Sheng Mian stopped drying her hair as a thought flashed through her mind. She instantly remembered the Bentley she had collided with earlier at the golf course. But hadn't the woman agreed to settle the damage?
Frowning, she quickly changed into more appropriate clothes and followed the police to the station.
"Miss Sheng, here are the photos of the accident, and here's the surveillance video. At 6:20 PM, you hit the car's rear bumper, left no contact details, and the car owner is now seeking full responsibility from you," the officer explained.
Sheng Mian's expression darkened as she pointed at another car in the footage. "This woman was in a hurry, and she said she would cover the damages to the car in front. That's why I left."
"Miss Sheng, the car owner is now pursuing you. Here's the insurance company's invoice for the damages, please confirm the amount."
The amount listed was 304,200.
Sheng Mian wasn't unable to pay the amount; it was the sheer frustration that gnawed at her. That arrogant woman from earlier had walked away scot-free?
"Miss Sheng, if you don't..."
Before the officer could finish, a younger policeman entered and interrupted him. "Miss Sheng, someone has bailed you out. You can leave now."
Sheng Mian froze. She hadn't informed anyone about this incident. Who would be bailing her out at this hour?
Following the police officer, she stepped outside, where a black car was parked nearby.
The young policeman nodded toward the vehicle. "It should be your family."
Sheng Mian smiled at him. "Thank you, and thank you for your hard work."
After he left, she turned to approach the car, just as she was about to ask who had come, the door swung open, and a hand forcefully pulled her inside.
She instinctively sensed something was wrong. "Help—"
Before she could shout, a cloth soaked in a sharp, pungent smell was pressed tightly over her nose and mouth. She struggled briefly, but her strength seemed to vanish as if it had been drained away. Her vision blurred, and she passed out.
In her dazed state, she heard voices laughing.
"Young Master Wan is waiting at the hotel. Hurry and send her there. He can't wait."
"She's quite something, this woman. Look at her face, her figure—an absolute beauty. No wonder Young Master Wan had us grab her after seeing the surveillance footage."
Wan Yuan'an?
Sheng Mian didn't expect that, even with Fu Yancheng's name, Wan Yuan'an still wasn't giving up.
Using the last bit of strength she had, Sheng Mian dug her fingers into her palm, the sharp pain momentarily clearing her mind. If she was taken to Wan Yuan'an's room, she would be done for.
When the car stopped and she was dragged out, her legs gave way. She was hauled into the hotel lobby, her body limp. As they neared the corridor leading to the VIP elevator, she suddenly heard a voice.
"Mr. Fu, I sincerely apologize. We've arranged a new presidential suite for you, just next door. I'll take you there."
The hotel manager was nervously apologizing, his forehead beaded with sweat. "It was our mistake. We had someone double-check everything, and the suite was sanitized as per Secretary Qi's request. We never expected the bathroom supplies would suddenly break down... This has never happened before, I promise!"
"Enough, don't follow me," Fu Yancheng interrupted, his hair still damp, his face expressionless and radiating cold impatience. "Make sure the staff checks all the other rooms. Don't let such mistakes happen again."
"Yes, yes, of course," the manager stammered, wiping his forehead in relief. His newly appointed position felt precarious with such a big mistake on his record.
Fu Yancheng took the room key and turned down the hallway. Just as he was about to head for the elevator, a figure suddenly collided with him.
The scent of perfume enveloped him as the woman's body pressed against his. Fu Yancheng's face instantly darkened, the usual coldness on his face turning to frigid anger.
He was about to push her away when the woman looked up, revealing a familiar face.
The two men who had been holding Sheng Mian didn't expect her to suddenly cling to Fu Yancheng. Seeing the intimidating aura around him, they hesitated and backed off.
Sheng Mian clung to him like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. "Husband."
Fu Yancheng froze for a moment, as did the two men, who had been about to grab her but quickly withdrew their hands.
Wan Yuan'an hadn't mentioned that this woman was married. Now, here they were, caught in the act. What would they do?
After multiple provocations, Fu Yancheng had finally reached his limit. He raised his hand to pull Sheng Mian away, but she whispered desperately in his ear, "Help me."
Sheng Mian buried her face in his chest, her hands locked around his waist, holding onto him tightly to avoid collapsing.
Her body trembled with anxiety.
Fu Yancheng's hand froze in midair. He looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over the two strangers. His eyes were sharp and cold, like a blade.
The two men visibly stiffened, retreating several steps, feeling the suffocating pressure from Fu Yancheng. At that moment, the elevator nearby opened, and Wan Yuan'an, who had been waiting for a while, walked out.
Seeing Fu Yancheng, Wan Yuan'an quickly approached with a smile.
"Mr. Fu, Miss Penny is actually my girlfriend. She had a bit too much to drink and was rude earlier. I apologize for the trouble."
Fu Yancheng glanced briefly at the woman in his arms, who was flushed and barely conscious. His eyes narrowed.
Girlfriend?
The drugs Wan Yuan'an had administered were starting to take effect, and Sheng Mian's mind was clouded. She could barely focus on anything except the man in front of her—he was her only hope right now.
"Husband, he... he's lying. I'm not."