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

Meng Zhaoyuan finally led Su Shen out of the river.

He gasped for breath of fresh air, coughing violently, and quickly lifted Su Shen out of the water.

The water flowed gently, and the river surface was calm. In contrast, the stillness of the night made the struggle just now seem particularly ferocious.

The young man in her arms was already deathly pale, his eyes were closed, his lips were a strange bluish-purple, and his chest was not rising or falling. He had obviously fallen into a deep coma because he had been underwater for too long and had choked on water.

Meng Zhaoyuan used the last bit of his strength to paddle along the calm water and finally drag Su Shen onto the slippery shore.

Both of them were soaking wet and looked extremely disheveled.

Ignoring his exhaustion, the man knelt beside Su Shen, raised his hand and tore off the black tape that had lost its stickiness from being wet, from Su Shen's mouth and eyes, and then fiercely ripped off the remaining chain stuck in his shinbone.

The young man in her arms was deathly pale, his lips were purple, and he was clearly not breathing; his chest was not rising or falling at all.

"Su Shen! Wake up!! Don't scare me!!!"

Meng Zhaoyuan patted his cheek, which was icy cold to the touch. He didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly laid the person flat on the grass, turning his head to clean his mouth and nose.

Having struggled violently at the bottom of the river, and with the black tape losing its stickiness and failing to provide any barrier, Su Shen's mouth and nose were filled with a lot of silt from the riverbed.

Normally, Meng Zhaoyuan, who always loved cleanliness, would have backed away.

But the situation was urgent, so he didn't care about the dirt. He used his fingers to pick out the mud and sand, then placed his hands on the center of the young man's chest and performed chest compressions based on his first aid knowledge.

Once, twice, three times... thirty times.

With each press, Meng Zhaoyuan's heart sank.

Even after a set of CPR was completed, the young man remained unresponsive.

He panicked immediately.

Ignoring everything else, he immediately took a deep breath, pressed his lips to Su Shen's lips, and performed artificial respiration, forcibly blowing air into the other's lungs.

After two artificial respirations, he continued to press on the chest cavity desperately.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man lying flat on the ground stirred slightly and coughed violently.

"Cough... Ugh..."

Large amounts of cold river water mixed with silt gushed from Su Shen's mouth and nose.

He convulsed a few times, vomiting up all the water in his stomach, but remained in a deep coma.

The crisis is not over.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and employees finishing their night shifts began to emerge from the back door of the mansion.

Meng Zhaoyuan wrapped the unconscious Su Shen in his dry coat, carried him on his back, and quickly disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness.

He flagged down a taxi on the main road and hurried to his private villa on the outskirts of the city.

Although the person was rescued, the crisis was not over.

Something must have happened last night for the mansion to choose to silence Su Shen. He cannot be careless and must avoid any unforeseen complications.

To prevent the other side from discovering Su Shen's escape and thus blaming him, Meng Zhaoyuan decided to lay low and hide with his men.

This villa is part of a development project by the Meng family. It hasn't been put on sale yet, and he secretly kept one vacant. Few people know about it, so it's safe enough.

They had only been gone for a dozen minutes when the two men who had thrown Su Shen into the river also got off work, and one of them happened to be passing by on his way home.

Seeing the waterlogged tape, broken chains, and signs of climbing ashore on the ground, he was horrified and ran all the way back to the Pink Mansion to report it.

The mansion's senior management took this matter very seriously and immediately consulted Lu Jinci, who was in Beijing. After receiving the order to "kill without mercy," they quickly convened a meeting with the staff who were on duty the previous night.

After analysis, everyone unanimously concluded that Meng Zhaoyuan was behind it, and the manager, wiping the sweat from his brow, nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The higher-ups immediately sent people to search Meng Zhaoyuan's residence and the vicinity of his company, but they found nothing.

Meanwhile, in the suburban villa, it was already broad daylight.

Su Shen slowly opened his eyes in the warm bed, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

My whole body ached, and my throat was burning and dry, but I could breathe easily. There was no cold river water or biting wind around me.

I am still alive.

A feeling of being in another world washed over me.

His gaze shifted, and he saw Meng Zhaoyuan sitting on a chair by the bed, rubbing his temples.

The man had changed out of his wet clothes, and there were still bloodstains on his fingertips from tearing the chains.

His memories returned instantly, and before his last shred of consciousness faded, he vaguely saw someone swimming towards him.

"Mr. Meng..." Su Shen said in a hoarse voice, his eyes suddenly reddening.

Meng Zhaoyuan looked up and, seeing that he was awake, breathed a sigh of relief: "You're awake? How are you feeling? Is there anything that's particularly uncomfortable?"

"I...I thought I was dead."

The young man struggled to sit up, his voice trembling, "You saved me... Thank you, Mr. Meng, thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored the excruciating pain in his body, threw off the blanket, and was about to kneel down on the ground, wanting to kowtow to the savior in front of him.

Meng Zhaoyuan frowned, quickly reached out to support the other person's shoulder, and pressed him back onto the bed: "What are you doing? Lie down, you're still injured."

Tears streamed down Su Shen's face, her voice choked with emotion: "If it weren't for you, I would be rotting at the bottom of the river by now. I can never repay this kindness in my entire life..."

Meng Zhaoyuan sighed, took the warm water from the side and handed it to him. Looking at the young man's body covered in wounds, he spoke with lingering fear:

"Last night was dangerous too. Those people at the mansion are really ruthless. They tied dozens of kilograms of lead weights to your feet, and we almost drowned together."

"I still feel scared when I think about it, but luckily I'm very fortunate to have survived."

Su Shen took a sip of water, lowered his head, gripped the water glass tightly with both hands, and his body was still trembling slightly.

Meng Zhaoyuan looked at him, his playful expression vanishing, and said seriously:

"You don't need to kneel down to me, and you don't need to feel like you owe me a huge favor."

"After all, Yunqi entrusted me to take care of you. Since I promised him, I can't just let you die silently."

Mentioning Song Yunqi, Su Shen's eyes flickered: "The higher-ups must be suspecting me now. I wonder how things are going with Mr. Song?"

"I don't know either."

Meng Zhaoyuan shook his head, took out his phone and pressed a few buttons, but the screen did not respond.

"I forgot to take my phone out of my pocket, and it got wet for too long and is now broken."

"Right now, the people from the mansion and the Lu family are definitely searching for us everywhere. We can't go out to get new equipment for the time being. We'll talk about it when things calm down."

Su Shen gripped the cup tightly and nodded gently.

"Okay, whatever you say."