The highest people's court of M City, a civil case is ongoing.

The judge slammed his gavel and declared: "Defendant Zhuang Suwei, for the suspected crime of rape, is hereby sentenced to four years in prison!"

Strong. Criminal?

This is probably the funniest thing that's ever happened to me.

Zhuang Suwei was sentenced and taken away. Her friend Ji Mianmian rushed from the jury to her side and shouted, "Suwei, Suwei, my aunt was beaten all over by that scoundrel Zhuang Guandao. When she was sent to the hospital, the doctor said her head injury was severe and directly led to death... My aunt is gone!"

My aunt passed away!

Pale and lifeless, he closed his eyes. His ears still echoed with Ji Mianmian's heart-wrenching cries, as well as the news that told Jiang Li about her mother's current prosperity. Not only had she taken over the eldest daughter's position, but she had also exchanged all of her mother's remaining assets for jewels.

I can't hear anything anymore, the whole world seems to have gone silent all at once.

"Prison of Sin, these four characters couldn't describe the current situation better."

Eight months later, Zhuang Suwei gave birth to a boy in prison. The law allowed the child to have the right to a normal life, and the client entrusted the child to her friend Ji Mianmian for upbringing.

……

The warden's corridor, black leather boots tread on the cold stone floor, making a sound of utmost arrogance.

Huo Sichan's tall and slender frame stood at a full one meter ninety-two. His facial features were sharp and handsome, with a well-defined jawline. That thin face was always filled with a chilling coldness, "Have you not yet produced what I want from your mouth?"

"This, Mr. Huo, that person wouldn't say anything…"

" Huo Sichan coldly narrowed his eyes and strode forward!

The warden and his men followed him, fawning over him like lapdogs, calling him "Mr. Huo" with every word.

Upon reaching Zhuang Suwei's cell, Huo Sichan stopped. The jailer quickly and astutely opened the prison cell.

The moment the chains were unlocked, Huo Sihan strode in with a cold gaze.

It is now the prisoners' lunch break. Zhuang Suwei closes her eyes, curled up on the iron cot, every finger trembling violently...

Huo Sichan strode forward, bent down, narrowed his sharp and cold eyes, and grabbed her chin.

Zhuang Suwei, having exerted that much force, frowned and shook her head. As soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was an enlarged version of a handsome face!

He stood tall and proud, sculpted with an air of aristocratic refinement.

His face suddenly turned pale. It was him...

"Where's the U drive?" A man's low voice, dignified and arrogant, fell onto her head from above.

Chuang Suwei ran away like a frightened deer, pushing him away with reddened eyes: “You bastard, if it weren’t for you, my mother wouldn’t have died! Get out, get out, get out…”

Panic surged up, glaring at him with fury, striking him with her hands!

The warden was extremely worried, "Mr. Ho, Mr. Ho, be careful this madman might hurt you..."

" Huo Sichan's tall figure stood there, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of ice. He glared coldly, "I ask you again, where did you hide my things?"

"Your things?" Zhuang Suwei feigned ignorance, then suddenly puffed out her cheeks and spat directly at him, plop!

He took a step back, his brow furrowed with disgust. He glanced down and saw a glistening sheen on his suit...

Joanne Hsu pulled at the corner of her lips, laughing wildly, "Is this it? Haha, you deserve it. I'm telling you, bastard, I won't let you off the hook, I absolutely won't let you off the hook!"

Those clear eyes were swept with a flush of red, stubbornly provoking pity.

The warden, startled, hurriedly took out a napkin to give to Huo Sihan's suit. However, Huo Sihan didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, he stepped forward, his rough palm seeming deliberately, to stroke her cheek!

"Don't you dare let me go?" He sneered, tossing a final barb. "That is, if you can even manage to get out of this."

Chuang Suwei gazed into his eyes, as dark as night, her heart aching with pain.

Huo Sihan narrowed his deep eyes, his big palm moved, and finally landed on her face. He said seriously: "After all, we slept together once, you didn't mind me getting your face so dirty..."

He paused deliberately, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Why should I care now that you spit in my face?"

"...."

Wearing a black gemstone ring on his thumb, he deliberately acted lowly and rubbed against her.

He immediately let go, turned, and strode away, the whole act flowing smoothly, like a cold venomous snake without any hesitation.

The iron gate of the cell slammed shut again, as if no one had ever been here before.

Only Zhuang Suwei was left, lost in thought.

Oh, pain.

Who is this man...?

……

Four years ago —

A stormy night, Yun Shang Island Hotel.

In the European palace style King size, Zhuang Suwei hoarsely opened her throat: "Pain, so much pain... Don't..."

Darkness fell like ash, with no light to pierce it. A man's fiery strength surged again and again in an assault of passion.

At this moment, Zhuang Suwei's brain was filled with nothing but pain. She was unaware of anything else.

My fingers unconsciously clutched the sheets.

The man towered over her, his strong hand gripping her delicate shoulder with an undeniable force. His other hand slowly moved towards…

A listless atmosphere permeated the entire air.

