“Pain…”

Ming Shu woke up from her coma, the first thing she felt was pain.

My whole body hurts.

When I opened my eyes, I realized my hands and feet were tied.

Eyes, blurry from awakening from a coma, suddenly widened. Consciousness returned in an instant.

Kidnapped!

While having drinks with guests at the hotel, I came out of the restroom and was hit on the head, knocking me unconscious.

Who is it?

What do you want to do?

Ming Shu's heart pounded with panic, she struggled with all her might, but the ropes binding her hands and feet remained unmoved.

The sound of a door opening, and a middle-aged fat man with a bald head and a beer belly came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.

When Min Shu woke up, he smiled and walked to the bedside. Min Shu's little face.

“Let me go, don't touch me!” Ming Shu frowned in disgust, dodging his hand and struggling.

"Baby, don't worry, let Grandpa spoil you!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Get away from me!" Ming Shu desperately dodged the unwanted fingers that kept touching her, struggling and shouting for help.

With a ripping sound, the tunic was torn apart, and the man's eyes gleamed even brighter.

"Get away from me!" Ming Shu's struggling limbs were cut by the rope, her eyes glared at the approaching hand, and her desperate cry was like a mourning dove.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

The man only had time to look back once before he was grabbed by the hair and thrown out.

He was tossed to the ground, only just realizing he'd been trampled. His toes were crushed underfoot, and a howl of pain escaped him as he collapsed, unconscious in an instant. There wasn't a sound from him after that.

Ye Qihang gave the man who had fainted a disgusted look and walked back to the bedside.

Ming Shu finally wrested the ropes from her hands, the price being wrists blurred with friction.

Her clothes were torn to shreds. Ming Shu pulled the sheets over herself, raising her eyes to meet Ye Qihan's gaze. She trembled slightly, but in Ye Qihan's eyes, she saw a bone-chilling hatred.

Ye Qihang looked at Ming Shu's stubborn expression and took out a bank card. "The hospital said that without one million, they will throw Ming Han onto the streets tomorrow."

Mingshu glared at him, her jaw clenched tight, trembling even more violently.

Ye Qihan threw the bank card to Ming Shu's hand, "There's one million inside. Spend the night with me, and it's yours."

Ming Shu chuckled softly.

Ye Qihan.

My dearest brother Ye Qihan.

The orphaned street child of yesterday, the richest man in Jincheng today, Ye Qihan.

A burning hatred filled her heart, wishing she could cut Ye Qihan a thousand times and ten thousand times. Yet, she forced a low chuckle out of her lips.

With long hair cascading down her ears, eyes flickering with emotion, every gesture she made was captivating and alluring. "Well met, Ye Ye," she purred.

Ye Qihang's brow furrowed, then he regretted that his foot had just been too light.

Ming Shu got out of bed, wrapped in a sheet, and knelt on the bed. Her white finger traced Ye Qihan's handsome face, her eyes were alluring, "Ye Ye, Ming Shu asks you to wait a moment, I have to take a bath first, so that I won't defile you, okay?"

Ye Qihang frowned slightly, looking at Ming Shu.

Such a graceful and beautiful woman, he found her incredibly unfamiliar.

He grew up with Ming Shu, and in his memory, Ming Shu was clean, pure, and bright.

But at this moment, the Ming Shu before his eyes, her face was still that stunningly beautiful one, but deep down, there was a seductive gleam in her eyes, like a captivating demon.

Thinking of that man just now, after seeing such a beautiful woman, he suddenly had the urge to gouge out that man's eyeballs.

Ming Shu got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, Ming Shu walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a clean white bath towel.

Ye Qihan watched as he approached step by step, his head rolling down.

Ming Shu walked up to him, holding a towel in one hand and placing the other on Ye Qi Han's shoulder. She pressed down on his shoulder, pushing him to sit on the bed. Her eyes flickered, a playful smile on her lips, "Ye... Shu Shu attends to you!"

His sweet voice, the greasy Ye Qihan's heart and hair.

Once upon a time, they…held hands countless times.

Ye Qihan seemed to have been struck by a spark, his hand suddenly tightening around Ming Shu's waist, as if he wanted to throw her onto the bed.

"No!" Ming Shu's sweet voice suddenly turned cold and sharp.

Sharp, frigid glass pressed against Ye Qihan's carotid artery.

Mingshu still smiled enchantingly, but her eyes no longer held allure, only the bone-deep hatred.

Sharp shards of glass pressed against Ye Qihan's carotid artery. Ming Shu slowly sat up straight, looking into Ye Qihan's eyes, her voice icy and mocking, "Want to sleep with me? Hmph, no one deserves you!"

Ye Qikan glanced at the shard of glass pressing against his carotid artery, then turned to Ming Shu, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Want to try?" Ming Shu tightened her grip, shards of glass piercing Ye Qi Han's skin. Crimson blood trickled down his neck, drop by drop.

There are some belonging to Ye Qihan, and some belonging to Ming Shu.

The glass shards came from a small mirror that Ming Shu had broken in the bathroom. They were irregularly shaped.

Clutching the shards of glass, irregular and sharp, they tore into Ye Qihan's neck and cut Ming Shu's fingers.

Ye Qihan turned his head, looking at the blood dripping constantly. His eyes dimmed, and his heart ached.

He could ignore the blood trickling down his own neck, but he couldn't ignore Ming Shu's cut finger.

Ye Qihan's gaze followed Ming Shu's crimson-stained fingers, landing on her stubbornly pursed lips. He smiled faintly, "Alright, this time I concede to you. You may leave."

From childhood to adulthood, he was too clear about his stubbornness.

It's better to be a shattered jewel than an intact tile.

To have such a divine beauty, to truly dare to die.

And he, dared not let death.

Ming Shu chuckled softly, pressing the shards of glass against Ye Qihan's neck. "It would be troublesome for Ye to ask someone to buy clothes and send them to Ming Shu. Although Ming Shu is in a sorry state now, she still needs to maintain some shame, don't you agree, Ye?"