Night fell.

The banquet in the main house was over, and the guests dispersed one after another. Soon, the large manor was restored to its usual quietness.

Mo Wei wore a red bride's wedding dress and stood in the brightly lit ancestral hall. Looking at the photos of the Mu family's ancestors, she felt that she could not take a step forward. Perhaps, this was a guilty conscience.

She curled her lips in a self-mocking way.

She picked up the incense stick beside her and lit it and inserted it into the incense burner in front of Mu Qi's memorial tablet. She put her palms together devoutly and kowtowed three times. Then, she knelt on the futon and closed her eyes slowly. Today was her and Mu Qi's wedding night. She should accompany him here.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling, but her knees were already numb. Suddenly, she heard a creak. The door of the ancestral temple was opened. She quickly straightened her back and knelt properly.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped behind her. She hesitated whether she should turn back or not. A gust of cold wind blew out the candlelight on the altar, leaving only a few incense sticks flickering in the dark night, and an inexplicable chill rose in her heart.

She was startled by the sudden arrival of darkness. She composed herself and said, "I... I'll light a candle..." Although she did not know who was standing behind her, Mo Wei still felt that she should tell him.

"No need." In the darkness, a strange and cold male voice suddenly sounded. Mo Wei was almost scared again. She suddenly turned around, opened her eyes wide, and gradually got used to the darkness in the room. A tall and straight body stood in front of her.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly in the darkness, but he could clearly see half of a silver mask on his face.

Those who hid their heads and tails must have come with bad intentions.

Mo Wei took a step back and stared at him warily. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what I am doing here." The man's cold voice sounded again. He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed her arm. Then, he pulled her into his arms and firmly imprisoned her.

She turned pale with fright. "What, what are you going to do?"

"I'll f*ck you!" The man pinched her slender waist with one hand and her chin with the other. His cold breath was like a poisonous snake, wandering on her skin, which made her couldn't help but be frightened.

"You, what did you say?" Her voice was trembling.

"Hey, I'm here to help your dead husband get married. Are you happy?" His cold fingers stroked her delicate collarbone, and his movements were extremely ambiguous.

"You b*stard, let go of me!" Mo Wei became angry from embarrassment. She bent her knees and pressed them hard against his lower abdomen.

"Oh, it turns out to be a little wild cat. Interesting." The man sneered and quickly avoided her attack. Then he leaned over to cover her mouth to prevent her from shouting.

He was like an angry lion, violent and overbearing. He bit her as a punishment. She bit her lips tightly and didn't want him to succeed, but she couldn't stop his violent force at all. He fiercely attacked the city.

Her breath was full of the man's domineering aura. He pressed her against the hard floor, with one hand grabbing her arm and fixing it above her head, and the other grabbing her skirt and tearing it hard. The cheongsam, which had been split to the calf, instantly turned into a slit to the thigh.

Mo Wei's entire body shook and her heart was filled with panic. Tears flowed down her face as she struggled frantically. The sound of her crying for help was blocked by him and all of it turned into a buzzing sound. Her free large hand lifted up the hem of her skirt and reached for her leg.

Mo Wei's entire body trembled and her mind went blank. Tears streamed down her cheeks and slid between their teeth. The taste was bitter and he let go of her lips in disgust.

"What are you crying for? A woman like you has no right to cry!"

"Help—Help—"

Mo Wei screamed, but what he got in return was more violent treatment. His cold eyes were full of sarcasm. "Call out, see if anyone will come to save you!"

Yes, no one came to save her. It was late at night, and no one knew what had happened in this closed ancestral temple.

"Let me go! I beg you, let me go!" She was so painful that her whole body was trembling. Afraid of angering him, she did not dare to scream again and kept begging for mercy, hoping that he could find her conscience.

But soon, she knew that she was wrong. This man was not a human being at all. He had no heart! He didn't give her any chance to resist. He rushed in and the tearing pain rushed over. Her eyes went black and she almost fainted.

Feeling the obstacle, his movements paused for a moment, and then he became as fierce as a storm. He sneered evilly and said, "You did a good job of repairing the operation. In order to marry into the Mu family, you really put in a lot of effort!"

"I didn't... I was forced... Did you misunderstand me?" Although she was in so much pain that she couldn't move, she was still clear-headed. She could feel his monstrous hatred for her. As she spoke, she fumbled around on the floor, trying to find something to attack this man. Even if she couldn't save him, she couldn't let him succeed.

"You're so naughty. It seems that I haven't satisfied you yet!" He was so sharp that he grabbed her arm and fixed it on the top of her head. His movements became more and more fierce, which made her dizzy and painful. She couldn't wait to faint.

