Mu Qingqing slowly opened her eyes, the bright light causing her to squint. She tried to move, but her body felt heavy and lethargic. Confusion set in as she tried to piece together her surroundings. She was lying on a plush sofa in a familiar living room adorned with expensive furniture and decorations.
The realization of where she was hit her like a ton of bricks. She was at the Mo Mansion – the home of Mo Qinhe and the place she hated the most.
What was she doing here? And what happened?
Her brows furrowed as she sat up, trying to shake off the dizziness. She took in her surroundings, her mind still foggy from whatever drug she had been given. The last thing she remembered was being in that bridal room, touching up her makeup, when she suddenly caught a whiff of a potent drug.