"Mom! Let me go, I'm your daughter!" Ye Xiaoxin pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Dressed in a white V-neck dress that clung to her graceful figure, her eyes, sharp yet imploring, locked onto her mother's.

But her mother, Lin Ruoshuang, had a firm grip on her hair, binding her tightly as if preparing to cast her into the abyss. Ye Xiaoxin, just in her early twenties and freshly returned from abroad, was being forced into a nightmarish scenario—to share a bed with the mentally challenged young master of the Qin family.

Refusing to comply, she found herself bound and dragged to the threshold of a presidential suite. Lin Ruoshuang, with a stern expression, pushed open the door that seemed to lead straight to hell.

"Xiaoxin, I have no choice. Raising you hasn't been easy. If you just spend the night with the Qin family's young master, they've promised to give me 8 million yuan to help with our financial troubles. It's a match made in heaven," Lin Ruoshuang explained, her voice devoid of warmth.

With those words, she shoved Ye Xiaoxin into the room. Ye Xiaoxin turned back, her eyes searching her mother's face for any sign of relenting, but...

Bang!

The door slammed shut, sealing her fate in despair. Inside, a drooling, simple-minded man with a twisted grin was muttering, "Pretty lady, pretty lady..." as he inched closer.

Ye Xiaoxin's eyes widened in terror, her mind screaming one word: Run!

She scanned the room frantically, her gaze landing on the protruding corner of the bathroom wall. Without a second to lose, she began rubbing the ropes against the sharp edge, struggling with all her might to break free.

The young master of the Qin family was drooling, his saliva dripping onto his clothes, while his hands flailed aimlessly in the air.

"Hehe... pretty lady..." he slurred, his voice thick with intoxication.

Ye Xiaoxin screamed, "Stay away from me!" Her hands frantically scraped against the wall, her movements growing more desperate by the second.

Just as the Qin heir lunged at her, a drop of his saliva landed on her neck. She let out a piercing shriek, "Ahhh—!"

At that very moment, the rope binding her snapped with a sharp crack.

Ye Xiaoxin shoved the Qin heir away with all her strength and bolted for the door. As she flung it open, she was met with the cold, unyielding figure of her own mother, Lin Ruoshuang, standing in the doorway. Without a word, Lin shoved her back inside.

"Tie her to the bed!" Lin barked.

Two burly bodyguards, hearing the command, rushed in with ropes in hand.

Ye Xiaoxin spun around, her eyes darting wildly for an escape. The room was vast, but there was no exit in sight.

The window!

She hesitated for a split second, but the sight of the Qin heir stumbling toward her, the bodyguards closing in, and her mother's twisted, furious face spurred her into action.

Without another thought, she sprinted to the window, flung it open, and leaped out into the unknown.

Even if it meant death, she would never sacrifice her purity to a man with such mental deficiencies!

Thankfully, it was only the second floor. As she jumped, she managed to grab onto a tree branch, which cushioned her fall.

*Crash—*

Ye Xiaoxin hit the ground hard. Her skirt tore slightly, and her knees were scraped and bleeding.

From the window above, her mother, Lin Ruoshuang, shouted, "Don’t let her escape! Catch her!"

Eight million! There was no way Lin Ruoshuang would let Ye Xiaoxin get away.

Ye Xiaoxin scrambled to her feet, but the pain in her legs made her stumble and fall again.

Just then, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up in front of her.

A man in a sleek black suit stepped out. He was tall and imposing, exuding an air of arrogance and authority. His presence was both cold and sharp, radiating intelligence and power.

In less than a second, he had captured the attention of everyone outside the hotel.

His commanding aura froze Ye Xiaoxin in place, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

This man could save her!

When he turned his gaze toward her, Ye Xiaoxin was momentarily stunned.

As someone who had studied psychology, she could read people’s behaviors and emotions with precision. This man, however, seemed to be forcibly suppressing some inner turmoil.

Stumbling forward, Ye Xiaoxin threw herself into his arms. She looked up at him with clear, pleading eyes, taking in his sharp, chiseled features. In a soft, desperate voice, she whispered, "Please… save me."