"Yes," Duan Mu smiled. "I'm proposing to Feng Guang."
She paused for a moment, then said, "We only kissed and hugged for the first time today, and you're already proposing to me?"
That's way too fast!
"Is Fengguang going to refuse my proposal?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile becoming even gentler.
A chill ran down her spine, and she hugged his waist again, saying sweetly, "Duan Mu, I accept your proposal!"
Duan Mu smiled gently, lowering his head slightly to her ear, inhaling her scent. His kiss landed on her fair neck, lingering on the red mark, his voice soft, "In the near future, I will replace the ring..."
She held his head in her hands, ran her fingers through his hair, and even her voice was light and airy, "Okay..."
This wasn't a suitable place, and he couldn't simply take her, but that didn't stop him from seeking personal gain, especially when she was drunk and acting particularly boldly.
And her boldness was quite endearing; he suddenly realized he liked her even more.
However, when the clock struck twelve, and she fell asleep in his arms, he had to let her go back. The driver was clearly quite shocked to see his young lady being carried off the bus unconscious by this man. He rushed over and, seeing that Feng Guang's clothes were intact and her sleeping face was peaceful, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the Xia Dynasty might indulge in extravagance and recklessness, it doesn't mean he would allow his daughter to act recklessly.
Duan Mu put Feng Guang in the car, took off his suit jacket and covered her with it. He gently stroked her cheek, and she murmured softly in her sleep.
He smiled, then stepped out of the car and stood there watching it gradually disappear from his sight.
It's easy to imagine how furious Xia Chao was when he saw his daughter wearing a man's coat. However, Feng Guang happily carried the coat upstairs. Duan Mu was a considerate man, something she had known for a long time. But every time he showed his consideration for her, she couldn't help but feel happy.
Although the two had officially started dating, she didn't dare to approach him so freely on set with so many people around. The rest of the crew thought this young lady was just acting on a whim and was curious about filming. However, only Yao Feng knew that she was truly interested in Duan Mu. But Yao Feng didn't dare to say anything out of turn; he couldn't let Duan Mu's spotless reputation be ruined by him.
Three days later, the press conference for the production team was held at a hotel. All the major media outlets would be there, and Feng Guang, as the biggest investor, would naturally attend, but he wouldn't appear in front of the media.
In the hallway, Feng Guang, who was pressed against the wall, had just received a passionate French kiss. Duan Mu's fingertips gently traced her moist lips, and then he placed another kiss on them. He whispered, "After the press conference, I'll take you out to play."
"Mmm..." she said, blushing, "One more kiss."
He smiled, and as she wished, lowered his head and kissed her lips again.
However, the press conference was about to begin, and he couldn't leave for too long. After the kiss ended, he told her to wait for him in the hotel room, and then he left.
Feng Guang found the man incredibly alluring. She cupped her face, savoring the kiss from before, before walking back to her room down the corridor. However, halfway there, she noticed a dripping sound. Looking at the door to the room next to her, she saw it was ajar. One voice told her not to look, while another voice told her that if she didn't look, she would miss something.
Feng Guang hesitated and took a step closer. The dripping sound grew louder. A gust of wind seemed to come from nowhere, and the half-open door was fully opened, releasing a pungent smell of blood.
The person standing in the stairwell fell to the ground. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
Inside the room, a woman covered in blood was hanging upside down on a work ladder, her head hanging from the hook. Blood was still gushing from a wound on her neck, dripping onto the floor.
The woman's eyes were open, as if she were waiting for someone to discover that she was dead.
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