Lin Huiru hurriedly pulled Wen Xin toward the place where Mu Wanwan was supposed to be. Her body trembled slightly—not from fear, but excitement.
Just thinking about catching Mu Wanwan in the act and ruining her reputation on the spot made her pulse race.
She understood Wen Xin’s temper. Once Wen Xin found out, there would be no way to keep things small. The entire compound would know by tomorrow.
Even if Grandpa Wen protected Mu Wanwan, after such a scandal, Wen Lin would definitely divorce her.
And once they divorced… she would have her chance.
Wen Lin was the man she had chosen. He could only belong to her.
Wen Xin, already blinded by anger, didn’t think twice. The moment she heard Mu Wanwan and her supposed lover were inside, she stormed through the door.
“Mu Wanwan—… Huh? Why is no one here?”
Her furious expression shifted to confusion. The room was empty.
Lin Huiru froze in disbelief.
How could Mu Wanwan not be here? That wasn’t possible. She had personally drugged both Mu Wanwan and Ju Bairan.
She had paid a high price on the black market for that drug. It was said to be extremely potent—anyone who took it would lose all restraint.
She had seen with her own eyes that Mu Wanwan and Ju Bairan were lying on this very bed.
How could two living people disappear in such a short time?
A flicker of panic crept into her chest.
Had her plan failed?
“Sister Huiru, did you see wrong? There’s no one here.”
“I definitely didn’t! Let’s search nearby—they must still be around!”
She refused to believe they had escaped.
They searched every room, opened every wardrobe—nothing.
The more they searched, the more uneasy she felt.
Things were slipping out of her control.
Unwilling to give up, Lin Huiru dragged Wen Xin outside to continue looking.
At that very moment, Mu Wanwan was staggering along the road home.
Her face was flushed deep red. Sweat soaked her clothes. A restless heat surged violently through her body.
The drug had wrenched her awake.
When she opened her eyes and saw herself and Ju Bairan lying on the bed in the rented room, she immediately understood—they had been set up.
The drug was indeed powerful.
She had pinched her own thigh hard enough to bruise before regaining a shred of clarity.
Her instinct told her she couldn’t stay. Someone would come to “catch” them any minute. She had to leave.
Struggling through the waves of heat, she forced Ju Bairan awake and dragged him out with all her strength.
Luckily, his house wasn’t far. She left him at his door, knocked, then stumbled away before anyone could see her.
In her condition, she couldn’t remain there. It would only cause misunderstandings—or worse.
Her body burned. She even bit her own tongue, the faint taste of blood giving her a fleeting moment of clarity.
Home. Almost there.
She clung to that thought like a lifeline.
But her strength was nearly gone.
Her vision blurred. Her legs gave out.
She collapsed onto the ground.
So hot…
It hurt.
She knew she shouldn’t lie there—but she couldn’t force herself upright.
In her haze, she heard someone calling her name.
“Mu Wanwan! Wake up! What’s wrong with you?”
Wen Lin’s voice was tight with urgency as he scooped her into his arms.
After dinner, he had come out for a short walk. Seeing that she hadn’t returned yet had unsettled him, so he wandered this direction.
He never expected to find her like this.
Her body was scorching hot. Her consciousness clearly slipping.
Had she been drinking?
There was no smell of alcohol.
Looking at her state, a cold realization struck him.
She had been drugged.
His expression hardened instantly.
Without hesitation, he carried her home at full speed, ignoring the pull of his own injuries.
Thankfully, Grandpa Wen had gone back to the old residence that night. Otherwise, seeing her like this would have caused chaos.
Mu Wanwan pressed her burning face against his chest.
Cool.
Relief flickered across her dazed expression as she rubbed against him instinctively.
But it wasn’t enough.
The heat inside her bones refused to ease.
Wen Lin laid her on the bed and turned to fetch a doctor—but before he could step away, she grabbed his hand.
“Don’t go… I’m so hot. Let me hold you.”
She tugged at her clothes, yanking off her top and tossing it aside, revealing a pink undergarment beneath.
Her skin was pale—now flushed with a soft pink under the drug’s effect. Her eyes were glazed, her expression unconsciously alluring.
Wen Lin felt his head buzz.
Blood rushed downward in a dangerous wave.
And before he could react—
She started pulling at her pants.
He lunged to stop her—but she used the chance to wrap herself around him.
Her softness pressed against him fully.
He could feel every curve.
Sweat formed on his forehead.
“Mu Wanwan! Get a grip!”
“You’re… comfortable to hold…”
She murmured softly, hands roaming without restraint.
It was like setting fire everywhere.
If he could still control himself under this, he wouldn’t be a man.
He tried to pry her off—but she rubbed against his neck like a spoiled kitten, seeking relief.
Her blurred eyes focused vaguely on his face.
That sharp, handsome face.
Those thin, tempting lips.
She tilted her head and smiled.
Then suddenly cupped his face and kissed him.
It wasn’t even a proper kiss.
More like she was tasting him.
Completely unaware how lethal this was to a man’s restraint.
The veins on Wen Lin’s forehead throbbed.
His ears burned red.
“Mu Wanwan. Look at me. Do you know who I am? Do you know what you’re doing?”
She giggled foolishly.
“I know… You’re Wen Lin—that dog of a man. You look pretty good. Sleeping with you wouldn’t be a loss.”
She wasn’t lucid anymore.
It felt like a dream to her—reality blurred beyond recognition.
Her body ached with unbearable heat.
She just wanted release.
She continued kissing him recklessly, clinging to him like a succubus.
Wen Lin’s eyes darkened.
That was the last thread.
He grabbed her wrists and pressed her down onto the bed.