Chapter 4 Misunderstanding

Before she could speak, the hand under her chin tightened, and the man staring at her coldly snorted.

The faint smell of alcohol wafted out, sending a surge of danger that nearly gave her chills.

"How much did the old man pay you?"

Ling Fei blinked, a flash of confusion passing in her eyes.

The old man? Her father was still in a hospital bed, so he couldn't be referring to him.

"Playing dumb, huh?"

Song Tianmo loosened his grip on her chin, his fingers caressing her delicate face.

He smiled slightly.

Inch by inch, he slowly explored.

Ling Fei's cheek blushed, feeling as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her face, the emptiness within her intensified.

"So young and pretty, tell me, how much did he offer you to willingly climb into my bed, huh? Do you understand the consequences of being in my bed? Do you know what would happen?"

His voice was low and gentle, like the coos of a lover, making Ling Fei's heart quiver.

Such a demon!

It was a calamity to women just by his looks alone, made worse by his infuriating smile. What if she couldn't resist him?

Ling Fei seemed to understand with sudden clarity. She had come to a place she shouldn't have, and this man… thought she was sent by someone else.

It must have been the misunderstanding of those two men in the elevator.

She vaguely recalled what the two men on their phones in the elevator had said - something about a white dress, straight unbleached hair, and being about twenty years old...

"I'm not... I'm not..." Ling Fei attempted to explain under his cold yet amused gaze, only to find her voice hoarse and fragmented.

She coughed violently.

"Unlikely? Do you think I would believe you?"

"I really didn't…"

"Five million... ten million? Or twenty million? Afraid to admit the amount, or not brave enough to acknowledge your actions? If you tell me, I might even be inclined to add more to your account. How about double what he offered?" Song Tianmo coldly chuckled, his voice suddenly turning ice cold.

"No, I'm not…"

Seeing her continue to deny, Song Tianmo lost his patience. He abruptly withdrew his hand and stood straight up.

"Get out! Don't let me see you again!"

With cold words, he hurriedly left the room.

Watching his retreating figure, Ling Fei took a deep breath and collapsed weakly onto the bed.

She knew she should leave, but she didn't dare to. Considering her current state, she knew she'd be in trouble if she left.

And this cold and aloof man clearly didn't have the slightest inclination to touch her.

The disdain and contempt in his eyes were so obvious that she couldn't ignore them.

She might be safer here.

She rolled on the bed with her body burning like a flame.

She rubbed herself hard against it.

Instead of solving her problem, it stirred up an unfamiliar thirst in her.

She imagined the horrifying scene where she left the hotel, lost control of her body's desires, and randomly clung to some stranger that caught her eye, unperturbed by the gawking crowd...

Just the thought gave her chills and an eerie feeling. If that sincerely happened, her stepmother would have accomplished her sinister intentions.

Staggering out of bed, she rushed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was luxurious with everything one could need. Ling Fei, however, saw nothing but the large bathtub in the middle of the room. She clambered into it, using both her hands and feet.