Night, as dark as ink.
Torrential rain, thunder roaring endlessly.
The pitch-black night, like a gaping maw ready to devour the world.
The Grand Cloud Hotel.
In the Presidential Suite 520, on the bed.
A wave of heat descended.
Qin Luoyin was flushed with embarrassment, her hands clenched tightly as she implored in a soft, mosquito-like voice, "Be gentle, please."
The man paused slightly, without uttering a word.
Nevertheless, he didn't cease his actions.
Qin Luoyin bit down on her lip tightly, and clearly saw the man's eyes growing darker.
Qin Luoyin resignedly closed her eyes.
This was all voluntary on her part. No one else was to blame. She had sold herself to him in order to have him lend a helping hand.
The atmosphere within the room became increasingly ambiguous.
Suddenly, a wave of suffocating pain washed over her and Qin Luoyin winced in agony.
At this moment, the man abruptly halted, looking at Qin Luoyin in incredulity.
Qin Luoyin was on the verge of tears.
She did not understand why the man, who just now was as brutal as a beast, had suddenly stopped.
The man had stiffly turned to gaze at her, saying with utter astonishment: "Is this your first time?"
Qin Luoyin, filled with embarrassment, had nowhere to hide. She was racked with pain and nervousness, biting her lip fiercely.
Upon seeing his shocked expression, Qin Luoyin felt a pang of pain so sharp that her teeth began to tremble.
With great effort, she nodded her head, silently questioning, 'is there a problem?' 'Did he assume it was not?'
And rightfully so!
After all, she was a married woman.
The man fell silent for a moment, a flash of complex and obscure emotions coursing through his eyes.
Suddenly, he leaned in close to Qin Luoyin's ear, let out a low sigh and said, "I'm sorry! I'll be gentle! I... didn't know earlier."
Qin Luoyin was still somewhat bewildered.
However, what followed next were his movements, which were extraordinarily gentle.
His warm breath cascaded over Qin Luoyin's neck and shoulders.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise steadily.
Qin Luoyin even felt that his mood seemed to have improved!
The room was sweltering, the night sunk in darkness.
The downpour had stopped, she didn't know when.
When Qin Luoyin woke up again, it was still not dawn.
The events of the past few days slowly flood into her mind.
Just three days ago, on her wedding night.
Her husband, Mu Haotian, whom she had loved for many years, duped her into signing a share ownership certificate, which was actually a share transfer agreement. As soon as he obtained her signature, he disappeared.
Yesterday, he came back.
And then he forced her to sign a divorce agreement.
The newly-married villa also got sold by him.
Overnight, she and her grandfather were evicted from their home.
Upon knowing this, her grandfather Qin Huaiyu suffered from a relapse of his heart disease due to anger, and had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Then it dawned on her, this was all a trap set by Mu Haotian.
He wanted her grandfather to die, and the Qin family to be left without anyone to rely on.
In the hospital, the words of the chief surgeon, struck like a bolt out of the blue, severing her last strand of hope.
"He said that Grandfather might become comatose, and probably, he will never wake up again."
Faced with the doctor's sympathetic gaze, Qin Luoyin sat directly on the ground, like a soul that had lost its way.
"Stand up. It's cool on the ground. Easy to catch a cold!" came a chilling voice suddenly.
Upon hearing this, Qin Luoyin lifted her head.
What met her gaze was an incredibly handsome face that could drive people mad.
This was the first time Qin Luoyin was in such close proximity to Mo Yichen.
Previously, she had only glimpsed him from afar at banquets.
Mo Yichen was the most handsome and dashing man in Pingcheng.
He was also the most powerful and influential man in Pingcheng.
Even more so, he was the Prince Charming in the hearts of all the women in Pingcheng.
Money, status, power, looks -- he has them all. The man referred to here is none other than Mo Yichen.