"I beg you, don't stay here..." Mo Wei was so angry that she had no strength to struggle. Since there was nowhere to run, she would like to be bitten by a dog. However, she didn't want to tarnish the Mu family's ancestral temple and be insulted by this bastard in front of her ancestors. The strong sense of shame made her hate that she couldn't die like this.

"It's very good here. I like it here. Let the ancestors of the Mu family know that you are just a bitch who can do anything you want!" The man's low and cold voice was devoid of affection. He fiercely ran on her body, trampled on her, and bit her. She was like a small boat swaying in the wind and rain, which could be overturned at any time.

"You... beast!" A painful whimper came out of her throat. She couldn't resist his attack in the end, and it was even more difficult for her to resist the humiliation of tearing her heart apart. Everything went black in front of her eyes and she passed out softly.

The man noticed her strange behavior and snorted. He didn't pity her, instead, he became more and more fierce.

At dawn, Mo Wei woke up from the cold. She lay on the cold floor and opened her eyes. She happened to see the photo of Mu Qishen hanging on the wall. She was shocked and wanted to get up. The tearing pain between her legs made her shiver. The memory of being raped last night had been awakened. If it weren't for the pain all over her body reminding her, she would have thought it was a nightmare.

She covered her cheeks with both hands and cried silently.

After crying, she quickly wiped away her tears. She did not forget the current situation. She married into the Mu family because of her atonement, so she did not have time to feel sorry for herself, nor did she have time to think about who the mysterious man was. If she was found out about last night's incident, it would only make the Mu family hate her more and hate her more.

She endured the pain and got up. She quickly tidied up her hair and clothes. Her cheongsam was wrinkled and there were traces of unknown liquid left on the hem of her skirt. She guessed what it was. Her nose twitched and tears fell down again.

There was a pool of blood on the floor. She found a rag and knelt on the ground to wipe it. The blood gradually disappeared. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of pushing the door behind her.

Mo Wei panicked, quickly pressed the rag under the rush cushion, and then knelt down on the rush cushion.

"Eldest Young Madam, Old Madam wants you to clean up and come to the main house to serve tea." The one who came was Xiao Song, the maid who had brought Mo Wei to the ancestral hall yesterday.

Mo Wei lowered her head to check. After making sure that she had covered everything up, she stood up. But just as she stood up, Xiao Song suddenly shouted, "Eldest Young Madam, why is your cheongsam open?"

This cheongsam was originally slit to the calf, but now it was slit to the thigh, revealing Bai Xi's thigh. Fortunately, the man didn't leave any traces on her leg.

Mo Wei blushed and said the words she had already thought of, "The cheongsam is too small. When I knelt down last night, it was too big. If I'm not careful... Xiao Song, it's not good for me to go out like this now. Please help me get a new dress."

Little Song was not suspicious of him. He nodded and said, "Okay, please wait for a moment, First Young Madam."

After she left, Mo Wei immediately took out the rag hidden under the futon and sneaked out. While there was no one around, she stuffed the rag into the trash can in the corridor.

Xiao Song soon came back with a beige trench coat. Mo Wei thanked him and covered herself with the trench coat. Her cold body gradually warmed up.

The Mu family was the largest and most prominent family in C City. The ancestors and grandchildren lived together in the manor of the Mu family.

The manor covered an area of more than 10,000 square meters. The central main house had a history of more than 50 years. More than a dozen luxury villas surrounded the main house. After the young masters and young ladies of each house grew up, they had the right to choose their own courtyards. They could either continue to live with their parents or move out of their own villas.

After reaching adulthood, Mu Qi moved to the quiet garden. The bridal chamber was naturally set in the quiet garden. Mo Wei followed Xiao Song into the beautiful courtyard.

Early in the morning in the quiet garden, it was quiet and comfortable. The dew condensed on the branches and flickered.

In the main bedroom, Mo Wei finished washing up and changed out of the broken big red robe. She stared at the portrait of Mu Qi on the bed. It was the first time that she had looked at her husband seriously.

His inky-black hair covered his forehead in a natural manner. His facial features were distinct, as if they were carved. His clear and jade-like eyes were slightly smiling. His sword-shaped eyebrows slanted into his temples. His nose was tall and his thin lips were pressed into a shallow arc. The lines of his chin were extremely perfect. There was no doubt that he was an extremely handsome man.

Mo Wei looked at his clear and smiling eyes. Her instincts told her that he should be a gentle and clear-minded person. However, it was this kind of person who died young, and it was also because of her.