The room was filled with the lingering scent of passion.
After who knew how long, Vivian Wen finally woke up.
She pushed herself up from the bed, her entire body aching, frowning slightly when she saw the marks all over her skin.
From the bathroom came the sound of running water.
Vivian’s eyes brightened.
He’s in the shower?
Afraid the man might demand that she take responsibility, she quickly dressed, gathered the few bills and pieces of jewelry she had left, and placed them on the nightstand—as thanks for “the cure.”
Leaving a small note behind, she fled the hotel in a hurry.

Inside the hotel room.
Simon Min stepped out of the bathroom, but the woman from earlier was already gone.
On the bed, a small, vivid mark of red caught his eye.
His brow furrowed slightly.
Then he noticed what was left on the nightstand.
He chuckled darkly.
The heir of the Min family, CEO of Huasheng Group, the man who controlled the economic lifeline of Haishi—
and she thought she could sleep with him, leave a note, and run away after tossing down less than five hundred yuan?
Not that easy.

Ten minutes later.
Simon stood tall and straight, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cigarette.
He took a slow drag, his thin lips parting as smoke curled lazily between them.
A man, tied up like a zongzi, knelt before him.
“Bro… I swear, I did it for your own good! You’re twenty-eight already, and you’ve never had a girlfriend or even looked at a woman… I was worried! So I… I came up with this idea.”
Simon’s gaze flicked toward the sofa beside him—where faint spots of red still stained the fabric.
His voice was cold as steel.
“What was that woman’s name?”
“What? What woman?”
Victor Wen blinked in confusion.
His brother hadn’t touched a woman in over twenty years.
He’d honestly thought Simon might be… into men.
So yes, last night he had sent someone over—
but it definitely wasn’t a woman.
A woman?
Realization dawned.
Victor’s eyes went wide. “Big brother, I—”
Before he could finish, Simon kicked him hard in the shoulder.
“Check every camera from last night. I don’t care if you have to dig three feet into the ground—find that woman!
If you can’t, you’re going to Africa to take over that project the sick director just left behind.”
Victor stared at his tall, commanding brother for a long moment before it sank in.
And he couldn’t help but feel a chill for that mystery woman.
In Haishi, everyone knew Simon Min was like a leopard—
once he fixed his sights on a target, whether they lived or died depended entirely on his mood.
That woman had actually slept with his brother… and then ran away?
She really had a death wish.

Vivian Wen left the hotel and got into a taxi.
The venomous plotting of Helen Zhao and Ryan Lu echoed endlessly in her mind.
Her nails dug so deep into her palms they drew blood.
She had to do something.
She had to expose them—reveal their true, filthy faces!
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her clothes and walked into the Wen house as if nothing had happened.
The moment she stepped through the door, her father George Wen rose from the sofa.
“Where were you last night? I called your school—they said you never returned to your dorm!”
His eyes were bloodshot with rage, as though he might explode any second.
“George, don’t get so worked up. It’s bad for your health,” Helen Zhao said sweetly beside him, pretending to soothe him. Then she turned toward Vivian with an expression of false concern.
“Vivian, don’t blame your father for being angry. After all, you’re a young woman. Spending the night out… we were worried someone might have taken advantage of you. If anything had happened to you, it’s not just the Wen family’s reputation that would be ruined—but your chastity as a woman…”
Her tone was dripping with fake compassion.
If Vivian hadn’t overheard their plot last night, she might have believed Helen was truly worried about her.
But now—Vivian knew exactly what kind of snake she was.
Sure enough, Helen’s words had the intended effect.
George Wen’s face darkened with fury.
“You’re in your twenties and still so thoughtless! I’ve spoiled you for too long. Today, I’ll show you what discipline means!”
He grabbed a solid wooden stick and swung it down toward Vivian.
Just as it was about to strike her—
Vivian dropped to her knees before him with a loud thud.