"Chen, am I the one you love the most?"
"Of course it's you."
"Then when are you going to break up with Mo Weilan?"
"Today. That boring woman—I’ve been sick of her for ages." The man growled before pressing his body down onto hers.
Mo Weilan stood outside the bedroom door, peering through the crack to see the two entwined on the bed.
Filthy words poured into her ears, and her entire body trembled with rage.
One was her boyfriend of many years, the other her closest friend.
The two people she had trusted most in this world had now betrayed her in the most intimate way.
She turned, grabbed the electric kettle from the table, and pushed the door open, striding inside.
Before they could react, she flung the scalding water at them.
Amid Meng Zhishan’s piercing shrieks, Shen Haochen shielded her and snapped, "Since you’ve already seen it, let’s just end things now."
"Lanlan, Chen and I are truly in love. Please, just let us be happy."
Mo Weilan let out a cold laugh. "Truly in love? More like a bitch and a dog—perfect for each other! Go to hell, both of you!"
Neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing, and the sight made her stomach churn. She spun around and bolted out of the room.
Meng Zhishan’s expression flickered before she deliberately murmured, "Chen, I feel terrible about Lanlan. I should go check on her—she might do something reckless in the heat of the moment."
...
Mo Weilan stepped out of the residential complex, her body wracked with chills. Her gaze swept across the street before she strode purposefully toward a nearby nightclub. Unbeknownst to her, Meng Zhishan lurked in the shadows, silently trailing behind.
Inside Dynasty Supreme—the most exclusive nightspot in Binhai—Mo Weilan clutched a liquor bottle, pouring drink after drink down her throat. She raised another glass, gulping the burning liquid as bitter words spilled from her lips. "Scumbag... slut... trash... shameless bastard!"
The alcohol seared her throat, but the pain in her heart remained untouched. If anything, the fiery torment in her stomach only grew worse. Staggering to her feet, she swayed toward the restroom.
The moment Mo Weilan disappeared into the bathroom, a furtive waiter slinked to her booth and emptied a packet of white powder into her drink. Oblivious, she emerged later, still unsteady, and collapsed back onto the plush seating. Without hesitation, she grabbed her glass and downed another mouthful.
From the shadows, Meng Zhishan smirked, her stilettos clicking against the floor as she approached. She loomed over Mo Weilan with icy superiority. "Who plays the innocent virgin these days? If you hadn’t kept Ah Chen at arm’s length, he wouldn’t have turned to me."
"Get lost!" Mo Weilan lurched up, swinging wildly, but the alcohol betrayed her, sending her crashing back onto the couch.
Meng Zhishan’s lips curled. The drug was taking effect. "That drink just now? Let’s call it a little... enhancement. Since I stole your man, how about I return the favor tonight?" Her voice dripped with mock sweetness. "Dynasty’s most sought-after male escort—consider it my parting gift to you, *sister*."
Mo Weilan tried to rise, but her head spun violently. Her body swayed backward—then everything went black.
With a cold laugh, Meng Zhishan snapped her fingers at the waiter. "Take her to Room 602. Upstairs."
