The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng slowly woke up, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

Why is she here...?

Wen Yisheng's confused consciousness quickly cleared, and she swiftly recalled what had happened.

Zhong Yue'er called to say she had been assaulted at a nightclub. She went to pick her up with two bodyguards, but they got separated because there were too many people at the nightclub. Then, a man in a floral shirt suddenly appeared and knocked her unconscious.

Where is this...?

Wen Yisheng propped herself up, looked around, and found herself in a luxurious king-size bed room, similar to a hotel room.

She felt weak all over when she moved, nausea accompanied by a headache, and a feeling of wanting to vomit but being unable to. It was probably a side effect of the floral shirt being knocked unconscious by the handkerchief stained with an unknown liquid.

He had obviously been kidnapped.

The other party's motives are unclear; are they after money, sex, or personal grudges?

It's most likely a personal grudge; the note, the marbles on the stairs, the kidnapping at the nightclub—Wen Yisheng subconsciously connected these things together.

If my guess is correct, then who could be the person who went to such lengths to harm her...?

and many more!

Zhong Yue'er?

Is it her? This is too bizarre.

Looking back now, it seems that Zhong Yue'er was just using her past experience of being assaulted on the phone, expressing a sense of empathy, to prevent her from telling anyone, leading her to a nightclub, and then getting into trouble herself at the nightclub.

Wen Yisheng was alarmed by her own conjecture, and her face turned pale. If it was true, what was her purpose in bringing her here?

This is clearly not the time to dwell on who the mastermind is, but rather to prepare for the dangerous situation that is about to arise.

Wen Yisheng got out of bed, walked to the door, and tentatively turned the doorknob.

It's open?

She peered through the crack in the door. The lights were bright outside, and no one was watching.

Wen Yisheng hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed out into a narrow, short passageway.

Wen Yisheng had a vague idea of ​​where she was, and the view she saw through the glass next to the corridor confirmed her guess.

She wasn't in Beijing; outside was the endless sea, and she was on a yacht.

It appears to be a two-story yacht, with the upper deck where she was staying being a rest room.

Laughter and loud music could be heard from the lower level.

Wen Yisheng's fingers trembled as she gripped the wall. Not far away was a small staircase leading down, and she hid behind the wall to look down.

Downstairs on the spacious deck, three men were lounging on the sofa, enjoying the sea view while drinking and dancing, while two scantily clad, sexy women swayed to the music.

Five young men and women, one of whom is already...

"Damn, this is the first time we've done this in the open on a yacht at sea."

"Why isn't Feiyu here? You're usually the most outrageous one, come join us!"

"Feiyu wouldn't even look at the two girls you brought along," the bespectacled guy said with a knowing smile. "There's one lying in the room upstairs. I took a peek, and her face and figure are absolutely stunning. Feiyu's waiting for a feast."

The boy with a tuft of blue hair on his head, who was called Feiyu, smiled.

Li Feiyu took a pink box from the table, poured out three round pills, and swallowed them with his drink.

The boy with glasses clearly knew what the pills in the box were for, and he joked, "Can that girl handle taking so many?"

Blue Hair laughed loudly: "I'll have my way with her all night long."

"...Ugh." Wen Yisheng suddenly shrank back, covering her mouth tightly to prevent herself from vomiting.

She now clearly understands her situation and what the other party's purpose is.