"Ouch, that hurts! It's so hard!"

Mo Wanxi, who was asleep, felt extreme discomfort. She turned over and rolled into the man's broad chest.

When Mian suddenly opened his eyes to a figure that clearly didn't belong in his bed, the man’s enlarged handsome face came into view.

Mo Wanxi thought she was dreaming, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch the man's face in front of her.

Then, in a chilling discovery, the man also opened his eyes. Their gazes met, and Mo Wanxi let out a startled cry and bolted away.

He rolled over and discovered it was completely empty. He immediately grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself up, "Who... who are you? How did you get here?"

The man squinted, his gaze falling on Mo Wanxi's collarbone. His eyes darkened, and his voice was low, "Your savior!"

Rescuer? Mo Wanxi was stunned, staring at the handsome man to the extreme on the bed. The venomous voice of her best friend Weiwei before she lost consciousness last night flashed in her mind.

"Mo Wanxi, I just put the strongest spring medicine in the tea. As a friend, I'm giving you a young and beautiful male companion to use. Just show me pictures of you being played by a man, and Bohao will break up with you. That way, I can be with him openly!"

So this handsome man is the gigolo that Meng Weiwei hired? So they really had a fling last night with this gigolo?

Mo Wanxi's face turned pale with anger, and she grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at the man. "Rapist! You wait, I will make sure you rot in jail!"

Facing Mo Wanxi's angry expression, the man calmly caught the pillow thrown at him, without a hint of fear. "Last night, it was you who hugged me first, and you were the one who came on to me all the way through. Do you think the police would believe your story?"

"You..." Mo Wanxi bit her lip, trembling with anger.

Although very angry, Mo Wanxi did not lose her composure.

The man is right, we can't call the police. Last night I fell for Meng Weiwei's trap and was unconscious. I didn't resist at all throughout the entire process, and I might even have been the one hugging the man begging for him. The police wouldn't believe our story.

But if we don't report it, are we just going to let this man ruin his own reputation for nothing? He is the king of the brothel! This is incredibly dirty.

The first time was actually a duck king, Mo Wanxi really couldn't handle it.

Looking at Mo Wanxi's face full of despair, the man felt a strange sense of pity for her.

Looking at the bright red marks on the bed, his voice softened by a third, "Although you were in charge last night, if you'd like, I can take responsibility for you!"

Responsible? Make a duck king responsible for himself? Isn't that a huge joke?

Anger surged through Mo Wanxi once again, her finger uncontrollably pointing at the man as she roared, "Get out! You fucking get out right now! Or I'll kill you!"

Looking at the hysterical Mo Wanxi, the man got up from bed. He casually picked up his clothes and put them on, not a hint of panic or fear in him.

After putting on the clothes, the man turned his head and took out a business card from his pocket to give it to Mo Wanxi. "If you change your mind, you can find me. I keep my word..."

Mo Wanxi tore the card apart without even looking at it, "Get out!"

The man took one last, lingering look at Mo Wanxi before turning and leaving.

Closing the door, he heard Mo Wanxi's mournful sobs coming from inside the room. The man paused for a moment, shook his head, and strode across the corridor.

As the man appeared, two men resembling bodyguards silently emerged from one end of the corridor and respectfully greeted him: "Seven!"

The man's face regained the cold, superior air of a ruler. "Check the files and report back immediately!"

"Yes!"