misunderstand. I was given a sleeping drug, not an aphrodisiac. Besides, I don't want to sleep with you."
"..."
"I mean, could you do me a favor and turn around for a moment so I can get dressed?"
"..."
The atmosphere became a bit awkward.
He Huaiqin pursed his thin lips and quickly turned his back to her.
Wen Zhaoning quickly picked up her clothes from the floor and got dressed.
During this brief moment of silence, a sudden, intense banging on the door came from the next room.
"Wen Zhaoning! You slut! I knew you were restless, daring to come here and cheat! Open the door! Hurry up and open the door!"
That voice belonged to Lu Hengyu.
"Adulterer and slut, get out! I want to see which wild man dares to touch my Lu Hengyu's wife! Open the door! You dogs inside, get out!"
Soon, angry roars and a woman's screams erupted from the next room.
Wen Zhaoning instantly understood. From Sun Ling drugging her to this high-profile 'catching in the act,' it was all a dirty trap set by Lu Hengyu. It was just that somewhere along the line, something went wrong, and she was mistakenly sent to He Huaiqin's room.
He Huaiqin quickly understood the situation as well.
He walked to the wall adjacent to the next room, listened for a few seconds, and a cold curve formed on his lips.
"Your husband went to great lengths to ensure you leave with nothing when you divorce," he deliberately emphasized the words "your husband."
Having been married to Lu Hengyu for so many years, Wen Zhaoning had never experienced the interdependent relationship of "sharing glory and sharing hardship" between a husband and wife. But at this moment, she felt genuinely ashamed by Lu Hengyu's despicable tactics.
Of course, there was also a sense of relief.
Fortunately, she had been sent to the wrong room. Otherwise, at this very moment, she would be judged by the shameless Lu Hengyu from a moral high ground.
Lu Hengyu next door soon realized he had caught the wrong person.
"What's going on? Where is she? Didn't they say Wen Zhaoning was cheating here? Where is she? Where is she?"
The noise outside paused for a few seconds.
"It's here."
"Could it be the wrong room? Is it next door?"
Those resentful footsteps moved towards the room He Huaiqin was staying in.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Lu Hengyu began banging on He Huaiqin's door.
The rough pounding on the door, like a drumbeat, struck Wen Zhaoning's heart heavily.
"Open the door! Wen Zhaoning, get out! Adulterer and slut, get out!"
Wen Zhaoning panicked. Lu Hengyu was domineering and overbearing; he wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal. If he was determined to open this door, he would do so even if it meant dismantling it.
She absolutely could not be "caught in the act" like this.
Wen Zhaoning looked up at He Huaiqin.
"Help me..." she said softly to He Huaiqin.
He Huaiqin, unwillingly drawn into trouble, showed a hint of impatience, but his expression was calm, even somewhat indifferent.
He didn't respond immediately, nor did he show any intention of opening the door or taking action. He simply watched Wen Zhaoning quietly.
"Why should I help you?"
"I'm in your room now. We're in the same boat."
"I didn't touch you, so I'm not your adulterer. Even if he bursts in, he can't do anything to me," He Huaiqin's tone was relaxed, as if it were none of his business. "As for you, trespassing in my room already constitutes civil infringement and is an illegal act."
His words were like a basin of ice water poured over Wen Zhaoning's head.
"Wen Zhaoning, if you don't come out, I'm going to break down the door! I'll show everyone how you cheat on me!"
With the door still closed, Lu Hengyu seemed increasingly certain she was in this room.
On one side was a scumbag husband acting like a mad dog, and on the other was an ex-boyfriend kicking her while she was down. Wen Zhaoning felt trapped in a desperate situation.
Fine. Since they were pushing her, she wouldn't blame her for dragging them down with her.
After a few seconds of thought, Wen Zhaoning suddenly strode up to He Huaiqin, stood on her tiptoes, quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, and before he could react, forcefully kissed the exposed skin on his neck.
It wasn't a light peck, but a desperate, forceful suck.
He Huaiqin's body stiffened abruptly. He could clearly feel the warm, slightly stinging sensation on his neck, and the faint fragrance emanating from Wen Zhaoning. This move of hers was completely beyond his expectations.
"Wen Zhaoning! Are you crazy!"
He Huaiqin pushed Wen Zhaoning away, but it was too late. A fresh, crimson mark quickly appeared on his neck.
"You didn't touch me, but I touched you. You're my adulterer now," Wen Zhaoning panted slightly from the exertion, her cheeks flushed with an unhealthy glow. "He Huaiqin, it's up to you whether we get caught together or you help me."
She looked directly into He Huaiqin's eyes, a tragically beautiful, provocative curve on her lips.
He Huaiqin raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the spot she had kissed.
"Very good," He Huaiqin's voice deepened and roughened slightly. "Wen Zhaoning, you have guts."
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