Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Gu Shichen led her to one of his secluded villas.

The moment she pushed open the door, Liu Yunshu collapsed into his arms.

The effects of the medicine had already spread, leaving only instinctive dependence and restlessness in the chaos.

"Gu Shichen... wants..."

She tilted her head back and nuzzled his chin, her voice as soft as melted candy, her eyes misty with tears.

Her usual aloofness vanished, leaving only an alluring charm.

Gu Shichen's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he picked her up and strode towards the bedroom on the second floor.

His fingertips traced the delicate skin beneath her cheongsam, the scorching heat almost burning through the fabric, fueling the burning desire in his eyes.

"You need it? I'll help you."

Then, one by one, the clothes were thrown on the floor.

Looking at the crisscrossing marks, Gu Shichen grabbed Liu Yunshu's chin.

"Who left this? Shen Moci? Lu Hengyan? Or some other man?"

Liu Yunshu felt a sharp pain from his sudden grip, her eyes filled with tears and grievance, her voice trembling with sobs: "It hurts..."

Gu Shichen looked at the faint red mark on the side of her neck, but his strength did not lessen at all, and his eyes were filled with fierceness and possessiveness.

"Answer me, who are you?"

The effects of the drug were still burning her nerves, and Liu Yunshu's whole body screamed with desire.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the blush on her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.

She couldn't help but move closer to the source of heat, "It's...it's Lu Hengyan..."

"What? Shen Moci can't satisfy you?" Gu Shichen's voice was as cold as ice.

Seeing her cower in pain yet instinctively burrow into his arms, his eyes were filled with a mixture of resentment and unwillingness.

"Since you're so thirsty, why did you reject me in the first place? What do I lack compared to Lu Hengyan?"

Liu Yunshu's tears fell even more fiercely. In her chaotic consciousness, she could not grasp any clear words, and all that remained was her instinctive rebuttal and grievance.

"No... I didn't..."

"No?"

Gu Shichen sneered, but the pressure on his fingers suddenly tightened, carrying a sense of punishment.

"Liu Yunshu, you'd better remember who's satisfying you right now."

The temperature in the bedroom rose steadily.

As Gu Shichen looked at the woman in his arms, her eyes filled with seductive allure and her body flushed, the fierceness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a deeper sense of indulgence.

He bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse and almost broken: "Remember, from now on, only I can give you what you want. Who am I?"

Liu Yunshu's consciousness was already blurred; she only knew that the person in front of her could dispel the heat in her body and fill the emptiness within her.

She nodded haphazardly, tears soaking his shoulder, unconsciously murmuring, "Gu Shichen... Gu Shichen..."

That soft call was like a needle dipped in honey, piercing deeply into Gu Shichen's heart.

All his resentment and unwillingness turned into overwhelming pity at this moment.

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Su Xiao looked at Shen Moci, whose eyes were bloodshot, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

"Shen Moci, now you believe me, Liu Yunshu is a wanton woman!"

The air pressure around Shen Moci was frighteningly low, his knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, and the crimson surging in his eyes almost swallowed his reason.

"Shut up."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and every word was uttered with the force of gritted teeth.

"Yun Shu isn't that kind of person!"

Su Xiao laughed even harder, her eyes filled with malicious glee.

She threw another photo in front of Shen Moci. In the photo, Lu Hengyan was pulling Liu Yunshu into the lounge.

"Last night, she was having sex with Lu Hengyan! Shen Moci, you're so stupid! Liu Yunshu and Lu Hengyan have been hooking up for a long time, and she's been playing you like a fool!"

Su Xiao's voice was sharp and piercing, like a poisoned dagger, cutting into Shen Moci's taut nerves.

"You think her kindness towards you is genuine? She's just using you as a way to get close to Lu Hengyan because you're his brother!"

Shen Moci's gaze was fixed on the photo, his knuckles cracking.

The rage surging in his chest almost burst out, but was held back by a sliver of remaining reason.

"You think you can sow discord between me and Yun Shu with just these two worthless photos?"

He looked up, the crimson in his eyes fading slightly, leaving only a chilling coldness. "Su Xiao, your tricks are rather clumsy."

Su Xiao was filled with resentment, but she took out a recording pen that had already been synthesized by AI.

"Clumsy?"

Su Xiao sneered and pressed the play button on the recorder.

"Then listen to this, isn't it the voice of Liu Yunshu that you've been longing for?"

A cool and aloof female voice slowly flowed out.

"Shen Moci? He's an idiot. I only approached him because of Lu Hengyan..."

The voice was so lifelike that it could easily be mistaken for the real thing.

Shen Moci froze, his blood seemingly freezing in an instant.

He stared intently at the recording pen, his knuckles clenched so tightly they almost broke, the phrase "that idiot Shen Moci" echoing repeatedly in his ears.

Gradually, Liu Yunshu's figure overlapped with that of the woman in her memory.

"So... I'm just like my dad, an idiot!"

Shen Moci muttered to himself, the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely extinguished, leaving only boundless darkness.

It turned out it was all a lie, all just bargaining chips she used to get close to Lu Hengyan.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Su Xiao's smile almost overflowed, her eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"So, Shen Moci? Do you believe me now? Liu Yunshu is such a fickle and scheming woman; she's been using you from beginning to end!"

