In the city of S, at the Chu residence, the whole place was brilliantly lit.

The top-tier symphony orchestra was playing beside the fountain, with the sweet fragrance of wine permeating the garden full of dazzling flowers.

Tonight, there was a wine party here, held to welcome the long-lost daughter of the Chu family, Chu Shaoyan, who had been missing for seventeen years.

However, at this moment, the star of the banquet, "Chu Shaoyan," was so drunk that she was sprawled out on the large bed in her new home, as if she was a melted caramel candy.

In fact, her original name was Chu Ci, named by her deceased mother.

But ever since she was brought back to the Chu family, she has acquired a new fancy name: Chu Shaoyan.

She didn't like her new name, and more so, her new identity.

What about the long-lost biological daughter? It was nothing more than a lie made up by her father and stepmother.

Chu Ci was in deep sleep when suddenly, with a "swish," cold water splashed on her face and body, completely wetting her.

The chill of the cold water had sobered her up a bit.

To be precise, it woke her from the sedative in her alcohol.

"Um... that's refreshing," mumbled Chu Ci, a tad disoriented.

But the next second, she bolted up from her bed, breaking out in a cold sweat and tongue tied, "Where am I? How did I end up here?"

Mrs. Chu, Zheng Zhishu, and female bodyguard Mei Xin stood by the bed, their faces were so gloomy, like the gods of judgment. Especially Zheng Zhishu, looking at Chu Ci, grinding her teeth, she wished she could send Chu Ci straight to hell.

Chu Ci subconsciously thought she was still living in the small attic at Auntie Hao's house. Although a second later she remembered she had been brought back to Chu’s family, and this was her new bedroom, she still couldn't remember why she was in bed, not in the garden.

Ever since returning to Chu's house, she had been very suffocated. Seventeen-year-old Chu Ci, who had not graduated from vocational high school, was being forced to marry a twenty-seven-year-old man she had never met, becoming a sacrifice to their arranged marriage for business interests.

She felt that her life was over and had no interest in living... So tonight, when she heard that she would meet her future "uncle" fiancé, her mood was even worse. But she didn't dare to get drunk, fearing that she would cause trouble and get scolded by her father and aunt.

So she only took a low-alcohol cocktail, but annoyingly, how could she get drunk to the point of blacking out? Looking at Zheng Zhishu's face full of hatred and anger, Chu Ci didn't know why, and could only call out weakly, "Au... Auntie... uh..."

She was slurring her words, and at last, she burped, not looking like a wealthy young miss at all. Even the bodyguard behind Zheng Zhishu had more manners than her... However, even such a lack of manners could not cover up her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Zheng Zhishu, looking at Chu Ci, was inevitably reminded of her mother's exceptional beauty in her prime, causing more disgust, she lifted her hand and slapped Chu Ci, "You shameless trash!"

If it weren't for Chu's high-tech company having a large-scale recall event, with the stock plummeting, and on the verge of bankruptcy, why would the Chu family have to seek help from the He family?

Coincidentally, Chairman He was seriously ill and wanted to take this opportunity to settle the marriage of his only son, He Zilang. Otherwise, why would she, Zheng Zhishu, agree to take this annoying girl back and tolerate this frustration!

A slap can hardly dissipate the resentment.

Chu Ci, caught off guard, is directly struck by a slap from Zheng Zhishu and falls onto the bed.

The effect of the medicine hadn’t passed, nor had the influence of the wine, leaving her weak, dizzy, and on the verge of unconsciousness. If not for this, she would have taken off long ago.

In disarray, she manages to crawl up and move to the other side of the bed. She covers her face and glares at Zheng Zhishu. "Why on earth did you slap me, Auntie?"

Zheng Zhishu saw Chu Ci scurry away, but she couldn't chase after her around the bed. Grinding her teeth, she points at the small drop of vibrant red blood on the bedsheet, "I allowed you to return to the Chu family so you could marry He Shao, to save Zhi Zhen Technology. Yet, at this crucial moment, you are messing around, damaging the Chu family wealth. And you dare ask me why I hit you?"

Following Zheng Zhishu's gaze to her bedsheets, bloody horror confronted Chu Ci—a shocking drop of fresh blood that had not yet dried.

What on earth was happening?

This was her room, her bed. She wasn't injured and her clothes were still intact, but...

"Where did this blood come from?" Chu Ci was taken aback.

Seeing Chu Ci's reaction, Zheng Zhishu realized the girl must have been influenced by some trickery.

Despite this, it's imperative that He Shao remained in the dark about the day's events. Last thing she wanted was for him to encounter the booze-addled Chu Ci.

She cast a fleeting glance towards the bodyguard, Mei Xin, and instructed, icy as ever, "Take her to Jing An hospital for repair operation! When leaving, be careful not to be seen."

"Repair operation?"

Chu Ci was utterly perplexed. She stared blankly at Zheng Zhishu for a moment before turning bright red in embarrassment.

"Auntie, why are your thoughts so filthy? I'm fully clothed, unharmed! There is no way I am undergoing any sort of hellish examination!"

Chu Ci's cheeks puffed up in anger.

Zheng Zhishu's delicate eyebrows furrowed: "It's not up to you! Mei Xin, I am entrusting Missy to you. Clean her up and bring her back."

Watching Zheng Zhishu walk out the door, Chu Ci had nowhere to vent her accumulated anger and could only smash her pillow down fiercely.

"Disgusting! Disgusting! You are the one who is dirty! Your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidney, small intestine are all dirty! I don't want a check-up! I don't want any gynecologist to touch me, not even my toes!"

Mei Xin remains very professional, standing straight in front of the bed. Only after Chu Ci vented her anger did she speak in a calm and emotionless voice: "Miss, may we go now?"

Chu Ci glared at Mei Xin. She was certain there was nothing wrong with her health and did not believe in any of the stuff alleging she had been manipulated.

Moreover, the hymen was such a delicate structure and could easily be broken, right?

Who would know if this vile stepmother purposely smeared some ketchup to frame Chu Ci, thus providing an excuse to collude with unscrupulous doctors to tarnish her innocence, and turn her into a laughing stock?

If she were to give her "first time" to an unknown medical instrument, it would be too late for Chu Ci to cry.

No, she must run!