Chapter 3
The edge of the glass shard was sharp—just a little more pressure, and a thin line of blood appeared on the bald man's neck.
The two other men froze, startled by Su Jin's fierce expression and unflinching brutality.
"Crazy woman! Who do you think you're scaring? I don't believe you have the guts to do it!" one of them growled.
"Oh?" Su Jin's lips curled into a cold, fearless smile.
Her grip on the shard tightened.
Blood instantly gushed from the bald man's neck.
"If he dies, you two are accomplices," she said coldly. "When the authorities come, I'll tell them the three of you attacked me together."
"You're insane!" they shouted, staring at Su Jin like she had completely lost her mind.
"You drove me insane," Su Jin snapped, eyes blazing. "And if that's the case… then let's die together!"
At that moment, the bald man groaned and regained consciousness. When he saw the sharp shard pressed against his neck and Su Jin's deadly expression, his face turned pale with fear.
"No—no, don't do anything crazy!" he stammered. "We were ordered by the Second Miss of the Su family! She told us to do it! If you want revenge, take it out on her!"
Su Jin's eyes narrowed.
Su Nuo.
So it really was her.
A dark sneer tugged at Su Jin's lips.
She glanced at the bald man's face. It was flushed and damp, his eyes unfocused, his breathing erratic—clearly drugged.
Not just him—the other two showed the same signs.
That vile woman… Su Nuo had even drugged the men before sending them to assault her.
She had planned to have three drugged beasts ruin her.
A surge of hatred surged in Su Jin's heart, and she bit her lip hard to keep from screaming.
"Get up," she ordered, grabbing the bald man by the collar.
Supporting herself on his unsteady body, Su Jin slowly moved toward the door.
She opened it, shoved him out into the hallway, and slammed the door shut behind him.
Locking it from the outside, she secured the two remaining men inside the room.
Then, without looking back, Su Jin staggered away.
Her body was still weak and trembling, but step by step, she forced herself down the stairs, holding on to the railing as she went.
After that struggle, her clothes were in disarray and her head ached faintly.
She couldn't go downstairs looking like this—it would immediately raise suspicion.
She had to clean herself up, fast.
The door to the room next door was unlocked. Su Jin slipped inside and quietly closed it behind her.
She looked around cautiously and found the place empty.
Relieved, she exhaled softly, then searched for a medicine box and began tending to the wounds on her body.
The injury on her forehead wasn't serious—just a small scratch. She applied some medicinal powder and combed her bangs down to cover it. That would be enough to hide it for now.
But her clothes were a different story. Torn in several places, they were beyond saving. She had no choice but to find something else to wear.
Opening the wardrobe, she spotted a spare dress. She quickly pulled out a skirt and prepared to change.
Just as she slipped off her top, a low male voice suddenly sounded behind her:
"How did you get in here?"
Startled, Su Jin froze, hurriedly pulling her clothes against her chest. Her heart pounded uncontrollably.
That voice—she knew it too well.
It belonged to no one else but Fu Siyan.
The man who had died saving her in her past life.
She stood with her back to him, lips trembling slightly as they curved into a faint smile.
Joy surged in her chest, so fierce she didn't know what to say.
Fu Siyan… I owed you so much in my past life. In this one, I'll make it right. Su Jin vowed inwardly.
"Who are you?" Fu Siyan asked coldly.
There was no lust in his eyes—only a shadowed gloom.
He looked at Su Jin with clear disgust.
The Su family really thinks they can bribe me with women?
"Can you… turn around first? I need to get dressed," Su Jin said softly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Her heart couldn't stay calm in front of him.
She wanted to give him everything this time.
Fu Siyan let out a cold snort. His voice was full of ridicule and indifference.
"I'll give you one minute. Put on your clothes—and get out."
To him, women who threw themselves at him were beneath contempt.
Fu Siyan had no pity for anyone who came knocking at his bed.