"Ugh, I feel so sick!"

Sleeping deeply, Mo Wanchi felt an intense discomfort, turning her body and rolling into the broad chest of a man.

The touch of a creature that was clearly not part of her bed made her open her eyes instantly, and what came into view was the magnified face of a handsome man.

Mo Wanchi thought she was dreaming, disbelievingly reaching out to touch the face of the man in front of her.

Then, to her horror, she noticed that the man had also opened his eyes. Eyes met, and Mo Wanchi gave a scream, rolling away.

Not until she rolled away did she realize she was naked, immediately grabbing a blanket to wrap herself up, "Who... who are you? How did you get here?"

The man squinted, his gaze falling on the clavicle that Mo Wanchi exposed, his eyes dark, his voice deep, "Your savior!"

Savior? Stunned, Mo Wanchi looked at the handsome man on the bed, her mind

instantly recalled the resentful voice of her best friend Meng Weivi she heard just before she lost consciousness last night.

"Mo Wanchi, I've drugged your tea just now. A gift from a friend, enjoy a young and handsome young master. As long as I see a picture of you being played by a man, Bai Hao will break up with you and then I can legitimately be with him!"

So, this handsome man was given to her by Meng Weivi? So she really did spend a passionate night with this man last night?

Mo Wanchi turned pale, picked up a pillow in anger and threw it at the man, "Just wait, I'll make sure you rot in jail!"

Facing Mo Wanchi's anger, the man calmly caught the pillow she threw over, not in the least afraid, "Last night, you were the one who actively held me, you pounced on me, do you really think the police would believe your words?"

"You..." Mo Wanchi bit her lip, quivering with anger.

Although very angry, Mo Wanchi hadn't lost her reason.

Last night, she fell into Meng Weivi’s trap, losing consciousness, she must not have resisted at all during the whole process, she might even have taken the initiative to hold the man and sought pleasure, so the police would not believe her words.

"But should I just let this man tarnish my innocence without consequence?"

Mo Wanxi couldn't bear it.

Seeing Mo Wanxi biting her lip, face full of despair, the man felt an inexplicable pity for her.

His gaze fell on the bright red traces on the bed, his voice softened a bit, "Although you initiated it last night, if you want, I can take responsibility for you!"

Take responsibility? Isn't that the most ridiculous thing?

Anger engulfed Mo Wanxi again, pointing at the man, she yelled uncontrollably, "Get out! just get the hell out of here now!"

Looking at the hysterical Mo Wanxi, the man got up from the bed and causally put on his clothes. He showed no sign of panic or fear.

After getting dressed, the man pulled out a business card from his pocket and offered it to Mo Wanxi, "If you change your mind, you can find me. I'm a man of my word..."

Mo Wanxi didn't even look at it, she ripped up the card immediately, "Get out!"

The man took one last deep look at Mo Wanxi and left the room.

As the door closed behind him, he heard the soft sobs of Mo Wanxi from inside the room. He paused, shook his head, and strode down the hallway.

Seeing the man, two bodyguard-like figures quietly appeared from one end of the corridor, respectfully greeted him, "Seventh Young Master!"

The man's face quickly regained its aloofness, befitting of someone superior. "Look up her information. Report to me immediately!"

"Yes!"