The car sped along, kicking up clouds of dust.
As they walked further away, the sky grew darker, the orange glow of the sunset unable to conceal the somber darkness. Dark clouds drifted by, like rootless duckweed, settling wherever they pleased.
"I'll deliver her right away." The driver hung up the phone and looked back at Ji Xiaoxiao.
The car was enormous, yet it didn't feel crowded even with four burly men and a beautiful, unconscious girl sitting around it. Ji Xiaoxiao, however, was surrounded so tightly that escape was impossible.
"The boss is getting impatient, I need to hurry." With that thought in mind, he immediately slammed on the gas pedal.
The cart wheels turned and turned, crushing many broken branches and fallen leaves along the way, adding to the bleakness of autumn. After a while, the cart stopped in front of a secluded mansion.
The gate of the house opened, and Ji Xiaoxiao was picked up from the car.
Two hours later, Ji Xiaoxiao opened her eyes to find the room filled with extravagance. A crystal chandelier shone brightly, seamlessly integrated with the tiles, exuding elegance and sophistication. In the distance, antique vases sat on a display shelf, and on the wall hung rows of gleaming swords and spears.
Ji Xiaoxiao, supporting her head, swayed as she got up. The soft bed seemed to hinder her progress. With great effort, she reached the door, only to find it already open.
"Miss Xu Li, hello." A maid in a cheongsam bowed and greeted Ji Xiaoxiao. "Miss Xu Li, please come with me to wash up first." The maid respectfully led the way for Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao was puzzled, but remained calm and followed the maid to wash up. Ten minutes later, the maid led Ji Xiaoxiao to the downstairs hall. Ji Xiaoxiao looked around and saw only one handsome man sitting in the hall.
"Young Master, Miss Xu Li has arrived," the maid announced before leaving.
The maid left, leaving only Ji Xiaoxiao and the man in front of her in the hall. A lone man and woman alone in a room, Ji Xiaoxiao didn't feel anything amiss. However, the man's eyes, filled with a murderous intent, made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Sit down." Noticing Ji Xiaoxiao's unease, the man lowered his voice and said.
A wise person knows when to yield, so Ji Xiaoxiao sat down away from the man.
"Why are you so quiet today?" the man said with a smile.
The tone was extremely familiar, yet Ji Xiaoxiao didn't recognize the person at all. If she didn't know them, she didn't know them; the more she said, the more mistakes she'd make. She kept her mouth tightly shut, not uttering a single word.
"Don't you recognize me?" The man stood up and walked up to Ji Xiaoxiao. "It's really heartbreaking. Aren't men supposed to forget their partners after they've had their way with them? How come you've forgotten me after only a few days? Sigh, we at least shared a night of passion!"
The man's somewhat carefree and roguish demeanor was even more infuriating.
"Let me formally introduce myself. I am Zhou Jiangchu, the man who stayed with you through that long, dark night." Zhou Jiangchu introduced himself frankly.
Zhou Jiangchu didn't take it seriously, but Ji Xiaoxiao's mind was filled with a raging storm of thunder and lightning.
Zhou Jiangchu, the youngest son of the Zhou family, a military family in the capital, is the youngest of his generation. His father is a general, his mother is a secretary to the president, and his older siblings are all outstanding individuals holding important positions in various regions. His maternal family is powerful and influential, and is recognized as one of the wealthiest families in the world.
Shouldn't such a person live in heaven?
Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes sparkled. A man who is rich, powerful, handsome, and has a great physique—such a gem... Heh...
Zhou Jiangchu saw through Ji Xiaoxiao's power-hungry and covetous actions. He had originally thought that "Xu Li Anran" was a person who was neither elated by external gains nor saddened by personal losses, but he did not expect her to be such a lowly and vulgar woman.
Zhou Jiangchu sighed and shook his head dismissively. "Take it off!"
While Ji Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded, a kilometer away from the house, Song Weiwei, holding a small leather whip, was punching and kicking Qiao Heyun, who was neither fighting back nor arguing.
"You bitch, how dare you hit me! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know what kind of person you are!" Song Weiwei said with a face full of resentment.
Song Weiwei brandished her whip and cracked it across Qiao Heyun's body.
---Aside---
Yesterday at midnight, Xiaoming was almost vomiting blood and dying!
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