"Mr. Mo, I've brought in the water you requested."
At the Wen Hua Hotel's VIP ward, Bai Zhiruan came in carrying a glass of clear water. She had secretly added "ingredients" to the water - if the man drank even a sip, he would become uncontrollably aroused.
Mo Qingao never expected someone would dare to try anything under his nose, so he drank the glass of water without any precaution.
After downing the glass, he felt like there was a raging fire burning in his abdomen, completely out of control.
Just as he was suffering immensely, the woman who delivered the water actively took off her coat, wearing only an ultra-short dress as she pounced into his embrace.
"Mr. Mo, are you feeling unwell?"
Her soft hands caressed his sides, "Don't hold back, make love to me..."
The normally indifferent man instantly lost his vaunted self-control.
He lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips clumsily but passionately.
The woman in his arms responded enthusiastically as well.
She even wrapped her slender, creamy legs around his waist, a silent invitation.
He could no longer resist, tearing off her dress and giving in to his most primal desires.
After that night, Bai Zhiruan woke from her slumber and felt dazed seeing the sleeping man beside her.
The disarray on the bed, clothes scattered on the floor, and the ache in her waist silently testified to the events of last night.
Enduring the discomfort in her body, she first went to wash herself clean in the bathroom before changing back into last night's clothes.
Afterwards, she calmly took out Mo Qingao's cigarettes, lighting one up. Amidst the pungent smoke, she finally regained her senses.
Bai Zhiruan looked at the man on the bed - Mo Qingao, 27 years old, the eldest grandson of the nation's foremost family, the Mos. His chiseled profile, dark intense eyes, handsome and noble bearing marked him as an elite, untouchable figure.
In the entire capital, the name Mo Qingao was synonymous with power and status.
Provoking such a man would have grave consequences.
She had schemed against him intentionally, not wanting her stepsister Bai Weiwei to marry him, aiming to make trouble for the entire Bai family.
Her principle was - if she couldn't live well, then no one else would either!
Soon, Mo Qingao woke up. He calmly glanced at the red-dressed Bai Zhiruan, naturally taking out his checkbook and pen, asking, "How much do you want?"
Last night was a pleasant experience, he was very satisfied with this woman's body, that touch of red in bed delighting him body and soul.
As long as her asking price wasn't excessive, he would gladly pay.
In the dozen or so minutes waiting for him to wake up, Bai Zhiruan had rehearsed dozens of excuses in her mind.
Since Mo Qingao openly acknowledged last night's events, she didn't bother hiding, putting out her cigarette before smiling coyly, "Asking for money is so vulgar! Dear Mr. Mo, would you marry me instead?"
"What did you say?"
Mo Qingao laughed derisively as if hearing an outrageous joke, "A mere bar hostess like you, how dare you aspire to that? Take the money while I'm still willing to give it, name your price, but don't be too greedy."
Though she had a pretty, charming face, her calculating smile instantly made one loathe her.
Mo Qingao wasn't stupid, he realized Bai Zhiruan had intentionally gotten him drunk and set him up.
Any other woman would have left in shame after such humiliation, but Bai Zhiruan's skin was thick, still smiling at him.
After all, ever since her mother was driven to death by Bai Weiwei's family, she had nothing left to lose.
She might as well go all-in to carve out a path for herself.
"Mo Qingao, I secretly recorded a video of last night. Although I took the initiative, you forced yourself on me many times. If this video were to 'accidentally' leak out, it could severely impact Mo Corporation's stock prices."
Mo Qingao's brow furrowed.
He hated being threatened the most. Moreover, this woman had schemed against him. If he allowed a mere bar hostess to lead him around, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?
"Whether you can walk out of here alive is still unknown! A petty recording, you think you can really release it?"
To reach his current position, Mo Qingao had long mastered the ability to play both sides. Seeing this woman was intentionally picking a fight, he tossed his checkbook aside and lit a cigarette for himself.
"Let me advise you, it's best not to challenge my limits."
"Nothing is too difficult in this world, how would you know my limits without trying?"
Bai Zhiruan feigned nonchalance, leaning close to whisper in his ear, "Why don't you just kill me now? I don't mind using my own blood to add some celebratory air for the Mo family, right before your wedding month."
Staring at her smiling face, Mo Qingao reached out and violently gripped her throat.
Bai Zhiruan merely smiled, not resisting in the slightest even as he choked her.
The two gazed at each other, neither willing to back down.