Xie Yuan lifted his gaze toward the direction of the main entrance, his movements coming to a halt.
Su Miaomiao, caught between sleep and wakefulness, flushed in the face, lifted her head and unconsciously stirred.
"You..."
He furrowed his brows at her, his thin lips slightly parting.
"Not enough?"
Su Miaomiao fell back into a charming dream.
She arched her slender neck, looking at the Agarwood Buddha Beads coiled around his pale wrist.
One black, one white, entwined endlessly.
Moving upwards, there were ambiguous red marks sucked onto his Adam's apple.
She had pulled the aloof beauty down from her pedestal, staining her with her own color.
"Ugh..."
She cried out with a sob, sinking into a deep sleep.
When she awoke the next day, it was already close to noon.
She could not remember the last time she had slept so continuously—when had it been?
Su Miaomiao propped herself up with her hands and sat up from the bed; the room was spacious, with a minimalist chill in its decor.
Black and grey dominated, creating a repressive gloom.
The white dress she had been wearing was torn and nowhere to be found, and she wore a white shirt identical to Xie Yuan's—the ice-cold touch of the fabric, just like his skin.
However, Xie Yuan was not in the room.
She was lucky that after passing out last night, she had not been fed to the crocodiles.
A new dress was placed beside the bed, made from the same fabric as his shirt.
After donning it, it outlined her slender waist, with a slit running high on the skirt, revealing her fair, long, and tight legs.
Her eyes sparkled with a fox-like smile, so captivating that one could not look away, and to call her a rare beauty would not be an overstatement.
She walked over to the desk and left a note with a fountain pen.
Wait for my return, and I will properly apologize to you.
Turning her head, she saw a crumpled handkerchief beside her and couldn't help but blush.
Last night, she was forced to sweat all over, her voice trembling.
Yet Xie Yuan's movements had remained consistent, his eyes cold and detached, without the slightest hint of being moved.
Afterwards, he picked up the handkerchief with leisurely grace and wiped his pale fingertips, composed and indifferent.
To make a Buddha-worshipping king of hell do such a thing was truly sinful.
Now, remembering it, she didn't know where she got such audacity to seek his help.
Leaving the room, she came to the hall, where the long-waiting butler Wang Zhong approached her with courteous respect, bowing politely.
"Madam, you're awake? Please have breakfast first, then I will arrange for a car to take you back."
Wait a minute, madam? What kind of terrifying title was that?
"Sir, you are mistaken, I am not..."
Wang Zhong maintained a professional smile, glancing at the time on his wristwatch.
"No other woman has set foot in the manor, you're the first one."
"The master has ordered that you be given thirty-six hours to consider—will you take responsibility, or will you choose death?"
"I should remind you, you still have one day, seven hours, and twenty-five minutes left."
"If you don't make a decision quickly, you might be late."
"Take responsibility?"
Su Miaomiao's fox-like eyes widened in shock—had she gone mad, or had Xie Yuan?
After all, this was the Xie Family, a family whose wealth spanned the globe.
How could the nouveau riche Su Family be associated with such a prominent name?
Moreover.
"Sorry, I already have a fiancé..."
Wang Zhong still kept his professional smile: "Therefore, you have one day, seven hours, and twenty-three minutes to break off that engagement. Alternatively, pick a spot with good feng shui and buy a plot for your grave."
Su Miaomiao didn't recall how she was sent down the mountain, nor how she got back to the Su Family home.
It was only when she reached the gate that she came back to her senses and kicked the door open.
Liu Wan, who was at the doorway, jumped in shock but quickly adjusted to offer a gentle smile as if nothing had occurred.
"Miaomiao, you're back? You must be exhausted, why don't you rest a bit first?"
She looked Su Miaomiao up and down with suspicion.
Had it not been said that the elder of the Lu Family was most torturous in bed? How come Su Miaomiao seemed untouched?
Su Miaomiao's eyes were cold as she said nothing, grabbing a golf club from the entrance and swinging it violently.
The paintings in the foyer, the antiques in the display case, they shattered and scattered all over the floor.
Glass shards flew, and Liu Wan screamed, covering her ears.
"Ah..."
"Crazy, husband, husband, come quickly; Miaomiao has gone mad!"
Upon hearing the commotion Su Zhen came down from upstairs, and seeing the scene, he clenched his teeth in fury.
"Su Miaomiao, have you lost your mind? Do you know how much those things are worth?"
He had spent millions at exhibitions to acquire those items, expressly to adorn their home front.
Su Miaomiao curled her lips into a mocking smile, her hands kept moving.
"Drugging your own daughter and sending her to someone's bed? And it's the bed of her fiancé's uncle, no less?"
"Grandpa just had an accident, and you couldn't wait to do this—you're a lowlife, but I never thought you could stoop so low."
She used to live in the old house with the elder, but after he suffered an accident and was hospitalized, remaining in a coma, she was forced to seek Su Zhen's help with the exorbitant medical expenses. She would never expect to be exploited by him in such a way.
Su Zhen felt no shame in the slightest; instead, he grew furious.
"With all the disgraceful things you've done, you should be grateful that someone is willing to have you. And yet you're still picky?"