Chapter 2

Then no one cared about the handsome man.

Feeling Su Ziyue’s eyes gazing at him, he lifted his head. His eyes were as distant and dark as a mountain in the shadow of the night, mysterious and dangerous. His face was so beautiful with delicate figures, but also cold and aloof, almost suffocating her. ‘This man has an aura of power,’ she thought.

Then the man lowered his head to look at the glass of wine in his hand attentively; something different flashed through his eyes.

Su Ziyue, who also had a glass of wine in her hand, shook the glass a little.

Then she shook off Young Master Mu's hand with disgust, headed straight to the man, and took the wine from his hand. She lifted the wine in front of Young Master Mu and sneered wickedly at him, "It’s just a glass of wine. Keep your words, Young Master Mu."

After that, she drank up the wine and cast the glass aside, then darted a look full of hate to Su Yige before going out to leave.

The man in black looked Su Ziyue disappearing at the door, with a scheming smile.

…

Getting out of the room, Su Ziyue went to the bathroom first as she felt a little unsettled inside.

By the time she went out of the bathroom, she saw Young Master Mu, whose full name was Mu Ninghui, running to her from the other side of the aisle. She turned to flee at once. But before she could run far, she felt fatigued and weak all of a sudden. A sense of dizziness horrified her as she murmured, "How come?"

"A wise woman can be ruined by her own wisdom."

A clear voice, like the sound of a fountain, was heard from her back, making her heart shiver. And the next moment, she fainted into a man's cold hug.

She felt she was surrounded by the breath with coldness and strangeness, and her vision gradually blurred, but she still tried to struggle and murmured, "Let, let go of me!"

She didn't want to fall into the trap Su Yige set for her, and she didn't want Mu Ninghui, that disgusting man, to touch her body, either.

"Do you want to be caught by Mu Ninghui?" the man said with a clear and beautiful voice. With a little consciousness left, she realized this man wasn't Mu Ninghui.

The man lowered his head, squinted down at her rosy face and vacant eyes, a vortex of passion swirling in his eyes.

And Su Ziyue gradually lost her consciousness.

The man looked at her with his head lowered, bent down, and lifted her up by both arms. Then he turned his head slightly and said to his men, "No need to follow now."

…

The next day.

“Whoosh whoosh…”

The sound came into Su Ziyue's ears before she opened her eyes.

She was awakened by the noise, feeling pissed, then tried to sit up. But unexpectedly, a sense of great pain crawling over her body at the moment she moved.

“Click.”

All of a sudden, the sound of water stopped, and the door was opened.

Su Ziyue struggled to get up to sit, while a man was coming out of the bathroom. Their eyes met.

He was tall and fit, wearing nothing but a towel below his waist. His body shape looked better than the Korean idol she was crazy about. She couldn't help peeking at his abdominal muscles.

'One, two, …Geez, he’s got eight packs of abs!'

“Woke up?”

His voice was really a feast for her ears; it was quite a match with his outlook.

Su Ziyue raised her head slowly, only to see a face that was both familiar and strange to her. Her memory surged back as she realized this man was the one she met in the private room last night, also the one whom she took the wine from.

"How come…?"

The current situation explained itself, needless to think anymore, she knew what happened between them.

The man walked toward her, gazed at her face, and then said in a light voice, "Qin Muchen."

He said his name without answering her question.

The vapor around the man suggested he just took a hot bath, but as he approached her, she felt the chill breath and shivered unconsciously.

When he came close, she saw many red scratches on his upper body. She unconsciously looked down at her own body, then screamed and immediately covered herself with the quilt.

"The wine I drank last night…"