The presidential suite was plunged into darkness, save for a bedside lamp casting a soft glow that veiled the opulently cold room in warmth. From the bathroom, running water ceased abruptly; a tall man emerged, clad only in a loosely tied bath towel.
Breathtakingly handsome, his chiseled features were a masterpiece of precision, his smooth skin glowing with a healthy bronze hue under the lamp. His slender yet robust frame exuded unyielding firmness, and his jet-black eyes were bottomless, like a mysterious void capable of ensnaring one's soul. His high nose bespoke arrogant confidence, and an innate nobility and overwhelming dominance emanated from him.
The unfamiliar scent made Long Qingyue's eyes turn frigid. His sharp gaze pierced the dimness toward the balcony curtains, a faint sardonic curve on his lips. He turned leisurely to the wine cabinet, pouring red wine into an exquisite crystal goblet, its crimson hue glinting alluringly.
He swirled the glass lazily, his posture majestic like a resting cheetah, yet his eyes grew as cold as winter snow. Tilting his head back, he downed the wine in one gulp, slamming the goblet on the bar before striding to the balcony.
With a swish, he pulled back the curtains, revealing a trembling girl huddled in the corner. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cold window. She was intriguing—smarter than the women who threw themselves at him—but in his eyes, she was merely a clown. Women, to him, were just tools for pleasure, not worthy of emotion.
Despite the dim light, he saw her clearly: her eyes were bright as polished ink jade, brimming with innocence and vitality. Her faint, cool fragrance stirred desire in him—a rare allure. He loathed cloying perfumes, but her scent, like misty lotus, captivated him. What a shame, he thought—she was just a prostitute.
"Don't touch me, please…" Mu Nuanxin trembled, her face flushed with fever, lips parted like a gasping fish. Tormented by the potent drug, she could barely resist the pleasure of his touch, clinging to his arms to ease her burning desire.
"Aren't you here to sell yourself?" His eyes blazed with anger. With a violent yank, he tore her dress apart. Hypocrite—he despised women who feigned innocence while selling their bodies. Yet he kissed her,破例—something he never did, for he had a洁癖 about lips. Her taste was intoxicating, a fatal allure he couldn't resist.
Mu Nuanxin, helpless against the drug, clung to him, her青涩 response fueled by the drug's fire, igniting his desire completely. "You're an enchanting little seductress," he murmured, kissing her again.
They tumbled onto the luxurious bed, their bodies entangled. His cold frame was the perfect antidote to her fever, her helpless gaze spurring his passion. His self-control crumbled; he grabbed her waist, thrusting into her. Mu Nuanxin cried out in pain, biting his shoulder, tears streaming as the drug's grip eased.
His movements were wild and brutal; she endured, her body aching as if split in two. Gasps, whimpers, and moans filled the room, thick with heat.
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In the corridor, Lord Jue leaned against the wall, twirling a glinting dagger. A beautiful girl ran over anxiously: "I was ordered to accompany Young Master Yue, but I'm late due to an emergency…"
Lord Jue frowned, striding to the room. The bodyguards bowed; he slipped inside, only to see a chaotic scene of passion. Even his cold heart flushed slightly—he retreated quickly. It was a night of unbridled chaos.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains. Long Qingyue slept contentedly, but Mu Nuanxin woke in agony, her body covered in bruises. Fragments of the night flooded her mind: the drug, the escape, the man. She fled, grabbing his clothes to cover herself.
Sneaking past the bodyguards, she nearly collided with someone. "I'm sorry!" She looked up to see a cold, striking face. "Who are you, and what do you want with Young Master Yue?" Yun Jue demanded, his eyes icy.
Mu Nuanxin stumbled back, wincing as her wound throbbed. "I'm not a bad person… I wandered in by mistake. Let me leave!" She bit her lip, holding back tears—she was the victim, yet he accused her.
"Who sent you?" Yun Jue's gaze turned menacing. He grabbed her, slamming her against the wall. Drawing a dagger, he pressed its tip to her chest. "No one sent me! What will it take to make you believe me?" she cried, slamming her chest against the blade.
Yun Jue was stunned—this eighteen-year-old was fiercely resolute. As the blade pierced her chest, his iron heart flickered. "Is this enough?" she gasped, pushing him away and fleeing, clutching her bleeding chest. Yun Jue watched, his fingers tightening around the dagger.
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Inside the suite, Long Qingyue opened his eyes, rolling over to reveal his sculpted chest, a satiated smile on his face. The woman had been like a poppy—intoxicating, irresistible. Ten years… ten long years.
His eyes fell on the dried crimson stain on the sheets, a sardonic smile tugging his lips. Her passion last night had been anything but a virgin's. A knock came; Yun Jue entered: "Young Master, the woman from last night…"
"I know," Long Qingyue cut him off, smoking a cigarette, his eyes hazy. "Miss Dong'er called—tell her I'll call back." He turned sharp: "How's the cruise preparation? No mistakes—these guests are crucial."
"Nearly complete, Young Master. Our best men are on security—no errors." "Nothing is absolute," Long Qingyue said, crushing his cigarette. "No one wins until the end." The girl's stubborn face flickered in his mind.
A memory echoed: a young girl, seven years his junior, saying, "Nothing is absolute. Even with all the cards, your opponent can turn the tide."
"I'm sorry, Young Master," Yun Jue bowed. "Leave." Long Qingyue picked up the phone, his eyes softening as he dialed a number.
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Mu Nuanxin rushed home, her chest wound hastily tended—shallow, despite the blood. She'd bought new clothes with Tang Tian, so she could hide her ordeal. Entering, she found the house ransacked.
"Sister! Daddy was taken away!" Mu Qiqi threw herself into her arms, sobbing. Mu Nuanxin ignored her own pain, comforting her sister before turning to her weeping mother: "Mom, what happened?"
"Those men said your father embezzled money—they took him without listening!" Yang Peijie clung to her. Mu Nuanxin's heart sank—they accused her father of embezzling a billion yuan. Her honest father would never do this. Despair mingled with a fierce resolve to clear his name.