The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

More than ten minutes later, Shen Ci felt as if a water-soaked sponge was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She took a deep breath, assuming it was because there were too many people in the hall and the air was not circulating.

Turning around, she saw her father, Shen Xiaoming, holding a wine glass and chatting with several middle-aged men. She didn't go up to disturb him, but turned around and went to the corridor alone for some fresh air.

When they reached the corridor, Shen Ci still felt uncomfortable, and her chest felt increasingly tight.

She leaned against the wall in the corridor, took out her phone, and wanted to call her father.

The moment the screen lit up, Xie Shuyun's voice call popped up.

Shen Ci pressed the answer button, and a girl's bright and clear voice immediately came through the receiver: "Youyou! Let's go to the concert together tonight, I've already reserved seats!"

Suppressing the churning in her stomach, Shen Ci replied softly, "I'm still outside, and I don't know when I'll be able to go back."

Where are you now? I'll pick you up later.

Xie Shuyun's tone was full of excitement.

"I'm in Tinglan Prefecture..." Shen Ci said, but the scenery in front of her began to blur, and a feeling of dizziness washed over her like a tide.

On the other end of the phone, Xie Shuyun keenly sensed something was wrong, and her voice immediately tightened: "Youyou, what's wrong? Your voice doesn't sound right..."

Shen Ci opened her mouth, but before she could answer, a hand covered hers and precisely grasped her wrist.

"Youyou, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Yu's voice rang out in the empty corridor, carrying just the right amount of anxiety and concern.

Shen Ci felt so distressed that even her eyelids felt heavy. She didn't want to talk to her; she just wanted to dial her father's number as soon as possible.

But Shen Yu gripped her hand tighter and tighter, his nails almost digging into her flesh, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Relax..."

Shen Ci strained with all her might to squeeze out those two words, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped from her forehead, sliding down her pale cheeks.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes, and he quickly gave a wink to a waitress not far away.

The two men stepped forward, one on each side, and half-supported, half-dragged Shen Ci towards the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Shen Yu deliberately maintained that gentle and considerate tone, coaxing softly, "Youyou, be good. There's a lounge upstairs. I'll take you there to lie down for a while."

Shen Ci's consciousness was beginning to fade. She never imagined that one day she would be half-supported and half-dragged into a completely unfamiliar room in front of a large crowd.

The phone was lost somewhere in the chaotic shoving...

No matter how Xie Shuyun called out, there was only deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Xie Shuyun's heart sank, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside her.

She immediately hung up the voice call and dialed Xie Shuheng's number.

"Brother! Youyou is at Tinglan Mansion!" As soon as the call connected, Xie Shuyun's voice was filled with barely concealed panic. "I just called her, and her voice sounded really off. Right now... I can't contact her at all!"

Xie Shuheng: "Don't worry, I'm near Tinglan Mansion. I'll go find her now."

Meanwhile, in the private room, Shen Yu settled Shen Ci on the sofa and gently instructed, "Youyou, you rest here. I'll go tell Uncle Shen."

"Click".

The door to the private room was locked.

Shen Ci, clinging to the last shred of her consciousness, tried to stand up from the sofa, but her body went limp like a puddle of mud, and she collapsed heavily onto the thick carpet.

She gritted her teeth and moved with great difficulty, using both her hands and feet, toward the door.

Her vision grew increasingly blurry, and a feeling of dizziness almost overwhelmed her completely.

Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside again.

Shen Ci struggled to lift her head, her gaze piercing through the blurry light and shadow, fixed on the tall figure walking in against the light.

After a brief blank, my brain finally pieced together the memory of that face—

He was the man who grabbed her when she refused to give him her WeChat ID on her father's wedding day.

Later, he was even kicked hard by Senior Yin.

Bai Yifeng looked down at the woman on the ground.

Her beautiful face was flushed with a sickly red from pain and weakness, and her disheveled hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead.

He could never forget that fleeting glimpse he made at the last banquet.

At this moment, she lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, her former aloofness completely shattered, replaced by a parched, broken desire.

This appearance was more captivating than any elaborate dressing up, instantly igniting his sadistic and possessive desires to the extreme.

He slowly squatted down, his long fingers pinching her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"Shen Ci..."

He whispered her name, his voice filled with undisguised infatuation and greed.

He had his eye on her since the last banquet.

At the time, he thought she was the girlfriend of the young master of the Yin family. He couldn't afford to offend someone like Yin Kuo, so he could only suppress his evil thoughts and didn't dare to do anything.

But later he found out that Yin Kuo had recently changed girlfriends, and that she was a young girl who had just debuted in a girl group.

Therefore, Shen Ci and Yin Kuo definitely have no relationship anymore.

This realization emboldened him even further.

Bai Yifeng's fingertips gently caressed her chin. The skin beneath his hands was delicate and smooth, with an unusually high temperature, like fine mutton fat jade melting in his palm.

The smile in his eyes grew stronger, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily, his hot breath spraying onto Shen Ci's pale cheeks.

Shen Ci was trembling all over. She used her last bit of strength to breathe heavily, her voice broken but still carrying an unassailable coldness: "What you're doing... is illegal."

"Is it illegal?"

Bai Yifeng chuckled softly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He leaned down slightly, close to her ear, his voice soft to the point of being eerie, yet carrying a chilling certainty: "Shen Ci, since I dare to touch you, I naturally have every reason to be confident."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand, which had been resting on her chin, slowly slid down her slender neck, and with an irresistible force, went straight into her collar.

Bai Yifeng's fingertips, through the thin fabric of her clothes, roamed freely over her delicate collarbone, his breathing growing heavier.

While he was lost in passion, Shen Ci suppressed her nausea and secretly reached for the small pouch at her waist with her right hand—inside was a half-embroidered sachet with an embroidery needle attached to it.

"Be good," Bai Yifeng leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "so you won't suffer too much later—"

In the moment when he was completely unprepared, Shen Ci suddenly raised her hand and, with the last bit of strength in her body, plunged the cold embroidery needle deep into the spot next to his Adam's apple.

The sensation of the needle piercing her flesh sent a spasm through her stomach, and warm blood splattered on the back of her hand.

"Ah—!" Bai Yifeng screamed and leaned back, clutching his neck with both hands, crimson blood seeping from between his fingers.

His eyes widened, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace: "You're asking for it!"

Before the words were finished, a loud "bang" was heard as the door to the private room was kicked open from the outside. The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a chilling sound.