Boom! Boom! With thunderous crashes and streaks of lightning tearing through the black night curtain, fat raindrops continuously battered the wide streets. Everywhere was deafening, a chill permeating the atmosphere.

In the dim room, not a sliver of light pierced the gloom. The seductive purple floor-length curtains were drawn, revealing no gaps. In the center of the room, a man and woman were intimately entwined on a European-style bed, giving off heart-thumping sounds.

Qiao Yile felt dazed and weak, as though caught in surging waves. A fire burned in her heart, her discomfort making her cry out, further enticing the man on top of her.

She didn't know how much time had passed. When she regained consciousness, her limbs felt sore and weak. Her entire body was aching as if she had been thoroughly trampled, not an inch left untouched. When she realized what had happened, her heart and her entire being went rigid...

"Yile," a flash of Mu Qian's words echoed in her mind, "I won't force you. I will wait for you till our wedding night. Then, you will be completely mine."

If he knew about her... how would he view her? Would he feel disgusted, hateful, loathsome?

No, no! Why was she here? Why did this happen?

Something was wrong with that glass of water!

She never thought the day would come when her biological father would throw her into danger. Why would he do such a thing? Was there no place for her in the Qiao family home?

After the sadness and injustice had passed, only anger remained, regardless of the man on the bed behind her. She bit down hard and got off the bed. The room bristled with the scent of their tryst, stimulating her every nerve. If she didn't leave, she would go mad!

However, just as she finished dressing and was ready to leave, a strong arm suddenly reached out and pulled her back.

A low, frosty voice echoed in the dark room accompanied by chills, "What benefits did the Tang family give you?"

Her heart had already plummeted to the abyss, and now, the man who had taken advantage of her spewed baffling words. The lingering pain of being betrayed by her own father reignited her rage immediately.

"You're sick! What Tang family? I have no clue! Let go of me!" She struggled and argued, but his strength was too great for her to escape.

"I have a boyfriend. You've taken advantage of me for no reason. It’s already quite generous of me not to accuse you of rape!" Exasperated, Qiao Yile continued to struggle and shout.

The man half-lying on the bed abruptly sat up, rotating his wrist inward, and she squeaked as she collided with his stiffly erect chest, bare skin touching.

Shock seized Qiao Yile, she struggled to sit up but was held in the man's embrace, his large hand with distinctive joints tracing on her face in the darkness which left her unable to see his face.

The man's forefinger stalled on her chin, his cold eyes quickly glancing at a hint of red on the bedsheet; he chuckled lightly: "A virgin with a boyfriend?"

She froze. She had been in a relationship with Mu Qian for several years, and he never touched her. It was a respect for her, not forcing her.

"You receive money for doing things for people, you're no different from a prostitute. And you dare to call the police?" His voice was frosty, his tone authoritative, his demeanor arrogant.

The man was like a king, whereas she was as insignificant as a humble ant, her pride scattered on the floor. Qiao Yile's fists clenched from the agitation, shaking all over.

Seeing her in such a state, the man's eyes got colder, "If you were sent by the Tang family, then letting you off like this would indeed be too lenient."

Right as he spoke, his hold around Qiao Yile tightened abruptly, his strong, muscular body pushing her down. Qiao Yile's heartbeat lodged in her throat, losing her first time because of the drugged water. This time she was thoroughly awakened, she couldn't let him take advantage of her again!

Qiao Yile pursed her lips tightly, her hands suddenly groping towards the bedside table, where she found an ashtray! As the man was leaning over to kiss her neck, she abruptly raised her hand, aiming a harsh blow towards his head.

The man's movements stopped, and she drew in a tense breath. If it didn't work, she was the one who would die. He would torment her to death!

"Damn woman." A chilling voice escaped from his thin lips, his eyes gleaming in the darkness, emitting a desolate light.

As his hand was about to rise, Qiao Yile closed her eyes out of fear. But, just when she thought something would happen, suddenly it was all quiet.

She opened her eyes to find the man had passed out on top of her. It worked! Without thinking further, she immediately pushed the man away. Too panicked to turn on the light for a good look at his face, she rushed out in a frenzy.