Inside the hotel, in the presidential suite.
Kong Ling, wearing a white bathrobe, sat on the bed with her cellphone in hand, looking at herself finally taking the top spot on the voting list.
A victorious smile spread across her lips.
Suddenly, a man behind her wrapped his arms around her body, "Lingling, I've kept my promise to you, what about you?"
The man embracing Kong Ling was none other than the notorious joke of the capital, Jian Chen.
"Naturally, it's up to Young Master Jian."
Kong Ling put down her phone and let Jian Chen push her down onto the bed, having his way with her.
"Lingling, don't worry, anything that can harm Qiao Ruoxin, I will do, because I want to see her kneeling and begging for mercy!"
Having said that, Jian Chen pulled off the bathrobe from Kong Ling's body.
In the darkness, Kong Ling held back tears that were seeping from her eyes, clutching the bedsheets tightly.
Why this!
