Wife Escapee, Debt Collector at the Door

Wife Escapee, Debt Collector at the Door

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Introduction
The first time they met, she pushed the medicine from the syringe into his body, torturing him endlessly. He stared at the camera in the corner, his only thought being how to handle this audacious woman once the drug has passed. Five years later, he caught the woman who had turned him into a colored parrot in the airport, only to be savagely mocked by his son. "Uncle, are you trying to molest my mom in public?" This time, he swore he would make sure this little woman and those two disrespectful devils taste the bitterness of their actions!
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The light, small as stars, illuminates from the azure ceiling accent, spreading over the entire room, making those within it feel like they're encompassed by a starry skyline.

On the luxurious, smooth satin that covers the KING SIZE bed, an oriental man with black hair and dark eyes half-lies with his deep eyes half-closed. On careful inspection, his gaze, with a hint of dizziness, describes a burning anger of the ultimate kind.

Qiuxi Yan opens the specially prepared toolbox. Just when she's set to get the sterile gloves for surgery, her mobile phone in her pocket starts to ring abruptly.

"Godfather, I've clearly said that I won't be getting married," Qingyue's voice emerged from her rose-tipped lips. Qiuxi Yan adjusted her cascading raven hair from her fair cheeks. Looking at the man who was lying on the bed, her smile had a hidden meaning. "There's no need to be married to have a child. Anyway, let's talk next time, I'm quite busy now."

With that, she hung up the phone immediately.

The room returned to its previous silence. Qiuxi Yan put on the sterile gloves, the sound of rubber and skin friction echoing in the room.

She looked at the man on the bed, satisfaction radiating from her eyes.

This man's facial features were more striking compared to other easterners. His slanted eyebrows, vivid black eyes, straight nose all conveyed a feeling of strength and daring similar to that of ancient generals - an aura of aggression rare in modern men, and giving off a certain dominance that was hard to resist.

Correlating with his compelling appearance is his identity, the current CEO of Mo's Enterprises, the youngest ever recipient of the Global Chinese Entrepreneur Award, Mo Zihan.

"Don't worry. I only gave you an anesthetic to immobilize you," Qiuxi Yan said, climbing on the bed and kneeling next to Mo Zihan. Her gloved hand began to unbuckle his diamond-studded belt. "They say anesthesia helps you react to certain things. The faster this gets done, the sooner you'll be free. Isn't it right?"

Mo Zihan glared at the audacious woman before him. Just fifteen minutes before he discovered that he was drugged and could only lie on his bed, he was ambushed by this woman.

Thinking about this, Mo Zihan silently scoffs. How desperate is this woman to rely on such means to get a man into bed?

After getting Mo Zihan's limited edition tailored suit pants off, Qiuxi Yan looked at the last piece of fabric covering his lower half, her face reddening slightly. Yet thinking of her purpose at hand, she gritted her teeth and fully undressed Mo Zihan.

Her hand, tightly wrapped in a rubber glove, reached for him under his murderous gaze. The tactility of the rubber and the transmitted warmth of her body made Mo Zihan's breathing suddenly hasten for a moment.

Examining the part in her hand that started changing slowly, Qiuxi Yan swallowed, slightly embarrassed, and asked Mo Zihan, "Can you hurry up, please?"

Fast? This woman was insulting his dignity as a man!

Horror and desire intertwined in Mo Zihan's eyes—if he hadn't been injected with anesthetics, he would definitely show this woman that he was not that "fast" of a man!

"Fine, since I need your help, you can enjoy a bit longer." Qiu Xiyen couldn't quite understand why Mo Zihan looked like he was about to explode, but she sensed she might have said something wrong, and continued in silence...

Mo Zihan, hovering between heaven and hell, was gazing intensely at the side profile of Qiu Xiyen. This young woman had a face that could make any man crazy. Why was she doing this?

Suddenly, a flash of cold light passed through the corner of the room, drawing Mo Zihan's attention.

His hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, finally noticing the object deliberately hidden behind the potted plant. As the embarrassment of being tricked rose, Mo Zihan's gaze on Qiu Xiyen seemed even more intense than before.

Having noticed Mo Zihan's stare, Qiu Xiyen blushed. Her small ears were so red it seemed like blood might drip from them. She quickened her movements, hoping to get past this awkward moment as soon as possible.

Finally, half an hour later, under the effects of the aphrodisiac and Qiu Xiyen's efforts, Mo Zihan surrendered.

Qiu Xiyen exhaled a sigh of relief, carefully collecting "those things" into a sealed container. She turned to look at Mo Zihan, lying bare-chested on the bed.

"For your sake, so you don't die from the aphrodisiac, I should think of a solution."

She was not sure exactly how much aphrodisiac Mo Zihan had been given, but just looking at his current "state", she could tell that the dosage was not light.

However, her wrists were aching, and she was not going to torture herself any more.

So, her only solution was to drag Mo Zihan into the bathroom, where there was a tub full of cold bath water.

Soaked in the icy bath water, Mo Zihan glared at the box of US dollars placed on the bathroom floor, his anger almost boiling the cold water.

