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Chapter One :Chapter 1

Cloud City, in the restroom on the fourth floor of the most exclusive leisure club "Cloud Top".

Fang Ying keeps splashing her face with cold water, yet her body is still uncomfortably hot, her head hazy, even her vision is getting blurry.

She hadn't drunk that much, why was she feeling so drunk?

"Hehe, little Ying Ying, feeling hot, are you? Let Brother Chen help you cool down." Chen, a round-faced, big-bellied man in his fifties, embraced Fang Ying from behind and pecked her neck, regardless of her strenuous struggles.

Fang Ying, frightened and angered to the point of nausea, stomped hard on Chen's foot with her stiletto, taking advantage of his pain to break free and stumbled out of the restroom.

A variety of offensive sounds could be heard escaping from the half-open private rooms lining the corridor.

Running in panic to the end of the corridor, the elevator door happened to open, and a faint Fang Ying dashed in, trying to escape the man, Chen, but unexpectedly bumped into another man's chest.

The man's chest was too firm, causing a head-ache inducing impact on Fang Ying that made her head spin. Lifting her head, she saw a tall, handsome young man dressed in a black suit and white shirt, with several distinguished looking men behind him.

The man disgustingly pushed her away, causing her to stumble back a few steps and fall. Her palm scraped the floor, leaving a bloody trace, causing her to scream in pain. Who was this fierce man?

The man ignored her, stepped out of the elevator, and strode away.

Behind him, a handsome youngster who looked much like Wu Shixun in casual white clothes, whistled, "Tsk, tsk, Brother Ling Chuan, don't you think that girl looks familiar?"

The man, also known as Brother Ling Chuan, turned around and glanced down at Fang Ying, his gaze deepened, he paused his steps, and the men surrounding him also stopped on the spot.

Chen had followed by then. He was intimidated by the presence of the group and especially by the air of haughty disdain emanating from the man at the forefront. He greeted the man, nervously and subserviently, "Hello, Mr. Mo."

The man known as Mr. Mo or Mo Ling Chuan, snorted in contempt, and didn't even look at Chen. His intense gaze fell only upon Fang Ying.

Just as Chen was about to grab Fang Ying from the floor, Mo Ling Chuan suddenly lifted his foot, kicking Chen seven to eight meters away. Chen landed harshly on the ground, grimacing in pain, unable to get up for quite a while.

With her consciousness in chaos, Fang Ying, like a drowning person grasping the last straw, kneeled with a few steps and hugged Mo Lingchuan's leg: "Save me...help me..."

A novel way of asking for help, is it?

Mo Lingchuan chuckled, about to kick her away. But looking down at a face that closely resembled the one he remembered, his heart involuntarily trembled. He changed his action and pulled her up, examining her with his long fingers gripping her chin.

Indeed, it was that same face, just altered. The small face he remembered was emaciated beyond recognition, as pale as paper due to illness. But the face before him was flushed abnormally and her skin burned to the touch.

Connecting the dots to this venue and the look in Chen's eyes, Mo Lingchuan immediately understood that the girl had been drugged and was on the verge of being used.

Didn't Grandpa keep nagging about marriage? Perhaps it's about time he had a woman by his side. With this thought, Mo Lingchuan's mouth curved slightly, "I can save you, but thereafter, you must become my possession."

Being tormented by the drug, Fang Ying was on the verge of madness. Her consciousness was so hazy that she could hardly hear what he was saying, yet she still nodded her agreement.

Mo Lingchuan pick her up, turned around and headed back to the elevator. The other men didn't react much, but the excessively handsome young man, Yan Chen, suddenly went pale and immediately followed, "Brother Lingchuan, you can't..."

"Get lost, Yan Chen," Mo Lingchuan tossed him out of the elevator without diplomatic niceties. He didn't kick him as hard as he did Chen, it was merely meant to shake him off.

As the elevator doors closed, Yan Chen punched the wall in great remorse.

Inside the luxurious presidential suite that belonged exclusively to Mo Lingchuan on the top floor of Yun Cheng Mo's five-star hotel, after a tumultuous night, Fang Ying slept soundly till almost noon.

When she woke up, she had a splitting headache, and her entire body ached as if every square inch of her had been smashed.

Bleary-eyed, she opened her eyes only to see a naked man half-lying next to her, looking at her inscrutably.

This man's face was divinely handsome, and his body was on par with top male models worldwide. However, crucially, he wasn't wearing any clothes and was lying in bed with her. What was going on?!

Frightened, Fang Ying screamed. She glanced at the scattered clothes, the messed up bed, and her own body. In the face of his faintly amused gaze, she instantly realized what had happened.

Last night, while she was drinking with her fiance, Zhao Qin, and Mr. Chen, she was drugged. Taking advantage of the situation, Mr. Chen secretly followed her to the restroom with ill intentions...

And then... She simply could not remember the rest. Could this man be a waiter or a gigolo from Yun Duan who she had used as a remedy in her confusion? But does Yun Duan's private rooms include such luxurious bedrooms?

She didn't have time to dwell on her aches and pains. In a rush, Fang Ying dressed frantically and said, "I'm sorry...this wasn’t intentional. Even my purse is missing, so I don’t have a single penny on me...”

She was about to dash off when Mo Lingchuan's face darkened. "Woman, have you forgotten our agreement last night? I saved you and in return, you ought to be my plaything."

"Plaything? Are you... are you not a waiter or a gigolo?" Fang Ying got even more terrified. "I apologize, but I am soon to be married to my fiancé. I will pay you some other day…”

Without waiting for Mo Lingchuan to say anything more, she stumbled out and fled from the room.

That damned woman not only broke her promise but also had the audacity to label him as a lowly waiter or a gigolo. Mo Lingchuan's face turned even darker.

Aside from the fact that she resembled his former beloved, he merely took pity on her and had he acted as her medicine without expecting anything in return, she had the nerve to humiliate him?

He immediately dialed a number and ordered his assistant, Lin Jian, to investigate the woman who seemed to have no idea of the trouble she was in.

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