The CEO's Porcelain Wife

Victim

Sima Chun rushed to the top floor and boarded the super-small, luxurious helicopter. This helicopter had been specially customized, with three times the speed and safety of an ordinary helicopter. It only took five minutes to fly from the Empire Building to the Sima Mansion.

Heavens, the entire front and back yards of the mansion were packed with cars. There was no space to land his helicopter. He circled over the mansion two or three times but had no choice other than to land on the large balcony outside his bedroom on the third floor.

When he stepped out of his bedroom, he was startled. Dozens of models dressed in nightgowns bowed to him in unison, “Good evening, President,” their unified tone sounding like they had rehearsed beforehand. The nightgowns were beautiful, but they were too revealing, and all the women were without bras, going completely commando, as if waiting for him to use them. In the past, he would have happily accepted them all without any hesitation, but today he felt completely uninterested, and a sense of disgust even washed over him. He couldn’t show a lack of grace as the host: “Ladies, I just returned, and I’m going to go wish the Old Madam a happy birthday. Please let me through.”

The models moved to either side, and Sima Chun went downstairs without even looking back. The music on the second floor was provocative, with a large group of women watching pole dancing. Heavens, there isn't a single man there. Are these women normal? He didn’t dare stay on the second floor.

He was stunned when he got to the first floor. The main hall had been transformed into something resembling a movie theatre, with the Old Madam and Madam seated on raised platforms, surrounded by several young women. And in the seats below, there was an endless sea of beautiful women, each more gorgeous than the last, quietly whispering to each other in groups of two or three. Are those two women bored and just holding a beauty pageant? he thought.

"Grandma, I wish you a happy birthday and may you have many more birthdays to come," he said, handing the Old Madam a gift box.

"Oh, my good grandson, you finally came. Grandma thought you wouldn't come. Look, the banquet is almost over,” she said, her face filled with displeasure, but she wouldn’t embarrass him in front of so many women.

“Grandma, I was really busy today, you know that,” he said, providing a sufficient excuse.

“Yes, my grandson is so busy. So, grandma wants to choose a virtuous wife for you from these socialites. What do you think?”

The old woman truly means what she says. One month ago, she told him to bring a woman home, and if he didn't, then they would choose someone for him. This time, she was serious.

“Grandma, where are An Da and Secretary Lin?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Those two went home first.” Hmph, grandson, don’t blame me, your two most capable assistants can’t help you tonight, she thought.

“But I just saw the helicopter parked in the yard.”

“Oh, they went back by car. Why, would grandma ever need to lie to you?” Gao Suqing quickly cut in, thinking, Let's see how you get out of this tonight.

Sima Chun realized that something was off. Knowing An Da’s professional attitude, he would have definitely called him before leaving. Those two women aren’t going to let me off the hook tonight.

In another guest room on the third floor, An Da was laying a limp and groggy Lin Yue on the bed, covering her with a blanket. Just a small glass of red wine given to us by the Madam, it shouldn’t have caused us to be so drunk. He had never seen her like this before. And she was flushed red, with the quilt having fallen off the bed without her noticing, she was writhing like a snake, her hands gripping the sides of her skirt, her body moving restlessly, "Oh no, Secretary Lin has been drugged by the Madam, and why am I not affected, when I drank some of the wine too? Why would she drug a secretary? Surely it's not because the Madam fancies her? Does she want the President to...?"

Oh… I’m so hot… I’m so uncomfortable… She said, rolling on the bed, moaning, her dress having unbuttoned itself, revealing her ample bosom, with Lin Yue struggling to pull at the cloth, muttering, Oh so hot… oh so uncomfortable….

I have to warn the President, he thought. I don’t even know if the President has come yet. He searched his pockets but couldn’t find his phone, Oh no, did they target me too? He felt himself getting hot, and a throbbing pain below, his head was spinning and he was struggling to stay upright. I need to leave here. It was clear that the Madam had planned this. An Da had graduated from the Chinese Special Forces school and had received professional training for cases like this. He knew how to control himself against most aphrodisiacs, but the drug that the Madam used today was probably a little too potent. I can probably leave by myself but what about Lin Yue? If I leave by myself what is going to happen to her? An Da walked quickly towards her: “Secretary Lin, we need to leave here now. Quickly, put your clothes on.”

He helped pull up her shirt, Oh no, all the buttons are gone. He immediately took off his coat and put it on her backwards…

He had a soft spot for Lin Yue, but her cold and distant personality kept him away, and so he had never dared to get close to her. Ignoring his body's burning heat, he picked her up, pulled her skirt down, Oh heavens, what kind of drug did the Madam give her? The bed is completely soaked.

She writhed in his arms, her hands still grabbing at the coat he had put on her, and her hair was all messed up. He felt she still had some control over herself. He pushed her hair away from her face, and noticed that her eyes were squeezed shut, and that she was crying, Poor Lin Yue, she is trying so hard to control herself.

“Lin Yue, I’ll take you away. Please, be good, I’ll help you do up the coat,” The effects of the drugs were taking hold, his body starting to ache, and he could feel himself losing control.

“You go… I… I can't… go out… like this,” she said, thrashing around on the bed, her sharp nails digging into her skin. She tried hard not to scream in front of him, biting down on her lip in pain.

The drugs in her body had now reached their extreme, Lin Yue could no longer control herself, she screamed, ripped off all her clothes and was about to roll off the bed, An Da caught her body, and gently fell onto the bed.