"Mr. Mo, I've brought the water you requested."
At the WenHua Hotel's VIP ward, Bai Zhiyan carried a glass of water into the room. She had intentionally added a "special ingredient" to the water. Once the man took a sip, he would lose his self-control.
Mo Qinhao didn't expect anyone to dare to play tricks under his nose, so he drank the water without any suspicion.
After drinking, he felt as though there was a raging fire in his abdomen that was completely out of control.
At the height of his discomfort, the woman who delivered the water actively took off her coat and, wearing only an ultra-short skirt, pounced onto his chest.
"Mr. Mo, do you feel unwell?"
Her soft hand stroked the side of his waste: "Don't suppress it, love me please..."
Being normally indifferent to women, he instantly lost his proud self-control.
He leaned down, and kissed the woman's lips awkwardly yet passionately.
The woman in his arms also actively responded.
She even placed her soft and delicate legs around his waist, seemingly to extend a silent invitation.
He could no longer suppress his desires, tore the woman's skirt apart, and released his most primitive craving.
After a night, Bai Zhiyan woke up from her sleep. Seeing the man sleeping beside her, she felt somewhat dazed.
The messy sheets on the bed, the clothes scattered on the floor, and the soreness in her waist were silent testimonies of all that had happened the night before.
She endured the discomfort in her body, went to the bathroom to clean herself up, and then put on the clothes from the previous night.
Afterward, she calmly took out a cigarette from Mo Qinghao's pocket and lit it for herself. Amidst the strong tobacco scent, she finally sobered up.
Bai Zhiyan looked at the man on the bed, Mo Qinghao, 27 years old. He was the eldest son of the Mo family, the most prominent family in the country. His side profile was sharply sculpted, with dark brow and eyes, stylish and prestigious. He was an untouchable elite.
In the whole of Kyoto, the name, Mo Qinghao, was a symbol of power and status.
Provoking such a man would entail severe consequences.
She had deliberately planned this, to prevent her younger sister, Bai Weiwei, from marrying him. She wanted to cause troubles for the Bai family.
Her principle was - if she's suffering, no one else should expect to live comfortably!
Soon, Mo Qinghao woke up. He glanced indifferently at Bai Zhiyan, who was dressed in a red dress. Naturally, he took out a checkbook and a pen, and asked, “How much do you want?”
Last night was a pleasant experience. He was satisfied with this woman's body, and the hint of red on the bed was extremely pleasing to him.
As long as this woman's requests are not outrageous, he would be happy to oblige.
Within the ten or so minutes waiting for him to wake up, Bai Zhiyan had already thought of dozens of excuses in her mind.
Since Mo Qinghao openly acknowledged the events of last night, she didn't feel the need to hide anymore. She directly extinguished the cigarette in her fingers, giggled, and cooed, “Isn't it crude to talk about money? Master Mo, will you marry me?”
"What did you say?"
Mo Qinghao seemed to have heard a big joke, he laughed mockingly, "Just an alcohol-serving woman, and you're worthy? While I'm still willing to give you money, name a price, but don’t be too greedy."
This woman might have a beautiful and charming face, but her cunning smile was off-putting.
Mo Qinghao was not a fool; he had figured out that Bai Zhiyan had intentionally got him drunk and set him up.
Any other woman would have long since left in embarrassment after such humiliation, but Bai Zhiyan, with her thick-skinned nature, still looked at him with a lingering smile.
After all, ever since her mother was forced to death by Bai Weiwei and her daughter, she had no place to retreat.
Why not risk everything and strive for a way out for herself?
"Mo Qinghao, I secretly recorded what happened last night. Although it was me who initiated it, you forced me multiple times. If the video 'accidently' goes public, I'm afraid it wouldn't be good for the stocks of Mo's Group."
Mo Qinghao furrowed his brows.
He hated being threatened the most, let alone by a woman who deliberately set him up. If he is led by the nose by a grape seller, wouldn't he become a joke?
"Whether you can walk out of here alive is still an unknown! Just a recording, do you really think you can send it out?"
Mo Qinghao has been able to rise to his current position, he's capable of handling any situation. Seeing that this woman is deliberately causing trouble, he simply threw the checkbook aside and lit a cigarette for himself.
"I advise you, don't push your luck."
"There is no such thing as a difficult task in the world. How would I know your bottom line until I try it?"
Bai Zhiyan put on a carefree appearance, moved closer to his ear and said, "Or you can just kill me now. I don't mind adding a joy to the Mo family with my own blood a month before your wedding."
Mo Qinghao stared at her smiling face, reached out his hand, and fiercely grabbed her neck.
Bai Zhiyan just laughed, even when being strangled, she didn't resist at all.
The two of them stared at each other, neither willing to give in.