He leaned in, his voice a dangerously low murmur against her ear, "Pain? You dared to drug my wine and now you complain of pain? It's too late."

Even while doing unspeakable things, his voice remained undisturbed.

It was like he was calmly and solemnly writing an official document.

Similarly, in other words, he is Huo Sihan.

Everyone knows he has OCD, his biggest rule is never to litter.

But this fearless person actually did it!

You really are asking for death.

"No...no...it wasn't me..." She shook her head desperately, tears welling up in her eyes, but it wasn't out of grievance, but from the pain, which was simply unbearable. She waved her hands wildly: "Get away! Get out!"

What's up?

Yet he rolled away.

There was certainly a part of him that was driven by the medication, but when it came to controlling himself, Huo Sihan was perfectly clear-headed. He knew exactly what he felt for this person; it was like a newly discovered drug, intoxicating him completely.

This sentence, in exchange, is a more violent storm of men!

This afternoon, I received a call from my best friend Xia Na'er. Her sweet voice filled with joy, "Vivi, happy birthday! I had someone prepare a gift for you early on. It's at Cloud Island Hotel, room 887. Can you pick it up this evening? The gift is very precious, but it comes from the heart!"

"Really? Thank you, Nailer!"

Agreed to go to the hotel with Xia Nari to pick up a gift, but who would have thought that after entering the room number mentioned, I was directly forced by the current man...

His eyes were vacant, he gritted his teeth and endured until it ended. What on earth was going on?

Hum—

The phone on the bedside table vibrated. Zhuang Suwei turned her head slightly, and a clear and visible text message entered her line of sight.

Weiwei, since the gift has arrived, I forgot to tell you, you should know that your family recently gained a stepsister, right? That stepsister is me, Joanna.

"...

Joan—Nancy.

...house...

Zhuang Suwei glared fiercely, but then she thought of what her mother had said a month ago——

Vivi, right now we have no standing in the Zhuang family. I hope you can get along with your new sister and live peacefully. Mom doesn't want to suffer any hardship, but you still need to survive in this house. Promise me, be more tolerant, okay?

Mother Wen Zhen had been married to her husband for twenty years. Later, she discovered that he had been cheating on her for twenty years and even had an illegitimate child who was only one year younger than Zhuang Suwei.

That is to say, Zhuang Suwei is eighteen years old, and the other party is seventeen.

This year of eighteen, everything fell apart. My father stopped hiding it and prepared to openly bring that pair of mothers into our family home. An additional half-sister, and a stepmother joined us.

Just… why is this person, the best girlfriend, Chanel?

How could this be...

Before he could even think, the man's hot hand clamped onto his neck. His eyes narrowed, those obsidian eyes radiating malice. He hated it when people weren't paying attention to him: "Human, no matter what you are, for the rest of your life, your life will be utterly miserable!"

Throw this sentence down.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely!

Jeanne was like a small boat adrift on the sea, light and airy, without any weight or strength. But after that, even if she suffered, there was nothing more she could do.

Day and night, I don't know how long time has passed...

Zhuang Suwei opened her faint eyes and woke up again. The entire classic-style sea view suite was empty.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the large windows, falling on fair skin. Every inch of her arms was covered with mottled love bites and the lingering heat of desire.

I looked around, that man... was he gone?

Zhuang Suwei sniffled, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She got up, her movements stiff with pain.

With a cold snort, Xia Na'er thought to herself, the welcome gift she had prepared for this meeting was indeed quite impressive.

Picking up the garment from the chair, she draped it over her slender frame. In a floor mirror, she saw the reflection of her back and arms; her shoulder blades rising and falling with each breath, thin wings fluttering slightly – almost frighteningly so. In other words, she was close to being skeletal…

He was stunned for a moment, how long had it been since he last ate a proper meal?

Joan's life was miserable, even worse than the maids'. As the daughter of a wealthy family, she barely had enough to eat, and whenever Joan got angry, he would often beat her.

Many times, Chung Kuen Tat also physically assaulted his mother.

Jeanne has always known that her stepmother was Jiang Li, but she never expected the child hidden in the room next door to be Jiang Li's son!

Chanel, how good are you at disguising yourself?

Haven't you gotten tired of hiding here for so long?

Her eyes moved away from the mirror and swept around the room, finally settling on a gift box-like object nestled in the layers of an expensive business black leather sofa. It must be the present 'Zhuang' Na'er had prepared on the surface, right?

Joanne Su Wei walked over, a hint of irony in her smile as she picked it up. She grabbed the bag, decisively and efficiently, then left the suite.

The villa, a white building in the style of a countryside cottage, was the favorite decor of Wen Zhen, Su Wei's biological mother, in her younger years.

Maybe Mom thinks that because the house is still here, Dad must still care.

Zhuang Suwei walked into the villa. In the hall, Jiang Li held a bag of various sizes, containing all sorts of men's ties, and was trying them on for Zhuang Guandao one by one: "This one is also very handsome. When I bought it, people said this deep blue was very suitable... Ah, Suwei is back?"

John glanced at him, took his tie and sat on the sofa, as always, with great distaste.