Lin Yixun had many dreams. She dreamt of being locked in a cold cell with no lights, no bed, not even a blanket to keep her warm.
She pounded the cold iron door with all her might, shouting desperately, but outside the hallway was pitch black and empty, not a single shadow in sight.
Suddenly, a bright light shone in front of her, piercing her eyes so she couldn’t open them. When she finally focused, she saw two people standing outside the iron door—Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying.
Cheng Ying nestled like a bird in Leng Yixiu’s arms, her face adorned with delicate makeup, wearing a victorious smile as if to say: Lin Yixun, you can’t defeat me. Look, the man you love, everything you have, will all be mine.
And the man holding Cheng Ying tightly, looked down at her like a king, his gaze cold and arrogant, as if she were not a person, but an ant, beneath his feet.
"Get out, all of you!"
Lin Yixun shouted at them, but was met with the cold laughter of Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying. "Lin Yixun, you’re destined to live in the mire for the rest of your life."
Amidst the arrogant laughter of the man and woman, the surroundings suddenly changed, transforming into a presidential suite in an instant.
The scene before her was so familiar that she instinctively wanted to escape. Yet, before she could reach the suite door, a large hand grabbed her collar and yanked her back forcefully.
As the room spun around, she was thrown onto the bed, followed by a man’s rigid chest. A cold, unfeeling voice resonated from above.
"Lin Yixun, aren’t you here to sell yourself? Fine, as long as you serve me well tonight, I’ll give you however much you want!"
Lin Yixun stared at the cold face before her, her heart sinking into an icy abyss. She pushed against him with all her strength, but couldn’t budge him an inch.
The difference in strength between them was too vast; in a flash, she was stripped clean. She opened her mouth to call for help, only to find, to her despair, that she couldn’t make a single sound.
She watched helplessly as the man’s face came closer, little by little, engulfing her, making it hard for her to breathe.
But she was unwilling, not willing at all. Even if the odds were against her, she wanted to make the man pay the price.
"Ah!" A pained scream suddenly echoed through the large master bedroom.
Ouyang Hao jolted awake from his sleep. Lowering his gaze, he quickly found the source of his pain. Seeing his arm being tightly gripped by a small hand, the irritation in his heart surged like a thousand wild horses running amok.
"Let go, Lin Yixun!" Ouyang Hao was in such pain that his tone was anything but pleasant.
No matter how much he yelled, the culprit didn’t respond, her fingers still tightly squeezing his arm with a force as if he had wronged her ancestors.
"Will you let go or not?" Ouyang Hao snapped, grabbing her hand, prepared to forcefully pry it open.
To his frustration, despite Lin Yixun’s usually frail appearance, her grip was surprisingly strong. It took him a long while to free his arm from the agony.
Ouyang Hao took a closer look, and sure enough, his arm had a large bruise.
He glanced at Lin Yixun, squinting dangerously. Did this girl hate him so much? Otherwise, why would she use such force on him?
Ha, he had kindly rescued her from the detention center and fussed over her until midnight last night, and instead of thanking him, she turned against him, not even recognizing his kindness.
What’s more frustrating was that this tough piece of wood still hadn’t woken up.
Ouyang Hao stretched out his leg and kicked Lin Yixun’s thigh forcefully, his tone extremely unpleasant, "Lin Yixun, get up!"