Chapter 5
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"Uh... ah?"
Lark froze, his brows furrowing as well.
Soon after, a group of girls with long black hair and Asian faces walked in wearing high heels, only to be blasted out again shortly after.
"So he was looking for her." Albert continued stroking his chin, but this time, he suddenly understood.
Lark blinked. Seeing Albert's sudden realization, he seemed to understand something as well. Nudging closer carefully, he asked a taboo question in a small, timid voice:
"Mr. Dayo, is he looking for Miss Ran Xuan?"
In front of everyone, Ran Xuan and Sichen Fleming had a public relationship that made the news. Her long black hair, tall figure, and exquisite face were mesmerizing.
However, Mr. Sichen seemed to just be putting on a show, making his true thoughts impossible to fathom...
Albert let out a long sigh: "That girl should be dead."
Lark was thoroughly shocked: "Huh? Dead?"
"Albert." Inside the presidential suite, a disheveled man walked out.
His gloomy blue eyes were murky and unfathomable.
"Boss." Albert bowed.
"Back to King's Castle."
"Yes, sir."
"Bring her along." Sichen Fleming pinched his temples, his addition sounding offhanded.
"Yes, sir." Albert understood in a second, nodding in response.
On the other side of the manhole was a bustling metropolis. The chef poured scalding hot oil onto the pavement, which slowly trickled into the sewer drain.
A dense surge of heat spread along with it, dripping onto Yimo Qiao's hand like acid.
Her arm trembled slightly, her breathing shallow. She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes anymore...
So hungry... So painful...
Covered in filth and fresh wounds, she lost count of how many times she had fallen down here, numb from pain.
This place made it impossible to distinguish day from night.
Oil and hot water leaked from the cracks in the wall, dripping onto her body. She made no struggle, offered no resistance.
Quietly leaning against the filthy wall...
Awaiting death...
Vaguely, a beam of glaring light shone on her face, and voices floated into her ears...
Once again in a language she barely understood:
"Found her!"
"She's over here!"
"Mr. Dayo, she's still breathing!"
Mr. Dayo? Is that Albert Dayo?
Yimo Qiao struggled to open her dry eyes, looking toward the sound.
A tall man strode in backlit, wearing camo tactical pants with a military T-shirt under an American leather jacket, bursting with rugged power.
Yimo Qiao looked up at him, her voice filled with desperate raspiness: "You again..."
His deep green pupils were dark and fierce. He sneered down at her, speaking in Chinese:
"Count yourself lucky, little mouse. Boss rejected so many stunners just to have trash like you!"
Yimo Qiao felt dead inside: "Just let me die..."
Albert sneered with contempt: "Die? Being favored by the Boss is your good fortune."
"I don't want this kind of good fortune..." Her face was too stiff to form any expression, her eyes filled with self-mockery...
She didn't want to trust foreigners ever again...
"I've brought your passport back."
Hearing this, she finally showed a tiny reaction, looking up at him.
He pulled out a red passport from his pocket, displaying it before her: "You Chinese people care about roots and traditions. Even if you die, you should die on your own soil, right?"
His words were enticing, hinting that she was one step closer to going home.
"Passport... Give me back my passport..." Yimo Qiao struggled to stand up, only to collapse again.
Breathing weakly, she reached out her hand wanting to take the passport in his hand.
"Spend one more night, and everything is negotiable." Albert coldly laid down the condition.
"..." Yimo Qiao's eyes blurred as tears spilled over...
It had been so long since she last saw her passport...
The red passport bore the words "Yahua People's Empire", allowing her to finally see real hope...
Spend one more night with Sichen Fleming...
Okay...
I'll spend it...
I'll just spend it then...
The girl resigned to her fate and hung her head. At the thought of getting her passport back after tonight, her emotions surged so intensely that she actually fainted—
"Take her, sanitize her, wash her clean." Seeing her comply, Albert put away the passport, took off his leather jacket, and covered her with it.
He stood up and commanded.
"Yes, sir!"
All of this felt like a dream...
Was it a dream?
King's Castle.
On the French-style nightstand, blue roses were arranged in an angel vase.
The petals sparkled with tiny silver drops, glowing with an eerie blue light that looked mysterious in the dark.
A plate of Italian cold noodles was also placed nearby...
"Albert."
In the silent air came the man's low, dry voice.
When Yimo Qiao snapped awake, the delicate scent of blue roses wafted into her nose...
In her memory, after being found in the sewer, a group of bodyguards had grabbed her and forced a pill down her throat.
She knew that pill—it was the kind that made one excited regardless of hunger or weakness.
It also made her unable to feel the pain on her body...
