Chapter 3 – Instant Karma
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As soon as Mo Xiaoxi returned to the office, she got a call: there had been a car accident on the South Ring Road. Without a second thought, she grabbed her press pass and bolted out.
But just as she crossed the gate of Tianyu Media, a black SUV screeched to a stop—and she was kidnapped.
The man behind the operation? None other than Ye Zhen.
His expression was icy, unreadable. Without a word, he signaled his men to bind her wrists. Mo Xiaoxi, though panicking inside, plastered on a forced smile.
"Young Master Ye," she said weakly, “I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding. Let’s talk, okay?”
He didn’t reply.
She tried again, “Come on, I even left you a—”
“Shut up!” he barked.
Mo Xiaoxi immediately bit her lip, eyes wide, trying to guess what he’d do next. The car took several sharp turns before pulling up in front of the Ye family’s secluded estate.
Ye Zhen dragged her out and dropped her roughly on the ground.
“Get inside,” he ordered.
Her legs tied, Mo Xiaoxi had no choice but to hop behind him like a clumsy rabbit. Inside, Ye Zhen sank into the leather couch, refusing to even look her way, as if she were an insect on the floor.
Mo Xiaoxi knew she’d made trouble for herself—but seriously, she’d only taken a few photos! It wasn’t like she’d blackmailed him. And let’s not forget, she was the one whose life had been upended.
She took a deep breath and tried to sound composed.
"Young Master Ye—"
“I said shut up!”
He stood abruptly, grabbing her and throwing her onto the couch.
"Are you insane?!" she shouted.
Ye Zhen smirked coldly, looming over her. “You’re the one who drugged me last night. Shouldn’t I be the one asking questions?”
“What drugging?! I didn’t do anything!” she snapped back, flushed with anger and shame.
“Oh, forgot already? Need me to help you remember?” His words dripped with sarcasm.
He leaned close, but this time, Mo Xiaoxi didn’t cower. She stared him down, defiant.
“I don’t care what you think happened, but I had nothing to do with it!”
Ye Zhen straightened, his laugh humorless. “And yet, somehow my drink was spiked, and you just happened to be there, conveniently.”
Mo Xiaoxi’s voice trembled now. “Maybe someone else set us up. Did that thought occur to you?”
Ye Zhen’s jaw tensed. He turned away, pacing like a predator with no outlet for his rage.
“You ruined everything,” he finally said, quieter now, but more bitter. “The person I love... will never trust me again.”
Mo Xiaoxi let out a harsh laugh. “And that’s my fault? You think lying to her would’ve protected your love? That’s not love, Ye Zhen—that’s cowardice.”
The words hit harder than she expected. He stared at her, pained and furious.
“I didn’t lie. I was careful. You destroyed it.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then, Ye Zhen took out his phone, scrolling through something before tossing a small stack of photos onto the coffee table in front of her.
“These were taken last night,” he said. “Don’t worry, I haven’t shared them—yet.”
Mo Xiaoxi picked them up, her face paling.
“Are you threatening me now?”
“Only if you keep pretending you’re the victim. You embarrassed me publicly. I lost more than just face.”
Mo Xiaoxi clenched her fists. “So, what, you want revenge?”
Ye Zhen sighed, sitting down heavily. “I want the truth. That’s all.”
This time, her voice was soft. “I don’t know what happened. But I swear, I didn’t drug you. If someone set you up, they used me too.”
He watched her for a moment. Then nodded—just once.
“I’ll find out who did it,” he said finally. “You can go.”
Mo Xiaoxi staggered to her feet, shaken but relieved. Without another word, she turned and left, the cold air outside clearing her mind.
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