“Ugh……” With a woeful howl, the VIP suite on the top floor of the Prosperous Era Hotel was violently swung open. Ye Qiang, clutching the only towel that could cover her body on her, made a stumbling escape.
Her vision was a total blur, her mind on edge, screaming at her to run! But she merely made a turn when all her strength evaporated, and she collapsed, kneeling on the ground.
Yes, she was betrayed by Fang Yuan. She was told to merely attend a charity party, but was instead drugged and delivered to Boss Liu’s bed. If she hadn’t woken up early, she would have been the one howling pitifully.
Who in this circle didn't know that Liu Bin was a sadist?
Fang Yuan not only wanted money, but also her life!
Cold shivers ran through Ye Qiang as she tried to get up and run, but the lingering effects of the drug eroded her sanity.
"Mom, I hope this is the last time," came a clear male voice of helpless indulgence along with the sound of a door opening. The “wall” that Ye Qiang was leaning on “fell”, making her fall inward. Instinctively, she grabbed onto something to support her body, it was smooth and warm…
Just when she thought there was no way out, God suddenly opened a door.
Ye Qiang was so thrilled that she almost cried. Feeling the leg in her arms starting to retreat, she quickly leaned forward to hold it tighter. She lifted her face, her lips weakly parting to say, “That person is a pervert...save me……”
Huo Shaoting looked down impatiently at the woman at his feet after hastily instructing someone on the phone.
Busy holding onto his leg, Ye Qiang’s bathrobe had come undone, revealing her white skin underneath. Her half-length hair clung to her cheeks, already soaked with sweat, adding an enchanting allure to her big, unfocused eyes.
At a glance, she was evidently drugged.
Huo Shaoting's originally cold eyes seemed to deepen like the ocean when they fell on Ye Qiang's face, a striking light flashing in his pupils. He squatted down playfully, run his rough index finger across her cheek, his voice rasping amusedly, “Are you the last one she arranged for me?”
Their mother has resorted not just to blind dates, but any way she can imagine to get women into his bed in hopes of hugging a grandchild. He wasn’t interested in the woman in the room, but if it was her, he really wouldn’t mind if she was the last one.
Even in her ill and fuzzy state, Ye Qiang sensed the menacing, intrusive aura of the man. She muttered, "I'm ill...Don't rush... When I wake up...I'll repay you properly."
With her consciousness fading, her words came out in spurts, and the blush appeared on her face ahead of the completion of her sentence. Yet, her stamina was already on the edge; tipping her head, she fell asleep instantly…
“Ye Qiang?”
Her name flowed out of the man’s mouth unintentionally, feeling both alien and familiar. Huo Shaoting frowned as he looked at his hand, now movable since Ye Qiang’s grip gave in to unconsciousness. That’s when he took notice of her hand, stained with fresh blood.
Remembering her words, his pupils contracted abruptly, a sensation like a needle being inserted into his chest, casting a constant dull ache. He reached down, picking the woman from the floor and heading to the bedroom. After taking two steps, he remembered the other individual lying on the bed. Mutting a low curse, he enveloped her almost naked body in the blanket, then hastily dashed out of the apartment.
Within the apartment, a pair of eyes that should have been shut in sleep eerily opened the moment the door clicked shut. The individual tugged at the blanket covering the naked body beneath, their eyes filled with resentment and coldness. The name Huo Shaoting had last uttered lingered in their mouth, “Ye Qiang…”
Perhaps even Huo Shaoting himself had never realized the extent of his nervousness, fearing the woman in his arms would disappear if he became any slower.
The woman of concern, Ye Qiang, fell into a deep slumber. By the time she woke up, it was broad daylight. Irritated, she reached out to shield her eyes from the glaring light; then, her eyes met with the bandaged hand. Her mind instantly sobered as though it had just been hit hard.
Champagne; Liu Bin's hand and blood; a strange man.
Staring at the gradually clearing view of the bedroom and the chandelier, Ye Qiang trembled and lifted her comforter to look down.
Whew, she's safe.
She was clothed, in a men's white shirt, at least.
She let out a sigh of relief, slumping down. Her injured hand hit the end of the bed, the pain forcing her to gasp. She held her hand, shaking it continuously.
“Now you feel the pain? Weren’t you aware of protecting yourself before you wounded someone?” The room's door was flung open; a man's voice rang out abruptly, laced with mockery yet undeniably appealing in its deep timbre.
One night was enough for him to investigate all the details: She had been drugged and delivered to Liu Bin's bed. However, Liu Bin didn't get any benefits.
A fruit knife had effectively crippled Liu Bin of his manhood.
Remembering this woman's heroic act, a hint of a smile flickered across Huo Shaoting's deep-set eyes, bringing life to his features.
Ye Qiang stared at the man's face, her eyes wide in surprise as she stuttered, "Huo…Huo President?"
Who in City A didn't know Huo Shaoting?
The one who saved her, was it Huo Shaoting?
The CEO of GT, the ruthless emperor of the business world?
Seeing him at such a close distance, he was indeed intimidatingly perfect.
Huo Shaoting was standing against the light in his white shirt. The halo formed by the light and shadow behind him outlined him like a deity. His originally profound features seemed more mysterious under the shadow. His eyeshades were deep and serene, like a pond that wind couldn't ripple. A slight wavering was enough to enchant anyone.
"Don't you hurt anymore?" Huo Shaoting arched an eyebrow, allowing Ye Qiang to admire him freely. He casually tossed the documents in his hands onto the bed, then leaned down and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Shall we discuss payback?"
Cough cough!
God-like aura snapped back to reality, Ye Qiang wrenched her fascinated mind back into her head, her face regained its calmness. She quickly hopped off the bed and formally bowed to Huo Shaoting, "Mr. Huo, thank you for saving me."
Only thanks? Or is she pretending to be amnesic?
Huo Shaoting straightened, half squinting at the woman in front of him.
Her legs were especially long, his shirt could just barely hide her round buttock. The cotton material made the skin on her thighs appear silky smooth.
He recalled a year ago, it was also a pair of long legs, casually hooked around his waist. He was half drunk then, only noticed her half teasing, half calm gaze. His reaction was a bit slow, and he hadn't been able to stop her.
Yet, she only took his belt, the whole process took 30 seconds, he still remembers how his friends laughed so hard they rolled on the floor.
The light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit, turning into an intense depth, he singled out Ye Qian from his memory, his smile was profound, "Seems you are quite ill? I will treat you..."
Those dared to toy with him, a year ago's Ye Qiang was one, and now, the Ye Qiang after a year, was also one.
