As the locks were unlocked one by one, the door was finally pushed open, revealing a dark interior with only a bed visible.

A small window was left in the wall next to it, just for ventilation.

Hearing the noise, the man on the bed tried to lift his head, but his neck was locked by a chain, and he fell back onto the bed helplessly.

Mo Ruinan pushed the wheelchair over and grasped his hand, her eyes full of devotion.

"Brother, stop struggling."

After saying that, a glint of madness flashed in his eyes as he looked at the man who was gradually falling into a coma: "No one can save you, you can only be mine."

...

After learning the theme of Mo Ruinan's art exhibition, Su Ping spent the next few days locking herself in her studio, except for sending group messages to Tu Hengchuan and Shen Jiayu as usual.

Those books were indeed helpful to her, as if they had opened up her meridians. After a few days, the basic shape of a painting was basically taken out.

I took a picture of the drawing and sent it to Mo Ruinan, but I haven't received a reply yet.

Su Ping pushed open the door to the art studio, feeling like her body was about to give out. She decided to take the painting to school to show it to her teacher.

Su Ping was still a little unaccustomed to not hearing the voices of the Calabash Brothers for several days.

The corruption values ​​of several people have remained unchanged, and it seems that the corruption values ​​become more and more difficult to fluctuate as time goes on.

It seems she'll have to find a way to have a bigger one.

Uncle Feng parked the car at the school gate: "Miss, we've arrived."

Su Ping opened the car door and got out, telling Uncle Feng to go back first.

A few students were walking around the school gate, and Su Ping realized that it was already dark, and she guessed that it would rain heavily later.

She quickened her pace and walked inside, not noticing the signboard next to her that read "Shen's Group".

When I came out of the teacher's office, the wind had already picked up.

"Hurry up, hurry up, they're over there on the playground."

The two girls behind him looked excited as they walked one after the other toward the large indoor playground next to them.

What's going on?

At that moment, the phone beeped.

It was a message from the class monitor, asking if she was at school.

After she replied, the class monitor immediately sent another message, asking her to come to the warehouse on the right side of the playground.

Not far away, Su Ping wasn't in a hurry to go back, so she simply put her phone in her pocket and walked towards the playground.

There were long queues at several entrances, a situation that had only occurred during the opening ceremony.

Are there any celebrities here?

Su Ping found a passage with a relatively shorter queue and successfully entered five minutes later.

The room was packed with students, all sitting in their seats, craning their necks to look down below.

After Su Ping asked for permission countless times, she finally saw her class monitor, who was anxiously waiting behind the stage and looking out.

Upon seeing her, he jumped off the platform, which was nearly two meters high, as if he had seen a savior.

"Oh my god, you've finally arrived."

Su Ping was startled by her heroic figure and was about to ask a question when her hand was grabbed.

"Our school is building a new district, and the counselor said that several companies have invested in it. Today, the school specially held this ceremony to thank them."

“The original hostess broke her leg, and the counselor asked me early this morning to find the prettiest student in our class to go on stage and present flowers to the investors. I figured you were the only one left, but I was worried that you weren’t at school.”

The two went up the stairs next to them. Inside, Feng Ruru saw the class monitor pulling Su Ping into the backstage area, and her face twisted in disgust.

The class monitor looked at Feng Ruru apologetically: "I'm sorry, Ruru, the counselor specifically asked Su Ping to present the flowers."

Feng Ruru glared at Su Ping, then stomped out in her high heels.

Why should she get to do this?! She's been preparing here for two hours, and Su Ping is hers the moment she arrives!

Su Ping, who had inexplicably attracted hatred, had her dress shoved into the hands of the class monitor, who told her to go change first.

The light pink cake dress, with its layered design, revealed her delicate collarbone and slender neck, perfectly outlining her figure, exuding a sweet yet sexy charm.

Hearing the curtain being pulled open, the people outside turned around and looked over, their eyes flashing with amazement.

This dress was the last one chosen by several people because the color was hard to pull off and the size was too small. Unexpectedly, it looked amazing on Su Ping.

It seemed as if it was tailor-made for her.

"It looks amazing!" The class monitor's eyes widened. She pulled Su Ping to sit down in front of the makeup mirror, and the makeup artist immediately came over to apply her makeup.

To match her outfit today, the makeup artist didn't apply heavy makeup; her skin appeared delicate and radiant, like naturally healthy skin.

Her curled eyelashes fluttered like a lively little elf, and her long hair was tied into a low ponytail and fixed at the back.

Su Ping then realized that the original owner's appearance actually suited the sweet route quite well; she had thought she was only suited to the style of a villainous female supporting character.

"Don't be nervous later. Just bring the flowers and go on stage when it's your turn."

The class monitor comforted her, but she herself was clearly more nervous than Su Ping.

Soon music started playing outside, followed by the host introducing things like campus culture.

Su Ping felt a little sleepy while listening, so she took out her phone and started browsing handsome men.

As she scrolled through the pages, she got bored. A pretty face is a dime a dozen, but a truly interesting soul is one in a million.

After she had yawned countless times, the class monitor nudged her arm, and Su Ping immediately woke up.

"Is it my turn?"

The class monitor nodded: "Soon."

Su Ping patted her face to make herself look more energetic, picked up the flowers next to her, and waited with the other three etiquette ladies for the host outside to go through the procedures.

After the music changed, the curtain was lifted, and Su Ping, the third person in line, followed the two in front of her out.

She was dumbfounded when she went outside.

Can anyone tell her why Shen Jiayu, Tu Sijun, and Yun Qi are standing on the stage?

All three of them simultaneously turned their gazes to her, and for a moment Su Ping wanted to turn around and run away.

"What's wrong?" Noticing her unusual behavior, the hostess following closely behind her asked in a low voice.

When Tu Sijun saw her, the fake smile on her face became much more genuine. At the same time, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the president of the Shen Group and the son of the Yun family who had just been recognized by the Yun family were also looking at the woman.

That look in his eyes was hardly innocent; it seems this trip wasn't in vain, as he discovered another little-known secret about his sister-in-law.

I wonder if his brother will go crazy when he finds out? Just thinking about it is thrilling.

Su Ping turned around, holding the flowers, and walked step by step toward Yun Qi in front of her. She could clearly feel Yun Qi's body gradually stiffening.

Su Ping smiled and handed him the flowers, but the distant expression on her face stung his eyes.

So the moment I took the flower, my hand slipped, and the flower fell to the ground.

What's wrong with this little pervert?

With everyone watching behind her and school leaders beside her, Su Ping braced herself and squatted down to pick up the bouquet of flowers.

Yun Qi also squatted down.