Jiang Moxi woke up to find an arm still wrapped around her waist and turned back in astonishment.
The man was still lost in his dreams.
In the morning light, his facial features looked like the masterpiece of a top-level sculptor, the mole beneath his gently closed right eye enticing, never ceasing to captivate the beholder.
Yet it was this handsome face, not even a foot away from her, that left Jiang Moxi in a complete daze!
The younger uncle of Fu Yiming?!
She had slept with her fiancé's younger uncle?!
What on earth happened?
All she remembered was that last night, after being dumped by Fu Yiming, she felt suffocated and had two drinks at the bar.
Then some thugs started bothering her, and she had no choice but to hide in a room.
After that, her memory wasn't so clear.
She only vaguely remembered that a man joined her in the dim room.
The man pinned her down with his limbs, his body burning hot as he whispered in her ear.
MD, helping your dead self!
But perhaps the alcohol was to blame, or maybe she just wanted to give Fu Yiming a taste of his own medicine with a cuckold, so under the intoxication, her mind was dreamlike...
But she never imagined that it wasn't a dream!
And this damn man, he was even Fu Yiming's younger uncle, Fu Youhan.
Truly the epitome of a messy situation!
But that's not right—according to the rumors, this puppet-master of the Fu's, who was unmatched in handsomeness, had been paralyzed early in life and relied on a wheelchair to move around, something everyone in Yan City knew.
So why did she feel last night that this man had such powerful legs, causing her agony again and again?
Jiang Moxi rubbed her head painfully from the hangover, her peripheral vision unintentionally sweeping over Fu Youhan's perfect physique.
Just as her gaze moved to the man's thighs, there was a knock on the door, and the man's arm resting on her waist tightened forcefully.
Is this... a sign he's about to wake up?
She immediately grabbed the quilt and covered her head with it.
Thankfully she hid her face in time, as the man quickly got up and slickly put on his clothes.
The assistant Chi Jing froze as soon as he entered, the young man blinking his eyes, unable to believe it.
"Third Young Master, this..."
He never expected to see a female silhouette in Fu Youhan's bed, momentarily at a loss for words.
The man before him, once the dazzling star who had brought the Fu Family to its current peak, was admired as a godlike figure throughout Yan City.
But ever since that car accident years ago, he stopped dealing with Fu Family affairs, only frequented temples, and constantly wore black prayer beads, steering clear of women.
Yet today, there was a woman in his bed...
"Have Ye Chen come to me at once."
Chi Jing snapped back to reality, seeing the man coldly eyeing the lump on the bed.
He immediately understood that the absurd night between Fu Youhan and this woman was probably orchestrated by his friend Ye Chen.
"Yes." Chi Jing swiftly followed the order.
Though Fu Youhan stopped monopolizing control of Yan City's number one wealthy family, the Fu Family, after the car accident, his ruthless methods remained intact.
Poor Young Master Ye, it seems he won't have a good end.
"What brings you to me so early in the morning?" Fu Youhan asked, as he put back on his wristwatch that had been carelessly removed by the woman last night.
"The Jiang Family has been urging us to hasten the marriage talks for Young Master Fu. Second Master and Second Madam are both away on business trips and would like you to go over there first to talk with them."
"How interesting," he couldn't help but sneer, "Seeing me in this wheelchair, all sorts of miscreants think they can take a slice of the Fu Family fortune. Even the Jiang Family cooperates in the gold-digging, that money-driven façade makes one's skin crawl."
Jiang Moxi heard every word of Fu Youhan and Chi Jing's conversation crystal clear.
Especially Fu Youhan's assessment of the Jiang Family members, blunt and sharp, his tone unable to hide his disdain.
It makes one wonder, if he knew the woman from last night that ended up in his bed was also one of the Jiang Family members he so deeply despised, what his expression would be...
The two men continued talking as they walked outside, probably to deal with Ye Chen.
Jiang Moxi stealthily made a small gap in the quilt that was covering her face.
Seeing Fu Youhan walking towards the door on his legs, all she felt was shock.
So last night wasn't just her imagination; he really could walk?
Nevertheless, Jiang Moxi knew these were not her issues to worry about.
She quickly donned her bulky overalls, haphazardly fixed her makeup with a cushion foundation and eyeliner pencil, after covering her breathtaking beauty, she took the opportunity to leave before Fu Youhan returned.
After handling matters, Fu Youhan was back in the room.
Facing the lump on the bed: "Thank you for last night, here's a check for five million. If you feel that's not enough and want something else, feel free to ask, but once you take the money, never show yourself again..."
Before he could finish, his eyes swept across the room.
The lump on the bed was eerily quiet and this made Fu Youhan suspicious. With a stretch of his arm, he flipped off the quilt.
There was no woman to be found!
Under the covers, two plump pillows laid brazenly, along with a dried-up blood rose...