Ji Shiting frowned and hung up the phone. At this moment, Xiao Qiu called.
He picked it up and said, âWhereâs Shengge?â
âSir, Madam... is missing!â Xiao Qiu sounded anxious and guilty.
The man clenched his fist, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.
...
Ye Shengge still felt dizzy when she woke up.
She struggled to sit up, only to find herself in a luxurious palace-like room. Every corner of the room was decorated with roses. She was lying on a soft bed, and there were many delicate roses beside her.
She recalled the scene before she fainted, and her heart sank. She immediately checked her clothes and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that she was fully dressed.
She tried to get out of bed, but she couldnât muster any strength.
She then felt a strange warmth in her body.
She gripped the bed sheets tightly.
âYouâre awake?â The man sounded elegant.
Ye Shengge looked at the source of the voice and gritted her teeth. âXiao Ruilang, what are you going to do? Whereâs Tianyi?â
The man had changed into a dark blue robe, and his exquisite facial features looked gentler and more seductive. He was holding a wine glass, and his lips were stained with alcohol.
He smiled and walked toward her.
Ye Shengge leaned back.
âMr. Shang? Oh, donât worry about him. Iâve asked someone to send him home.â Xiao Ruilang walked closer to her and looked at her right cheek. âYour birthmark is shrinking. Let me guess... Is this because of Ji Shiting?â
âGet... out!â Ye Shengge struggled to say, and her face was covered in sweat.
As the man walked closer, the heat in her body intensified, swallowing her mind.
The man seemed to notice her struggle, and his smile became more relaxed and confident.
He walked to her, stroked her face, and stroked the birthmark on her right cheek.
âUnfortunately, itâs been so long. Why hasnât it completely disappeared? Is Ji Shiting unwilling to help you? Itâs alright. I can help you.â
Ye Shengge avoided his fingers and took deep breaths, trying to stay awake.
âYou canât help me,â Ye Shengge said, but her voice was hoarse. âLet me go, Xiao Ruilang.â
âReally? How do you know if you donât try?â He chuckled, put his wine glass aside and leaned over.
He looked intoxicated, as if he was sniffing something.
Ye Shenggeâs hair stood on end. She tried to move back, but the drug seemed to be getting more intense as the man walked closer.
âXiao Ruilang, you can have any woman you want...â She said, trying to suppress the heat in her body.â Iâm Ji Shitingâs woman... Please let me go...â
âBecause youâre his woman,â Xiao Ruilang said as he stroked her chin.
Ye Shengge was shocked. She suddenly said, âLittle Zheng is your son, isnât he? You were the one who seduced Ling Yutong and made her think it was Ji Shiting?â