Inside the luxurious suite,

Lin Feier sat on the ground, her clothes disheveled. There were notable scratch marks on her arm, her cheeks were red and swollen, and there were traces of blood at the corners of her mouth. It was clear that she was in a pathetic state, obviously the victim of an attempted assault.

Briefly glancing at the old man next to her who had been knocked unconscious by Xu Hai, Feier's eyes flashed with resolve.

She looked up at the impossibly handsome man standing before her and spoke again.

"Mr. Mu, I beg you to help me."

Mu Yanlei did not respond. A rare hint of a smile appeared on his handsome face as if he had heard something amusing.

"Do you want to get even like that?"

"Yes!" Feier's voice choked up, but her tone was resolute.

Mu Yanlei looked at her indifferently, his eyes seemed to be scrutinizing and contemplating.

After a long while, he suddenly pinched her chin, lifted her face and spoke in a tone devoid of any emotional ups and downs.

"Why should I help you? What's in it for me if I do?"

"I..." His two questions left Feier speechless, but she persisted.

"What do you want? As long as I have it, it's yours, as long as you help me!"

Mu Yanlei didn't respond immediately. He only slightly narrowed his eyes, and a strange light flickered in his pupils.

He silently observed the woman in front of him, no, he should say, it’s a girl.

Her lustrous eyes were clouded with tears, the distress evident on her face. Her clothes were in disarray, a heart-rendering sight. Yet, amidst all this, she stood strong, making it impossible to turn her away.

"Fine, I will help you," he said succinctly, loosening his grip on her to add, "But first, clean yourself up."

"Thank you," Fei'er uttered with difficulty, her voice raw and raspy.

As she rose to her feet, she heard Mu Yanlei instructing his assistant at the door, "Draft the acquisition plan as swiftly as possible. Announce the acquisition of Hongjian tomorrow."

...

When she emerged from the bathroom, the old man who had been her companion had disappeared, and so had Xu Hai. The door was closed.

For someone as confident and tall as Mu Yanlei, his broad shoulders shone at the large windows, making you feel that he could be relied on.

Fei'er steadied her heart, clutching the towel at her chest tightly, summoning up the courage to walk towards him. With each step she took, she could feel her heart rate increasing.

"Mr. Mu, I have finished bathing," she said, shakily.

The sentence somehow made her feel she was offering herself up as tribute, there was no shred of dignity in it.

But on second thought, compared to what Cheng Shaofeng had done to her previously, Fei'er was in much better condition at the moment. Dignity wasn’t the main consideration anymore.

Mu Yanlei turned, casting a casual glance upon Fei'er. Seeing her exposed fair skin, his eyes flashed with a cold glint.

His piercing gaze made Fei'er subconsciously lower her eyes, feeling more and more uneasy.

The only piece of cloth keeping her modesty was the towel.

This was her first time being so exposed in front of a man, and that man was an excessively handsome stranger.

He... truly handsome, perhaps the most handsome man she has ever seen.

His face, sharply contoured, elegant brows, a pair of pitch black eyes as deep as the sea, yet concealing a penetrating intensity. He's a mystery, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Underneath his proud and straight nose are thin attractive lips. When not talking, he slightly purses his lips, emanating a hint of chilliness and nobility.

Wherever he moves or stands, he carries an elegance yet also an innate overpowering aura, naturally imposing, inspiring awe in others.

A man like this, once seen, leaves an unforgettable impression.

Naturally, Fei'er is not the exception, especially since he was the one who saved her.

After some time of silence from Mr. Mu Yanlei, Fei'er could not help but look up, quickly casting a glance at the man in front of her, becoming increasingly restless.

"Mr. Mu..."

Mu Yanlei, however, still remained silent, his gaze heavy as it swept over Fei'er's body.

Fei’er's arm was still full of scratches from the struggle just now, and there are clearly two slap marks on her face which looked painful upon sight.

For the first time in his life, in front of a woman other than his mother, he felt a sense of ‘unbearable distress’.

Mu Yanlei slightly furrowed his brows, and slowly walked towards Fei’er, reaching out to touch her face.