“Sir! Please save me!…”
The night was cool, with a gentle sea breeze blowing on U Country’s Sulan Island.
Just as Huo Shengye stepped into the club, a girl crashed into his arms. She was soft and delicate, her body burning hot, her voice as sweet as a nightingale’s song.
Her snow-white hands clutched the front of his shirt, trembling as she pressed against him. With long, jet-black hair and a sweet, innocent face, her pale cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red as she desperately tried to escape something.
The crowd standing on either side of the VIP elevator raised their eyebrows, sensing trouble.
The man before them was the esteemed head of a chaebol from K Country—what kind of woman hadn’t he seen before?
This method of throwing herself into his arms was far too outdated! She might just end up being thrown to the sharks!
Just then, two tall, burly white men came rushing through the crowd, shouting a string of English curses and waving their fists menacingly.
One of them had sparse brown hair dripping with what looked like purple alcohol, looking utterly disheveled.
The situation was clear at a glance—the girl in Huo Shengye’s arms had been drugged, and these two white men were responsible.
“Master Huo?” his trusted aide Lu Ming inquired, cautiously observing Huo Shengye’s expression.
Huo Shengye’s dark eyes were as cold, deep, and unfeeling as ever, giving no hint of what he was thinking.
But… Lu Ming’s gaze shifted downward, clearly seeing those strong, veined hands tightly gripping the girl’s waist.
Her waist was slender and soft, as if it could be held in one hand.
Lu Ming quickly averted his eyes, understanding Huo Shengye’s intention. He swiftly led his subordinates to subdue the two white men.
In the underground parking garage on the second basement level of the club, darkness enveloped everything, with only the eerie green glow of emergency exit lights.
Inside a luxury car, the rear window shades were drawn. Huo Shengye turned on the car light and took the temperature of the person in his arms—it was dangerously high.
But there were no hospitals nearby. This was an isolated island; reaching the mainland required a boat ride, and the nearest hospital by navigation would take nearly two hours. The condition of the person in his arms absolutely couldn’t last that long.
And… the girl was still crying out that she was hot, while squirming restlessly!
Her porcelain-white skin flushed with a pink hue, her eyes red and pitifully brimming with tears. “Hot…”
She moved like a fish out of water in his arms, her deer-like eyes misting over as she spoke, her long, dark lashes fluttering like crow’s wings, utterly heart-wrenching. Not only that…
Her slender, pale fingers were frantically tugging at her own clothes!
The first casualty was the collar of her peter pan collar dress, revealing the small vermilion mole on her fair collarbone. It looked like a red plum blossom fallen onto snow, making Wen Yuan resemble a little enchantress who feasted on souls.
“So hot… sob.”
Seeing that vermilion mole, Huo Shengye’s eyes darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his rationality completely shattered.
The desire blazing in the man’s eyes was intense and scorching, like a wild beast breaking free from its cage. Wen Yuan regained a moment of clarity and instinctively tried to escape.
But before she could move half an inch, she was grabbed by the waist and pressed back against his broad chest. “Too late, darling.”
His hoarse voice whispered like a demon’s, giving her no chance to flee. His thumb and forefinger clamped around her delicate chin, and his thin lips fiercely covered her tender, moist cherry lips.
A mere taste could not satisfy the roaring, surging desire. The cramped space offered no room to maneuver, and all sobbing cries were muffled within the kiss.
Huo Shengye carried Wen Yuan to the spacious bed in the hotel suite.
The drug was too potent, turning the innocent little rose into a bewitching crimson bloom. By the time it was all over, the sky had already begun to lighten with the first hints of dawn.
After carrying Wen Yuan out of the bathroom, Huo Shengye dressed himself neatly once more. He glanced back at the young woman on the bed.
In the faint morning light, his gaze lingered appreciatively on a love bite adorning Wen Yuan’s delicate collarbone before traveling upward to rest on her slightly swollen, rosy lips. The corners of his mouth, usually set in a straight line, lifted ever so slightly.
Huo Shengye approached, leaned down to tuck the covers more snugly around the sleeping Wen Yuan, and gently kissed her smooth forehead.
“Good night, until next time, my little rose.”
Two days later, Daini Apartment.
