You Son Of A Bitch! You Used Me!

The sound of someone leafing through a newspaper woke Jiang Ruolan from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a beautiful crystal chandelier. She groaned in pain as she tried to get up. "My head hurts so much."

"You're awake."

Jiang Ruolan almost screamed when she heard an unfamiliar voice beside her. Noticing a man sitting beside her, she quickly pulled the blanket to cover her body. "You... Who're you?"

The man lazily folded the newspaper and placed it on the nightstand. His cold black eyes, which seemed to be filled with mist, were looking into her panicked eyes. A thin smile appeared on his lips.

'Who is this man?'

'And where am I now?'

'What happened last night?'

Jiang Ruolan was so confused by the situation. The last thing she remembered was having dinner with Han Xuegang and the rest was blank.

"I-" Before she could say anything, the door to the room flew open, and a group of reporters immediately gathered in front of the bed.

When Jiang Ruolan saw Han Xuegang enter the room, she immediately felt her whole body being doused with cold water.

All eyes were on Jiang Ruolan and the man beside her. Her body stiffened when she saw Han Xuegang walking step by step toward the bed. Jiang Ruolan was about to explain the real situation when Han Xuegang said something she didn't understand.

"It's only been a year since you've been here, and when I think of all the rumors you've caused, I've to laugh. President Xian, who'd have thought that you could cause so many rumors? It seems that you're so comfortable with your position that you don't care about any of this."

Han Xuegang didn't look at Jiang Ruolan at all. His cold eyes seemed to penetrate her body, staring at the man beside her like a hawk.

Jiang Ruolan immediately looked at the calm man beside her with a surprised expression.

President Xian?

As in Xian Zihao?

The twenty-eight-year-old CEO of H City's largest financial company, Xian Group. The grandson that Xian Tingfeng was proud of?

However, Jiang Ruolan had no more desire to know about this mysterious man. She only glanced at him for a moment before finally understanding the meaning behind Han Xuegang's words.

"Rumors?" Jiang Ruolan was stunned for a moment before her eyes stared at Han Xuegang's haughty face in disbelief.

Han Xuegang didn't seem to notice Jiang Ruolan's panicked expression. His cold, contemptuous face continued to look at Xian Zihao.

Jiang Ruolan's face instantly turned pale. She looked at Han Xuegang, who was ignoring her and at the constant flashing of the camera behind him. Her lips trembled. "You're using me?"

Han Xuegang didn't answer. He took out a stack of photos and threw them on the bed. "President Xian, according to insider reports, your personal life has been very turbulent lately. Can I bother you to accompany me to meet the higher-ups?"

"Han Xuegang, answer my question!" Jiang Ruolan's eyes turned red as she kept staring at Han Xuegang.

"Miss, please calm down. We know what President Xian did to you is a big blow to you. We-"

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Jiang Ruolan was about to get up when she suddenly felt warmth on her shoulders, and her body was gently pushed down by Xian Zihao.

He then pulled the blanket over her exposed shoulders. The indifferent looks of the reporters in the room didn't affect him at all.

Jiang Ruolan frowned when she saw him acting like that.

When Xian Zihao saw Jiang Ruolan looking at him, he just smiled and said softly to her, "Honey, be careful. I don't want you to catch a cold later."