The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Inside the upscale apartment, Meng Zhaoyuan was suddenly jolted awake from a hangover.

Last night I had two unavoidable business engagements, and I drank too much strong liquor. When I got home, I went straight to sleep without even taking off my clothes.

Around 3 a.m., he was choked awake by a burning thirst in his throat. He rubbed his throbbing temples, reached for his phone, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the time on the screen.

He forgot to go find Su Shen.

For some reason, I felt very flustered and couldn't sit still.

Besides, Su Shen's injuries haven't healed yet. If I don't go, he'll definitely be forced to entertain customers again. If he gets hurt and bleeds, and doesn't receive timely medical treatment, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Ignoring the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body.

Meng Zhaoyuan rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face several times. Because he had been drinking, he didn't dare to drive and instead called a car on the app to head to the mansion.

The Pink Mansion was brightly lit late at night.

The receptionist saw him enter and immediately recognized this big spender who frequented the store almost every day, greeting him familiarly: "Mr. Meng, are you ordering 3:30 again tonight?"

"Yes, as usual."

Meng Zhaoyuan was breathing rapidly, wondering how Su Shen was doing, whether her injuries had worsened, and whether she had been bullied by other guests.

He was filled with worry and guilt.

Just as I was about to go upstairs, a cough, neither too loud nor too soft, suddenly came from the direction of the corridor, followed by a faint static from the walkie-talkie.

The receptionist paused, her expression instantly turning somewhat strange, before quickly flashing a professional, apologetic smile.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry... I just received news that 330 just resigned today and is no longer at the mansion."

"How about I arrange 331 to accompany you? He's a newcomer, but he's quite capable."

Resignation?

Meng Zhaoyuan's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat slid down his back.

He knew better than anyone what the mansion was; the servants here were all forced into it, and there was no such thing as "resigning."

Su Shen is in trouble.

"no."

Meng Zhaoyuan's face was ashen, and he exuded a sense of oppression.

"I only need 330. Go and call him out!"

"Sir, the person is really gone, there's nothing we can do..."

The receptionist, sweating profusely, tried to explain, but couldn't convince the person in front of him. The commotion drew frequent glances from several guests who were about to leave.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the lobby manager quickly came over, waved for the receptionist to leave, and personally pulled Meng Zhaoyuan to a secluded corner, where no one would notice, and whispered persuasively:

"Mr. Meng, please calm down."

"330 did indeed resign. After all, we're in business; how can we force someone to stay?"

"How about... you can have toll free, and I'll pick two more top-notch boys to keep you company? What do you think?"

Meng Zhaoyuan ignored the other party's attempts to win him over.

Using his body as cover, he took a half-step forward, pulled a black bank card from his pocket, pretended to shake hands with the manager, but actually quietly slipped the card into the manager's palm and whispered in his ear:

"There are five million inside, and the password is written on the back."

"Can you be honest? To be honest, I really liked that kid, it's such a shame he's leaving like this."

The manager's fingers twitched suddenly.

500 million.

That's his total income over several years of work—how could he not be tempted?

He quickly scanned his surroundings, making sure no spies were watching, then skillfully slid the card into his suit sleeve. He then lowered his voice and said in a mysterious tone:

"Since you won't accept any other arrangements and you reek of alcohol... why don't you go for a walk along the river behind the mansion to sober up?"

Meng Zhaoyuan's eyes narrowed, and he instantly understood the other party's unspoken meaning.

"What kind of attitude is this? Are you kicking me out?! Since 330 isn't here, I'm never coming again!"

He withdrew his hand, deliberately feigning fury, snorted coldly, turned around cursing, and strode out of the mansion.

As soon as he stepped out, Meng Zhaoyuan quickly turned into a shady alley next to the mansion, bypassed pedestrians, and headed straight for the riverbank behind the mansion.

Around four in the morning, a cold river wind blew in my face, making my clothes flutter.

It was pitch black all around, with only the streetlights along the river casting intermittent, dim light on the water. Meng Zhaoyuan lay hidden behind the bushes in the green belt, squinting as he looked at the wide expanse of the river.

