Ji Shiting frowned and hung up the phone. At this moment, Xiao Qiu called.
He picked it up and said, “Where’s Shengge?”
“Sir, Madam… is missing!” Xiao Qiu sounded anxious and guilty.
The man clenched his fist, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.
…
Ye Shengge still felt dizzy when she woke up.
She struggled to sit up, only to find herself in a luxurious palace-like room. Every corner of the room was decorated with roses. She was lying on a soft bed, and there were many delicate roses beside her.
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She tried to get out of bed, but she couldn’t muster any strength.
She then felt a strange warmth in her body.
She gripped the bed sheets tightly.
“You’re awake?” The man sounded elegant.
Ye Shengge looked at the source of the voice and gritted her teeth. “Xiao Ruilang, what are you going to do? Where’s Tianyi?”
The man had changed into a dark blue robe, and his exquisite facial features looked gentler and more seductive. He was holding a wine glass, and his lips were stained with alcohol.
He smiled and walked toward her.
Ye Shengge leaned back.
“Mr. Shang? Oh, don’t worry about him. I’ve asked someone to send him home.” Xiao Ruilang walked closer to her and looked at her right cheek. “Your birthmark is shrinking. Let me guess… Is this because of Ji Shiting?”
“Get… out!” Ye Shengge struggled to say, and her face was covered in sweat.
As the man walked closer, the heat in her body intensified, swallowing her mind.
The man seemed to notice her struggle, and his smile became more relaxed and confident.
He walked to her, stroked her face, and stroked the birthmark on her right cheek.
“Unfortunately, it’s been so long. Why hasn’t it completely disappeared? Is Ji Shiting unwilling to help you? It’s alright. I can help you.”
Ye Shengge avoided his fingers and took deep breaths, trying to stay awake.
“You can’t help me,” Ye Shengge said, but her voice was hoarse. “Let me go, Xiao Ruilang.”
“Really? How do you know if you don’t try?” He chuckled, put his wine glass aside and leaned over.
He looked intoxicated, as if he was sniffing something.
Ye Shengge’s hair stood on end. She tried to move back, but the drug seemed to be getting more intense as the man walked closer.
“Xiao Ruilang, you can have any woman you want…” She said, trying to suppress the heat in her body.” I’m Ji Shiting’s woman… Please let me go…”
“Because you’re his woman,” Xiao Ruilang said as he stroked her chin.
Ye Shengge was shocked. She suddenly said, “Little Zheng is your son, isn’t he? You were the one who seduced Ling Yutong and made her think it was Ji Shiting?”
