Qin Lang seemed quite satisfied with her performance, and forked a small piece of foie gras, holding it to her lips.

Mu Wenya opened her mouth with difficulty, swallowed it, chewed it a few times without knowing what it tasted like, and then forced herself to swallow it down despite her psychological resistance and nausea.

"Is it good?" The man's smile sent chills down her spine.

Mu Wenya hummed in agreement.

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, put down his plate, and gently lifted her chin. After gazing at each other for a moment, he moved closer to her as if possessed.

"Wenya, you are still so beautiful and so captivating. Although I have been with many women over the years, none of them have ever captured my heart as firmly as you."

"Now that you're rich, you can have any woman you want. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here, looking like neither human nor ghost..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Qin Lang reached out a hand and pressed it against Mu Wenya's lips, closing his eyes to gently inhale the fragrance of her neck. "No matter what you become, no other woman can compare. Your taste... makes me succumb..."

His breath hit her neck, each breath sending a cool sensation through her.

She almost knew what he wanted to do, and her body instinctively resisted. In the past, she would have given herself to him without reservation. But now, the man before her was a complete stranger, not the same person inside or out.

Although they had been dating for three years, they hadn't done anything more than hugging and kissing during that time.

At this moment, she felt no anticipation, no excitement, only unease and fear, and a trace of terror.

Feeling the man's hand loosen her collar, Mu Wenya simply closed her eyes and turned her face away.

There was a sudden noise outside the door.

The next moment, with a "bang", the door was kicked open from the outside.

Standing by the door was Ouyang, drenched in sweat and looking utterly disheveled. The two men who had been guarding the door were now unconscious on the ground. Ouyang was still holding a tranquilizer gun, the muzzle of which was loaded with a needle mixed with anesthetic.

Not long ago, he used this tranquilizer gun to knock out the guards outside and managed to sneak in.

The moment Mu Wenya saw Ouyang, she heard herself breathe a sigh of relief.

Qin Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't stop kissing Mu Wenya's neck.

"You beast, let her go!"

Ouyang raised the tranquilizer gun and fired a bullet at Qin Lang's arm.

However, Qin Lang was prepared and turned to the side, dodging the bullets.

As they spoke, Ouyang strode forward and ran to Qin Lang. Just as he was about to pry him away, Qin Lang grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm down the moment his hand touched him.

Ouyang winced in pain, and the tranquilizer gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Qin Lang kicked the tranquilizer gun far away with one foot, then sat down heavily, pressing Ouyang's arm down on his body.

"Uh..."

Ouyang felt as if the bones in his arm were about to break, and the pain made his face turn pale. He couldn't help but let out a scream.

"You... you think you can plot against me?" Qin Lang scoffed.

Ouyang's hand, usually used for holding a pen, is no match for Qin Lang, who has practiced martial arts since childhood. Moreover, his hand was severely injured a few days ago from being hit hard with an electric baton.

Ouyang's arm was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He struggled to pull his hand back, but he couldn't muster the strength.

"Qin Lang, let go! You'll cripple his arm!" Mu Wenya pushed her wheelchair forward to help, but in her haste, she accidentally fell off the wheelchair and landed on the ground.