She was taken to another place by those bodyguards, surrounded by numerous women wiping her down. She was like a broken ragdoll, half-conscious and at their mercy...
Now that she was awake, the pill had clearly taken effect.
The stench of the sewer was gone, as if she had never been thrown in there at all...
Yimo Qiao exerted every ounce of strength to move his heavy arm off her body.
She sat on the bed weakly. Only after calming down did she realize she had already been brought to Sichen Fleming's side.
It was his voice that had awakened her.
She looked down to inspect her attire—a brand-new light blue nightgown. The blue matched the color of the blue roses nearby, made of luxurious fabric, carrying an irresistible allure...
Her legs were clad in over-the-knee blue lace stockings, squeezing her uncomfortably...
She pulled off the stockings. Before her thoughts could fully return, dizzy spells made her world spin.
Unable to stay sitting, Yimo Qiao collapsed beside him once more.
So dizzy...
Dizzy enough to make her want to vomit, her chest suffocating as if pressed by a boulder.
After recovering for a long while, Yimo Qiao gradually regained clarity.
Her vision cleared up as well.
While cautiously crawling toward the edge of the bed, she turned her head to check his condition. He had clearly been drinking and was fast asleep...
Her bare feet touched the floor. Holding onto the wall, she walked slowly toward the door.
"Albert... Water."
After an unknown time, the man called out again.
Yimo Qiao ignored him. Having finally reached the room door, she twisted the handle only to find it wouldn't budge, seemingly locked from the outside.
Fearing that continuing to rattle it might wake him, Yimo Qiao gave up on leaving through the door.
She walked over to the massive latticed window. Outside was a boundless sea of stars, breathtakingly beautiful, yet the window couldn't be opened either.
Yimo Qiao felt trapped in a fairy tale world belonging only to a demon.
She curled up under the blue roses, her eyes looking around in an attempt to find a new exit.
Cold air blew in from somewhere, making her shiver...
"Albert Dayo!" The man lost his patience.
Yimo Qiao blanked for a second upon hearing the magnetic low voice.
She paused. Her mind was clear now. Looking toward the man on the bed, she pondered whether to call Albert in.
"Are you dead?!" Sichen Fleming questioned irritably.
Yimo Qiao lowered her head in thought. He seemed to have drunk quite a bit tonight. He'd probably go to sleep after drinking water, right?
At this thought, she dizzily walked to the tea table, poured a glass of water, hesitated for a moment, then walked over and handed it to him.
"H-Here you go..." Yimo Qiao said shakingly.
A large hand snatched it abruptly. The man lay on the bed, half his body dangling over the edge.
Dim yellow light smudged across his back and short hair, layering him in gentle malevolence, like a Western deity...
This dirty scoundrel was actually so handsome?
Yimo Qiao blinked, her vision even clearer than before.
She froze for a moment.
Huh?
Her eyes were healed?
"When did you get here?"
In the quiet air came his noble, low voice.
Yimo Qiao shuddered, ducking her head submissively...
"Not answering means you're mad at me?"
Sichen Fleming sat up on the bed, rubbing his temples in pain.
Yimo Qiao gritted her teeth, finally gathering the courage to speak: "Mr. Sichen, I have no bad intentions. I really just want to go home...
Even if you just took me out of Baiser City, I would be very grateful. I could go to the Chinese Embassy on my own... But why did you have to throw me into the sewer... and why did you pick me back up?"
The girl's voice carried aggrieved confusion: "I... I already gave it to you last night... My first time... I gave it all to you... I want to go home... But... you didn't keep your promise..."
"You want to know the reason?" The man asked coldly.
"Yes..."
"I got beaten up quite a bit last night." Sichen Fleming summarized simply, his large hand touching his face.
"..." Yimo Qiao's cheeks flushed red instantly as she stammered an explanation, "I was too scared... and you were so rough... I didn't mean to..."
Meaning if he were gentler, it probably wouldn't be a problem.
Unfortunately, he liked taking control, and was dominant and rough...
"Is that so?" He curled his lips.
"I-If you... didn't force me... I... I wouldn't have hit you..."
"You hitting me is why I used force, little thing."
Click—
The man pressed the light control switch, and the room instantly lit up.
A futuristic yet French luxury room revealed itself, so bright she couldn't open her eyes for a moment.
Inspecting her surroundings with clear vision, she noticed this room's decor didn't look like Queen's City...
Where had she been brought to?
Yimo Qiao looked up, meeting those deep blue eyes.
Only then did she realize—he was actually this handsome!
Raven black short hair scattered messily over his forehead, sharp, deep, and three-dimensional Western features, a facial structure like a 3D model.