Shen Moci didn't look at her; his aura was as cold as if it came from an ice cellar.

He remembered how, when he was a child, that woman had deceived his father with the same gentle facade.

They absconded with all the family's money, leaving the father to die in despair.

He swore then that he would never be as foolish as his father, but now he has fallen into the same trap again.

"How about it, let's cooperate!"

Seeing his distraught state, Su Xiao could barely conceal the calculation in her eyes, and her tone carried a coaxing undertone:

"I can ruin Liu Yunshu's reputation and make her pay for her actions."

"And you, too, will get revenge for being deceived. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

Shen Moci was immersed in boundless despair and humiliation, and did not respond at all.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes." Su Xiao looked at the silent man, pursed her lips, and then turned and walked outside.

Shen Moci froze on the spot, his fingertips digging deeply into his palm.

The taste of blood filled my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the intense, throbbing pain in my heart.

The glaring photograph and the voice from the recording pen intertwined repeatedly in his mind, crushing his last remaining thoughts to dust.

"Liu Yunshu..."

He murmured the name, his voice icy and filled with a despair capable of destroying the world.

You better pray that I never see you again.

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In the villa's bedroom, morning light had already seeped in through the gaps in the heavy curtains, falling on the messy bed.

Liu Yunshu slowly woke up, her body aching all over, making her frown.

A hangover-like headache struck, and fragments of last night's hazy memories flooded my mind.

She slowly sat up, and the chill made her look down, only to find that she was completely naked.

The surroundings were littered with the mess of last night, and the lingering scents of their past mingled together reminded her of everything that had happened.

"Boss! Gu Shichen took a phone call and then went out."

Xiao Ba circled around her once, looking at Liu Yunshu with a pained expression.

"Big Brother, what should we do next?"

Liu Yunshu struggled to get out of bed and staggered toward the bathroom.

She walked silently to the bathtub and slowly turned on the hot water.

"Naturally, we want to make the play even more exciting."

The steam from the hot water rose onto the mirror, blurring the cold light in Liu Yunshu's eyes.

She immersed her body in the warm water, the soreness was enveloped by the warmth, and her confused consciousness was completely cleared.

"Give me a knife."

Although Xiao Ba was puzzled, he quickly took out a small, sharp fruit knife from his spatial storage and handed it over.

Liu Yunshu ran her fingertips along the cold blade, her gaze falling on her fair and delicate wrist, a sickly smile on her face.

"Xiao Ba, look, this is perfect as the prologue to a play."

The sharp blade sliced ​​fiercely across her fair and delicate wrist, and a bead of crimson blood spurted out instantly.

The water splashed onto her cool and aloof face, then meandered down her delicate skin, blooming into alluring flowers in the warm water.

Liu Yunshu groaned in pain, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her blood seemed to ignite the madness within her, yet a cold, insane smile lingered in her eyes.

It was as if the blood flowing was not their own, but the spark that ignited this game of chess.

"Big Brother! Are you crazy?!" Xiao Ba paced around the bathtub in terror, her voice trembling with fear. "You'll die like this!"

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly, dipped her wrist in warm water, and threw away the knife in her hand.

His body slowly sank until the water reached his shoulders, and the crimson blood spread out in larger ripples in the water.

"A woman who isn't ruthless won't have a stable position. Is Gu Shichen coming over?"

Holy crap! DaDa is a real ruthless guy! XiaoBa quickly checked Gu Shichen's movements.

"Almost there! He's downstairs!"

Xiao Ba's heart pounded as he watched the blood spreading across the water.

Liu Yunshu slowly closed her eyes, a calculating smile curving her lips.

My body slid gently down the bathtub wall, and warm water washed over my chin.

Crimson blood beads clung to her pale cheeks, adding a touch of broken beauty.

Consciousness gradually blurred amidst the dizziness caused by blood loss.

Gu Shichen had just finished the phone call and was walking into his room in a very happy mood. He had finally gotten the woman he had longed for, although...

Thinking of this, his eyes darkened for a moment, but the satisfaction of having possessed it ultimately overwhelmed that slight displeasure.

He opened the door, but Liu Yunshu was nowhere to be seen.

He frowned slightly, looked around the empty room, and saw that the marks on the floor extended all the way to the bathroom.

A pleased smile played on his lips as he followed the trail to the bathroom. "Yun Shu, are you taking a shower?"

The moment the words were spoken and the door was opened, a warm mist carrying a strong stench of blood rushed out.

Gu Shichen's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze fixed on the bathtub.

Liu Yunshu's eyes were tightly closed, her face was unusually pale, and her chin was submerged in water.

Blood was seeping from her fair wrist, turning the warm water in the tub a bewitching dark red.

"Liu Yunshu!"

Gu Shichen felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, and his breath suddenly stopped.

He rushed over like a madman and, trembling, lifted her out of the water.

The woman in his arms was as light as a feather, and her whole body was ice-cold.

His eyes, which used to be bright and clear, were tightly closed, and his pale lips were bloodless.

Only the constant flow of crimson from his wrist stung his eyes.