Sitting on a low stool while rubbing her sore back and packing her luggage, Wen Yuan’s phone rang again. Without even looking, her face cold, she directly hung up and blocked the call.
But soon, the phone rang once more. Just as Wen Yuan was about to hang up again, the caller hung up first. Wen Yuan continued with her packing, and the phone rang yet again.
The incessant ringing was grating on her nerves. Wen Yuan’s lips twitched slightly, and she finally answered the call.
But before the other person could say anything, Wen Yuan spoke first: “Shao Feng, there’s no chance for us anymore. Let’s just leave it at that. Let’s part on good terms and don’t call again.”
“Yuan Yuan, no, I…” The person on the other end tried to explain something, but Wen Yuan didn’t listen, hanging up and blocking the number directly.
Shao Feng was her first love, or more accurately, her ex-boyfriend now—just a few days ago, she had personally caught Shao Feng cheating.
And the other woman was none other than Huo Lei, the chaebol heiress who had targeted her at every turn during her years studying abroad.
Wen Yuan was a wealthy young lady who had been doted on since childhood. Although her family background couldn’t compare to that of a chaebol, she was still the beloved daughter of her parents.
She also had an older brother who adored her. For twenty-three years, her life had been smooth sailing, except for a traumatic incident in her childhood that left her averse to physical contact with strange men.
But aside from that, everything else had gone perfectly smoothly—she had never imagined that such a cliché, dramatic scene of catching her boyfriend in bed with someone she despised would ever play out before her eyes.
She wasn’t a love-struck fool, and this had crossed her red line. Moreover, there had been an incident at the graduation farewell party her friend Daini had thrown for her, and she had ended up sleeping with a stranger…
Thinking of this, a wave of discomfort churned in Wen Yuan’s stomach.
Suddenly, the phone rang again. Assuming it was Shao Feng calling from yet another number, Wen Yuan finished folding the clothes in her hands and placing them in the suitcase before picking up her phone.
Unexpectedly, the caller wasn’t Shao Feng, but her mother, Song Huiyue.
“Mom!” Seeing the caller ID, Wen Yuan’s eyes lit up, and she quickly answered, her voice sweet.
Song Huiyue responded gently on the other end, then spoke with some difficulty: “Yuan Yuan, about the arranged marriage I mentioned last time… well… the family has been discussing it again these past couple of days…”
Wen Yuan paused slightly. Hearing Song Huiyue bring this up, she couldn’t help but recall what her mother had said over the phone just two days before she caught Shao Feng cheating.
In the past year, the top conglomerate Huo Group in K Country expanded its business empire into the tourism industry, causing many small enterprises to collapse within days. They were forced to switch industries, and some who couldn’t accept it even committed suicide by jumping off buildings.
The Wen family she belonged to had built its fortune on tourism, with most of its companies being travel agencies and hotel chains.
With Huo Group’s aggressive moves, the Wen family had already been forced to shut down five subsidiaries this month, and their family business was hanging by a thread.
If Huo Group continued to push deeper, the Wen family’s century-old enterprise might truly vanish. Going head-to-head with a conglomerate was like an egg striking a rock or a mantis trying to stop a chariot—there was no chance of winning.
But now there was an opportunity—Madam Xie, the mother of Huo Shengye, the current head of Huo Group, had chosen her as a potential bride for her son!
She intended for Huo Shengye to meet her, indicating that if Huo Shengye was satisfied, their marriage could be settled.
Once they became relatives through marriage, their businesses would naturally become cooperative partners, and the Wen family’s enterprise would be safe.
However, when she received her mother’s call last time, she considered Shao Feng and firmly refused.
“Mom, I’ll marry! I’ll come back this afternoon.” Song Huiyue was about to continue speaking, but Wen Yuan interjected. The girl’s voice was clear and clean, her tone resolute.
Song Huiyue paused, and Wen Yuan added, “I’m packing my luggage now. I’ve gotten my graduation certificate and degree certificate. I… I’ve bought the ticket. Well, calculating the time difference, I should…”
“Arrive in K Country at six in the morning tomorrow, and probably leave the airport around six-thirty!”
At the same time, in U Country, in a high-level office of a commercial building, Huo Shengye called out to Lu Ming, who had just placed the documents and was about to leave.
“Buy a ticket for the flight to the capital at one o’clock this afternoon.”