She had already mentally rehearsed how she would go crazy at that perverted CEO Fu, but when she entered the door, what she saw was completely different from what she had imagined.

Cui Ziqi was not unconscious while being pinned down by the pervert.

It was actually President Fu who was pinned down.

To be precise, Fu Li was thrown to the ground, and Cui Ziqi's shiny leather shoes were grinding hard against his face.

The wine, mixed with the smell of blood, clashed and churned in the large study.

Fu Li had already fainted, glass shards were scattered all over the ground, and the broken bottle in Cui Ziqi's hand shone coldly under the light.

Xia Wan stood at the door and saw Cui Ziqi's handsome and flawless profile from afar, his scarlet eyes looking sinister and wicked under the light.

His trench coat was impeccably tailored, while Fu Li, lying on the ground, had most of his shirt buttons undone and even his belt pulled out, and was limply sprawled on the ground.

“Ziqi…” Xia Wan stood there, stunned, and murmured softly.

Cui Ziqi seemed oblivious to the commotion at the door.

He held the broken bottle neck and bent down to compare it to something on Fu Li's body.

Suddenly, a chilling smile appeared on his lips, as sinister as a ghost.

"Anyone who tries to harm me will pay the price."

He uttered those words in a sinister tone.

With precise downward movements, he thrust his hand down hard between Fu Li's legs.

Even though Fu Li had already fainted, the intense pain woke her up, and she couldn't help but scream.

Cui Ziqi disdainfully tossed aside the broken bottle opening, straightened up, and clapped his hands.

He turned to look at the person at the door, his smile unchanged.

"You're next."

Xia Wan's hand holding the dragon head trembled involuntarily, her eyes filled with immense fear.

[The male supporting character's descent into darkness has reached its maximum value. Unfortunately, the host's mission has failed.]