In the pitch-black room, there was a plush, round bed.
Panting sounds echoed heavily.
Meng Qian Ge was pinned by a man in the middle of the round bed, feeling as if her whole body was burning.
She tried her best to resist, but her little hands clinging onto the man's shoulders unconsciously became weak and numb.
As their breath intermingled in a chaotic rhythm, Meng Qian Ge understood what was happening, yet she could neither move nor resist.
When everything finally quieted down, it was already the next day...
Meng Qian Ge slowly got up. The room was in complete disarray and the memories of last night flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
On the messy bed, a man with black short hair was sleeping with his back to her. His bare masculine back was broad and firm. The muscular lines on his body were distinctly visible, exuding a rugged charm.
Gritting her teeth, Meng Qian Ge weakly dragged her clothes and slowly put them on...
Dawn was yet to break.
At the Meng residence.
Leaning onto the gate, when Meng Qian Ge entered, she noticed that the light in the study was still on.
Was her father working all night? She glanced down at her disheveled self under her skirt, swallowing back the tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to quickly return to her room and spare her family from seeing her in such a state.
However, before she could get far, she heard a series of crashing noises from the study.
Following that, there was the angry roar of Meng's father: "Now, even the Xiang family has stopped their investment! Damn it, has our Meng family really come to this point?"
Meng Qiange was thinking, her fingers rubbing nervously against each other. After a moment, she decided to approach.
As she neared, she could see through the slightly opened door that a lot of people were in the study: her parents and surprising even Liang Kexun.
Remembering how yesterday, it was Liang Kexun who had invited her out and handed her a glass of wine, Meng Qiange was filled with rage!
Liang Kexun was her assistant, a person assigned to her by her parents. She had always thought that Liang Kexun, who shared the same birth year, month, and day as her, would be her close friend. In the past, their relationship wasn't exactly heart-to-heart, but it was near enough.
But now, Liang Kexun had schemed against her, reducing her to her current state.
She had been planning to confront Liang Kexun, and now the person in question was right in front of her. Meng Qiange was filled with fury, preparing to enter the room.
But suddenly she heard Liang Kexun addressing her father: "Dad, don't be angry, it'll be fine tomorrow."
Dad?
Why was Liang Kexun calling her father, Dad?
Meng Qiange was stunned.
In the study, Meng Qiange's mother was trying to coax: "Didn’t Kexun already make it clear? Qiange has already been sent to President Li's bed, and President Li has agreed. As long as it works out, he would marry Qiange as his concubine, and we can save our company!"
Upon hearing this, Meng's father seemed slightly calmed down, but was still unsatisfied: "What if Qiange refuses to get married? You all know her proud temperament. Would she willingly become someone's concubine without a proper marriage? Moreover, that President Li is in his fifties and is known to be a habitual domestic abuser."
Meng's mother scoffed, "Even if Qiange is proud, there's no turning back now." She gave a fond smile and held Liang Kexun's hand, "Kexun, you're so smart. I always wondered why Qiange, who came out of my belly, doesn't resemble me at all? Why does she always seem to hold a grudge against me?! It turns out she’s not my child! If her biological mother hadn't swapped you two, how would I have been kept in the dark for 19 years!"
Liang Kexun hastened to reply, "Mom, calm down. I've returned now, haven’t I? But still, I think we need a plan. Knowing Qiange’s fiery temper, I'm afraid she may not agree to marry President Li. Shouldn't we think of another way…" After saying this, Liang Kexun looked at Meng's mother's face.
Meng's mother nodded, "Indeed. Your dad and I will personally visit the hotel. Do you have any of that drug left? It'd be good to give her a bit more. Tomorrow we can directly take her to President Li's house. When she’s groggy, we can lock her up!"
In the study, a family of three was in high spirits, discussing the grand plan for the dawn.
Outside the study, Meng QianGe was trembling all over, almost collapsing.
Director Li? In his fifties? But the silhouette of the man earlier, upright and fierce...
Suddenly, there was a "bang". She accidentally bumped into a pot of plants at the corner of the corridor.
The study quieted down for a moment, and then Liang KeXun asked guardedly, "Who's outside?"
No one answered.
Liang KeXun walked out of the room, but saw nothing outside, not a single person, only a cat wavering in front of a knocked down pot of plant.
She frowned and said, "It was the cat that knocked over the plant."
Inside the room, Meng QianGe was shivering, fumbling for her documents and passport. She made a long-distance call to her friend studying abroad. The other party answered quickly.
"QianGe, isn't it early in the morning there? Why are you calling at this time..."
"Jiaojiao, I'm in trouble!" Holding her passport, Meng QianGe's voice trembled uncontrollably. With tearful eyes, she looked at the room she had lived in for nineteen years, but it seemed as if the room was turning into a large mouth of a beast, swallowing her whole.
In the morning.
On the earliest flight from Ancheng to Bordeaux, France, Meng QianGe watched the gradually diminishing cityscape from the window, making a silent vow—
She will definitely return!