"Hey, don't think that I'm doing this to blackmail you. I'm not short of money; this is just a trade that won't make you lose." Qiu Xiyen gently patted Mo Zihan's cold, stiff face with a smile, "Goodbye forever!"

Bruised all over from the falls, Mo Zihan, lying in the bathtub, stared at the silhouette of Autumn Xiyen. He swore to make the woman who dared to humiliate him pay the price!

Ten minutes later, Liu Chen, the confidential secretary, tardily arrived at the scene. By that time, the icy bathwater had chilled Mo Zihan to the bone.

"Boss, do you feel better now?" Liu Chen injected Mo Zihan with an antidote, then asked in a low voice, sweating coldly.

Mo Zihan glanced at him, restraining his anger as he gave a deep, stern order, "Go get the memory card from the camera behind the flower pot."

His bony hand holding the tiny memory card, a ruthless gleam shadowed his eyes. The woman had clearly planned it all, "Find out who that woman is tonight."

"Yes," As Mo Zihan's confidential secretary, Liu Chen's most lucid understanding was, when his boss gave an order, he just needed to comply and execute it.

In the same hotel, the young girl mingled with the guests in the banquet hall on a floor five levels below Mo Zihan, like a graceful silver butterfly.

"Xiyen, where have you been?" sighed her adoptive father, Fang Chenguo, appearing rather helpless.

Autumn Xiyen stuck her tongue out at her adoptive father, laughing off the question, "I just took a stroll around the hotel garden!"

Fang Chenguo glared at her ineffectively, “I had someone check the garden earlier, you weren’t there at all!"

"Cough!" Autumn Xiyen, having just taken a glass of champagne from a waiter, coughed. Just as she was about to reply, she saw the man she had knocked over appearing at the door of the banquet hall. She quickly hid behind her adoptive father.

"Well, this can't be happening!" Autumn Xiyen hid behind Fang Chenguo, making a face. At this moment, she couldn’t care less if Fang Chenguo doubted her. If the man exposed her in front of her adoptive father, she was good as dead!

"Xiyen, don't mess around. Come greet some friends from the commercial arena with me." Fang Chenguo felt bothered by Autumn Xiyen’s antics. Assuming this quirky adoptive daughter of his was being playful again, he pulled her towards Mo Zihan.

Seeing the distance between herself and Mo Zihan lessening with each step, Autumn Xiyen felt as if she was approaching hell. Her face completely pale.

"Sorry, I'm late, Mr Fang," she murmured weakly.

Hearing that somewhat gentle voice, Qiu Xiyen was slightly taken aback. The man spoke with such a tone? That was completely mismatched with his personality.

"It's fine. I know you have a lot of matters to attend to!" Fang Chengguo was very fond of Mo Zihan, and after the casual small talk, he turned to Qiu Xiyen and said, "Look at Zihan, then look at yourself, sigh!"

On a normal day, Qiu Xiyen would definitely retort, for she was a medical genius too!

But now, there was only one thought in her mind: why was this man so calm after seeing her? It didn't seem like an act at all, it was more like he had really never seen her before.

"You, don't you remember me?"

As the saying goes, 'curiosity kills the cat,' and at the moment, a hundred Persian cats were squirming in Qiu Xiyen's heart, waiting to be 'killed'.

Mo Zihan, who was talking with Fang Chengguo, paused for a moment, then countered, "We know each other?"

"Are you really Mo Zihan?"

It wasn't Mo Zihan who answered Qiu Xiyen's question, but Fang Chengguo. "Xiyen, that's really disrespectful!"

But Mo Zihan was quite generous. He gave Qiu Xiyen a relaxed smile. His handsome face was gleaming.

"Maybe we met before. I forgot, I'm sorry."

Seeing his reaction, Qiu Xiyen’s white forehead began to wrinkle. Could this man have some sort of amnesia?

If so, she would have to re-evaluate the quality of this man’s sperm. What if their child inherited his disease and he left home, returning to not even recognize his own mother?

Fang Chengguo, noticing Qiu Xiyen's particular interest in Mo Zihan, had an idea. With a meaningful smile on his face, he said, "Young people tend to have more in common, you can chat. I'll go and talk to old friends."

Qiu Xiyen watched her adoptive father leave with a strange smile, which made her feel a little creeped out. However, her curiosity about Mo Zihan's attitude compelled her to stay.

"Do you really not recognize me at all?" Qiu Xiyen's gaze swept over Mo Zihan's face like a searchlight, not missing any slight change in his expression or reaction.

However, Mo Zihan let her down. There wasn’t any special reaction. He merely apologized to her with tranquility, "Sorry, but I really can't remember. Perhaps, Miss Qiu, you might help jog my memory?"

Qiu Xiyen shivered. Should she tell this man that she had just administered anaesthesia to him in the hotel room and did that to him, then left him soaked in cold water as if marinating sea cucumbers?

"Uh, I think I must have made a mistake. We don't know each other."

A meaningful smile flickered in Mo Zihan's eyes as he nodded.

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