In the middle of the night, a figure could be seen slowly drifting down the pitch-dark hallway. Fù Shū Yáo, dressed in formal attire, moved ahead with her head feeling heavy and foggy.
Heat...
So hot...
The heat within her body was akin to a raging fire that was about to char her to ashes. Lost as she was, Fù Shū Yáo knew there was something amiss with her body.
Images from the events that took place a mere quarter of an hour ago flashed across her mind...
After participating in her grandfather’s 70th birthday celebration, her stepmother Fāng Lè Róng had halted her, “Shū Yáo, there’s something I want to talk about.”
Fù Shū Yáo responded with cold detachment, "What is there to discuss between us? The moment you caused the death of my mother, there was nothing left between us but hatred!"
Fāng Lè Róng’s face displayed a hint of discomfort, holding back her rage she quietly pleaded: “Your father is in a bit of trouble. He needs your help.”
A faint dread came over Fù Shū Yáo, scoffing, “What help can I offer?”
"Shū Yáo, your father has offended a big shot. The only solution is for you to ask your grandfather for help... No matter what you say, you are still the granddaughter of the Mù family, and they will certainly save your father for your sake." Fāng Lè Róng spoke, with tear-filled eyes on the brink of spilling.
Fù Shū Yáo only found it laughable.
Beg her grandfather?
How audacious!
Who was the one, while her mother was pregnant, got involved with a young assistant, pressuring her mother to divorce? If not for the trauma it caused, why would her mother choose to leave on a rainy night, only to meet with a car accident!
Her mother had passed away, with not even a trace of her remains found, yet her father had rapidly brought Fāng Lè Róng into their house.
In a fit of rage, my grandfather severed ties with the Fu family.
For ten long years, there has been no contact. Now, I am being asked to plead with my grandfather to save my dad?
Humph...
I've seen thick-skinned people before, but never one as brass-faced as this!
"I won't ask Grandfather for help. My dad deserves whatever fate he ends up with, being the scum he is! I have two words for him... serves him right!"
With these words, Fu Shuyao turned to leave.
But in that instant, Fang Lerong's voice rang out sharp and harsh: "Fu Shuyao, if you stand by and watch someone die, then don't blame me for being heartless!"
Before Fu Shuyao could respond, an odd fragrance began to spread through the air.
Although she instinctively held her breath, she still inhaled a considerable amount.
"Damn girl, come with me!"
Fang Lerong grabbed her arm and tried to drag her away into the shadows.
Fu Shuyao exerted all her strength to kick Fang Lerong in the stomach as hard as she could and fled in panic.
...
Fu Shuyao had known that Fang Lerong was ruthless, but she never expected her to dare to harm her in public.
As her vision began to blur, a deep-seated sense of hatred welled up within her.
Gradually, she could no longer see the path under her feet. Leaning haphazardly against the wall, she made her way in one particular direction.
She felt as though she had walked for a while. Suddenly, there was a male and female voice on the other side, "Hurry up and find her, otherwise if she escapes, our family will be done for!"
Recognizing the voice of her stepmother, Fu Shuyao nervously leaned against a door, staring at the dead-end ahead.
Unconsciously, her body pressed harder against the door.
Creak...
To her surprise, the door opened, and the steps from a distance were getting closer.
Fu Shuyao worried that if she carried on like this, she would be caught by her stepmother. In her desperation, she slipped into someone's room regardless of who it was, and locked the door.
Within the pitch-black room, she couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
Fu Shuyao didn't know where she was, her foot slipped, and she tumbled to the ground.
"Ugh..."
Her body fell onto a soft bed, and her cheek touched something cool. Fu Shuyao couldn't help but sigh.
How comfortable...
What was it?
She touched his firm and powerful skin. Fu Shuyao knew there was a person lying on the bed. Reason told her to keep a distance, yet, her body couldn't resist the urge to touch more.
Closer, even closer...
Until she was lying flat on it, like an octopus, her hands and feet all entangled on it, Fu Shuyao was desperately rubbing the thing that made her comfortable.
In the darkness, the alcohol-fumigated Mu Tianyou, who had fallen into deep sleep, was disturbed and awoke. His two sword-like eyebrows knitted into a deep Chuan character.
He pushed off the person on him with a raised hand, "Get off."
Fu Shuyao whimpered and clung tightly to the 'Ice Man' in her arms again.
Mu Tianyou tried to use force again to escape from this small thing that entangled him like a vine. However, his alcohol-paralyzed body couldn't muster much strength. He could only let the soft girl stick firmly to him.
He closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep again.
But his Adam's apple was kissed.
"Smack..."
The soft and warm lips, like feathers, gently scratched over, igniting the evil fire in his heart.
Mu Tianyou suddenly opened his pitch-black eyes.
In the dark, he was like a provoked wolf with his eyes glowing green, he turned over and pressed the person who was messing around on him under his body.