Thick eyebrows pressed low over deep ocean-blue eyes, like French Klein blue, the most precious sapphire in the world.
Possessing sharp aggressiveness, a mature, cold, noble, and insane aura...
His thin lips were blood-red yet full, his entire body radiating an intimidating presence that seemed to crush everything...
"..."
It was Yimo Qiao's first time seeing such a top-tier facial structure! Although she thoroughly disliked him, she couldn't help her heart skipping a beat at how handsome he was!
W-What a shocking face! A face with no substitute in reality!
Enchanting to the extreme...
She had mostly seen him at night under dim light, plus she was starving and beaten by those thugs until her vision was blurry...
Now she could finally see clearly!
Gosh! He looked so...
Yimo Qiao stood stunned, lost for words.
Wait...
She snapped back to reality.
She was slept with by a man like this? So... violently...
At this thought, Yimo Qiao's scalp went numb!
"What are you looking at?" Sichen Fleming rested his handsome face on his hand, catching her dazed expression.
His movements were elegant and regal, every gesture like a deity passing judgment.
Again, no response.
Sichen Fleming lowered his head and grunted softly: "Quite a stubborn little mouth. I don't like stubborn ones."
Yimo Qiao pulled back her thoughts, her nervous tone carrying stubbornness:
"I'm sorry, my personality has been stubborn since I was little. You shouldn't lack women, Mr. Sichen. You won't be interested in an uninteresting person like me..."
"Hungry?" He asked out of nowhere.
The question made Yimo Qiao pause. She bit her lip and nodded: "Mm..."
"There's a plate of cold noodles over there. Eat it all," he said lazily, pointing his deep blue eyes toward the nightstand.
"Th-Thank you..." Yimo Qiao followed his gaze.
Seeing food, her legs and hands trembled, wishing she could shove it straight into her stomach!
The man smiled.
This little thing was actually quite polite.
She walked to the nightstand, picked up the plate of noodles, sat on the floor, and buried her head in eating...
The noodles seemed to be black pepper beef spaghetti, topped with two small cherry tomatoes and a fried egg, tasting delicious. She couldn't care less and started devouring it in large bites...
Remembering Albert's warning, Yimo Qiao tried her best to chew softly without making noise.
Every movement was within his sight.
"What drug did you use last night?" The man lit a cigarette with one hand, asking casually.
Yimo Qiao munched on the pasta, answering cautiously: "I didn't drug you, you drank it yourself..."
He curled his lips mischievously: "Chinese herbal medicine is indeed impressive. It made me unable to forget last night..."
"You drank it yourself..." Yimo Qiao swallowed the food in her mouth, reminding him again.
The man stopped talking, waiting patiently for her to finish.
In just a few bites, the cold noodles were completely finished by Yimo Qiao.
Full and satisfied, Yimo Qiao put the plate back on the nightstand, continuing to kneel on the floor with her head down, waiting for what he had to say next.
"Thirsty? There's a glass of milk there." His deep voice sounded pleasant, dangerously charming.
"Thank you!" Yimo Qiao licked her lips, holding the milk and gulping it down.
The milk was so delicious! Neither too thick nor too light, super sweet! Yimo Qiao almost cried while drinking it...
This was her first time feeling full after being in this country for so long...
However, Sichen Fleming frowned watching her. How did this little thing starve to this state?
"What did Albert feed you these past two days?" He inquired out of boredom.
"I..." Yimo Qiao sniffled.
"Speak." His face was cold.
"...One piece of bread a day... Sometimes he forgot about me..." Yimo Qiao muttered her answer.
Hearing this, the man's body shook, his deep blue eyes reflecting the girl's aggrieved look.
No wonder she was fainting repeatedly last night, her strength to hit him so weak. That bastard Albert...
"I'll teach him a lesson for you."
Suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, he stated calmly.
"Don't... I'm afraid he'll hold a grudge..." Yimo Qiao panicked, shaking her head repeatedly.
The man's face darkened: "Would he dare?"
"..." The girl's breath hitched.
This Sichen Fleming... his oppressive aura was so strong...
"Full? Want anything else to eat? Name it." He rarely cared about a woman.
"F-Full." Yimo Qiao wiped her lips.
"See that small packet of white powder?" His long index finger pointed to the French tea table not far away.
Yimo Qiao's eyes followed his finger.
"Perform how you drugged me last night one more time." He retracted his hand, continuing to rest his handsome face while looking at her.
"W-What?" The girl opened her black eyes in panic, stepping back involuntarily.
Did he feed her full just to... consume her?
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