A small wooden boat without lights could be vaguely seen floating on the river surface dozens of meters away.

Before you could see clearly, a loud, muffled "plop" suddenly erupted from the water's surface, sending up a large splash!

That was the sound of a heavy object falling into the water.

The small wooden boat then turned around and slowly sailed towards the opposite bank.

Meng Zhaoyuan's heart jumped into his throat. Based on the manager's hint earlier, he was 100% certain that the person thrown into the water was Su Shen!

Human life is at stake; there is absolutely no room for hesitation.

He quickly took off his heavy suit jacket and leather shoes, and taking advantage of the fact that the patrol personnel on the back bank were not paying attention, he plunged into the river.

A bone-chilling cold instantly swept over my body, shattering the remaining effects of the alcohol.

Although it is an inner river of the city, without rapids or dangerous shoals, the river water is icy cold at night, and it is really hard to get used to when you suddenly enter the water.

Without a second thought, Meng Zhaoyuan held his breath and, relying on the approximate location he had just spotted, paddled desperately toward the center of the river. The water was pitch black under the night sky, with only the flickering lights on the shore providing faint reference points.

After swimming for a while, he arrived at the spot where Su Shen had been thrown into the water.

He took a breath and descended, widening his eyes to their limit as he searched the murky, dark water with great difficulty.

The light was extremely poor underwater, and the mud, sand, and fine suspended matter were churned up by the current, making the field of vision less than half a meter wide.

All around was a chaotic darkness, like being stuffed into an upside-down black glass jar.

Just as he was becoming increasingly anxious, a twisted and convulsing figure suddenly appeared in front of him—

It was Su Shen.

The young man's hands were tied behind his back, and his mouth and eyes were wrapped with thick black tape. Like a fish deprived of its ability to breathe, he thrashed wildly in suffocation and excruciating pain, but his body remained motionless at the bottom of the river.

Meng Zhaoyuan was overjoyed and quickly paddled over, reaching out to grab Su Shen's waist to lift him up.

But this tug couldn't move the person even an inch.

Su Shen's body seemed to be nailed to the bottom of the river, sinking firmly to the bottom.

Meng Zhaoyuan sensed something was wrong and reached down to touch the other person's leg. His fingertips touched a cold, rough texture. Su Shen's ankle bone was actually chained with lead weights weighing dozens of kilograms!

The feeling of oxygen deprivation underwater made Meng Zhaoyuan's brain start to swell.

He frantically groped along the chain, confirming that the other person had not locked him up with an iron lock. It seemed that because his hands and feet were bound, he was not worried that the young man would break free. He simply wrapped the chain around his ankle a few times and tied a tight knot.

Meng Zhaoyuan braced his knees against the mud and sand at the bottom of the river to stabilize himself, and with all his might, he dug his fingernails deep into the gaps in the iron chain, slowly tearing the tangled metal chain apart.

Su Shen, who was underwater, had completely lost consciousness.

His struggles grew weaker and weaker, his lungs were empty of air, and the icy river water poured into his mouth and nose. His pupils uncontrollably dilated under the tape, and his whole body slumped downwards.

"Untie it!!"

Meng Zhaoyuan roared inwardly, his fingernails cracking and bleeding from the excessive force, the blood mixing into the river water.

Just as he was on the verge of oxygen deprivation, the cold iron chain finally loosened and slipped off Su Shen's ankle with a "clatter".

The chain fell and sank into the mud, stirring up a cloud of murky sand.

Meng Zhaoyuan dared not pause for even a second.

He reached out and pulled Su Shen's limp waist into his arms, then kicked his legs hard into the muddy riverbed. Using the momentum, he held the cold, thin figure in his arms and rushed towards the light above with all his might.

The distance from the bottom to the surface is only a dozen meters, but due to physical exhaustion, the corrosive effect of low temperature, and the weight of a person, this ascent felt incredibly long.

The excruciating pain in his respiratory tract almost made Meng Zhaoyuan faint, but he held onto Su Shen tightly and refused to let go.

"Splash!!"

The sound of water breaking the silence.