"Who?" Lightly asleep, Xue Chengcheng suddenly sat up from bed, the two bedside lamps glowing brightly, illuminating the small space of the room. She saw a tall figure emerging from the darkness, its face unclear, but her heart suddenly tightened, and she secretly clenched her fists. Until that person slowly walked out of the darkness, exposing a handsome face under the light, as beautiful as a Heavenly God, a gentle smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. Whose heart did he intoxicate in the night? Xue Chengcheng’s eyes instantly widened: "Why is it you?" The man curved his lips into a smile, his eyebrows seductive yet unparalleled, "Are you very surprised?" Xue Chengcheng scrutinized him with a wary gaze: "I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person." "Oh? Is Miss Xue very disappointed?" The man laughed as he stepped toward the bed. His stature was very tall, standing at the bedside, almost blocking the light, also blocking her heart’s hope; as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, her heart sinking heavily. Her hands subconsciously tightened the sheets, she said coldly: "Don’t do anything reckless, or I’ll call out." She truly hadn’t imagined, Dong Xieyou, who was renowned for his virtue and artistic skill in the eyes of outsiders, would be such a person. As she was shocked, she was even more frightened. The man’s fingers were cool yet strong, forcing her chin up, compelling Xue Chengcheng to lift her head. Just as she was about to scream, she suddenly collided with those deep eyes, as if a whirlpool gradually drew her in. The words caught in her throat were swallowed back down; her throat couldn’t produce a sound, her entire being seemed immobilized by some force, unable to move, the fear in her heart growing deeper... "I’m a sinner, I shouldn’t have offended Miss Ji, I admit my mistake...." She stared blankly, repeating it once more. She didn’t understand what she was doing; she wanted to break free, but it was as if she were wound up in a cocoon, layer upon layer wrapping around, she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t escape, the world enveloped in fog, led forward by someone ahead, she could only follow along... "I deserve death, everything is my fault, I hope Miss Ji won’t be angry with me...." Tonight the stars and moon were dim, the sky dull and gray, the night growing deeper, like a man-eating beast, its gaping maw swallowing people whole. At some unknown time, the room was left with her alone. Sitting desolately on the bed for a long time, she slowly got up, walked to the desk, and sat down, pulling out paper and pen from her bag. She opened it, grasping the pen to write the first two large characters. The characters for "Will" appeared under the dim light with a spine-chilling feeling. "I’m a sinner, I shouldn’t have offended Miss Ji, I admit my mistake...." She kept murmuring it repeatedly. Her actions mechanical and numb, her gaze hollow and pale, unfocused. "Boom!" A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky; she instinctively shivered, the pen in her hand nearly falling to the ground. This text is hosted at novel·fire.net "Miss, it’s windy." Ah Yun came over, draping a coat over Yun Ya. Soon, outside the window, the thunder and lightning raged, with pouring rain, the sky like churning ink, where lightning tore open gashes, and the thunder surged forth. Yun Ya coughed dryly, looked at the thunder and lightning outside the window, her gaze somewhat sorrowful. Miaomiao, are you very scared right now? I’m sorry, at your time of greatest need, I cannot be there with you. Just then, a sudden ringtone sounded, in this stormy night, it was not very conspicuous. Ah Yun brought over the phone: "Miss, your call." Yun Ya glanced at the caller ID, answered it, and put it by her ear. Her gaze turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window’s dark rainy night, the depths of her eyes holding a profound coldness that was darker than the night itself. Thin lips curled slightly, carrying a touch of smugness as if everything was within her grasp, albeit quickly concealed. A villa in Jiangzhou. A man stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, hands behind his back, looking out at the rain at night, where large raindrops pounded onto the glass, creating a layer of water stain, adding some charm to this mystifying rainy night. The room was heated, supposed to be warm, yet ironically cold as an ice cellar. As his subordinate pushed the door open and entered, he couldn’t help but shiver. Seeing the slender figure by the window, the light pouring down, that silhouette seemed even more isolated and lofty, like a snow lotus at the peak of an iceberg, only worthy of admiration and not of plucking. His heart sank as he quickly walked over, lowered his head respectfully and said: "U’s plan was exposed, does the master need me to intervene?" The man raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flickering in his eyes, his icy face drawing a stiff smile, in the night, it carried a hint of warmth. "Since returning home, he’s become more impatient, it’s time to teach him a lesson." Reaching his hand out to her, like E, committed a fatal mistake. It seems, they have forgotten their own identities, he doesn’t mind giving them a profound lesson. The subordinate said no more, unable to fathom the master’s thoughts, bowed and retreated. The room quietened down. The man stood by the window for a long time, until the heavy rain eased to a gentle drizzle, the sky revealing a hint of dawn, hope for the day slowly unfolding amid the curtain of rain. The man lowered his gaze with a smile, opened his palm, where in the fair palm lay a jade gourd. Lustrous jade, exquisite and small, its hues flowing like water, the touch warm and cool. "You indeed did not disappoint me."