In the Yemei Bar, colorful neon lights were flashing. In the dark corner, Mu Xingran was holding a glass of whiskey and drinking it in big gulps.

　　He recalled his stepmother's words in the day. "It's true that the young master of the Li family is a fool, but there's a benefit in being a fool. You won't be bullied if you marry him, and you'll be in charge of the household. The Li family is big and wealthy, and Li Chen is not just one of the many heirs. You'll be the Young Mistress of the Li family from now on. You'll be rich and well-off, and you'll never be able to enjoy the rest of the life."

　　At that time, Mu Xinghong retorted with a few words, "You don't care about your marriage! If that doesn't work, don't you have Mu Wanqing as your good sister?"

　　Because of this, she had a fierce quarrel with her family. Because of this, her biological father gave her a hard slap and said that she had to marry, otherwise, her mother's medical expenses would be cut off.

　　An accident happened. Mu Xinghong's mother became a vegetative patient. Less than half a month later, her father told her that he and her mother had already divorced a month ago. Then, she couldn't wait to marry the mistress.

　　Divorce and then marriage. All of this seemed to be unreasonable. It was ridiculous that the other party also brought a half-sister, who was only one year younger than her, with her.

　　This also meant that his father had cheated a long time ago.

　　Mu Xingran stared at the wine in the glass with a sorrowful look. His beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of bright tears.

　　She hated him so much.

　　However, despite her hatred towards Lin Mengya, she had to marry for her mother's sake.

　　She had just graduated from college and couldn't afford such a large amount of medical expenses.

　　Not to mention that her mother was sleeping for such a long time, and who knew when she would wake up... perhaps one year, two years, or even longer.

　　Mu Xingran knew that she had to accept her fate, but the rebelliousness in her bones made her still feel unreconciled.

　　When she thought of how her father had married her off to the Li family's fools out of interest, she couldn't help but be so angry that she wanted to do something outrageous to get revenge...

　　Thinking of this, Mu Xinghong couldn't help but stumble to her feet. She had only taken a few steps when she bumped into a drunk man.

　　The man was about 40 years old, with a sneaky face and rat-like eyes. When he was suddenly hit, he said unhappily, "How did you walk? Don't you have eyes?"

　　Mu Xingran looked a little absent-minded and said, "Who told you to stand in the middle of the road? Get out of my way. Don't stop me from looking for a man."

　　"Looking for a man?"

　　Hearing that, the man took a second look at Mu Xingran.

　　When he saw that it was actually a beautiful little girl, his eyes immediately lit up and said, "Hey hey, don't look for her. There is a man in front of you. Let's go, I will take you to play with some stimulation."

　　"You dare to come out and flirt with girls with such a look. Sorry, I have a very high taste. I don't have such a bad taste."

　　Although Mu Xingran was drunk, it was not an incomplete piece. He sneered disdainfully and was about to leave.

　　The man grabbed her hand and said maliciously, "That's not up to you. I'll fall in love with you tonight. Come with me obediently."

　　Mu Xingran felt disgusted and struggled to say, "Let me go..."

　　But the wretched man was so strong that she couldn't get rid of him. She was dragged out of the room without control.

　　Mu Xingran's heart sank and he hurriedly called for help, "Help, help..."

　　Unexpectedly, as the voice just fell, a hand came out of nowhere and squeezed his wrist.

　　The wretched man exclaimed and turned his head.

　　He didn't know when there was a man standing behind him.

　　He looked like he was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was wearing a custom-made black suit. He had a slender and straight figure, and his facial features were exquisite as if carved. However, he had an extremely lack of expression and his expression was cold and solemn. He looked like a king standing between heaven and earth. It was awe-inspiring.