Jiang Yanran stumbled into the house, struggling to steady herself by clutching onto the shoe cabinet. The butler, standing nearby, was a little anxious and worried. "Madam Mo, are you alright?"
Her ears were ringing, and she couldn't clearly make out who was in front of her. The butler watched the young woman, already married, yet who went out every morning and returned past midnight in flimsy clothes. He couldn't help but shake his head in resignation.
Jiang Yanran mumbled something, forcefully tossing her designer handbag onto the cabinet. Then she bent down to hastily kick off her high heels, flinging them haphazardly.
The servants rushed to help her, but Jiang Yanran shrugged them off. She fumbled her way upstairs to her room. The servants watched in trepidation, fearing something untoward might happen to her.
She stumbled to the bed and flopped down. Her revealing clothes were still on, and just like that, she drifted off to sleep.
Day after day, she left early and returned late, always drunk. Then she'd sleep until morning before heading out again.
Everyone had grown accustomed to this routine.
Although she had been married for over half a year, she couldn't even remember what her husband looked like, let alone harbor any feelings for him.
The alcohol quickly pulled her into a deep sleep.
After an unknown period, Jiang Yanran suddenly felt a suffocating pressure. She felt something heavy pressing down on her body. For a moment, she thought she was having a nightmare, then her eyes snapped open. What met her gaze were the murky eyes of a man. Still in a daze, not fully awake, she heard the sound of her clothes being swiftly torn. The heat from Mo Zihang's hands began to touch every part of her body. In an instant, Jiang Yanran's body recoiled.
Her hands were quickly pinned above her head, her legs held tight. Finally, she took a deep breath and bit his lip hard, which made Mo Zihang release her. Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Yanran screamed, "Mo Zihang, are you out of your mind?!"
She had never seen him like this.
Even though he had married her over half a year ago, he had never touched her without permission.
She was a stubborn, ill-tempered girl, sometimes even insolent, yet she had never seen him angry with her. Why was he suddenly acting insane today?
Mo Zihang didn't reply. Jiang Yanran felt his entire body burning hot. Everywhere he touched left a stinging, burning sensation on her. It was then that she realized his condition was somewhat abnormal.
But she had no chance to resist.
Let alone speak, even breathing was difficult.
Her lips were chafed to the point she felt them swelling. She was also drunk, her head spinning, with no strength to refuse. His warm breath on her ear made Jiang Yanran momentarily dazed, then on her fair neck, her collarbone was gnawed, and then her rosy nipples.
Suddenly, something large pierced her body. Jiang Yanran was stunned for a moment, then tears welled up from the pain. Her whole body convulsed. Her legs clamped tightly around his large frame, and she couldn't help but let out a painful moan.
She had lived a life of luxury since childhood.
Sheltered and protected, she had never experienced even a scratch. This felt like a nightmare to Jiang Yanran. Worse still, she was young and still wanted to enjoy life, and then to be suddenly touched when she wasn't ready. She felt humiliated. She believed that to him, she was just a sex toy, to be desired whenever he couldn't control himself.
At that moment, Jiang Yanran felt an intense hatred for him.
Her hands, now unbound, immediately clutched the bedsheets tightly. The air in the room suddenly grew hot, and their bodies clashed, emitting bizarre sounds.
Despite Jiang Yanran's tearful pleas, the man above her continued his frantic movements.
She couldn't remember how long that nightmare lasted before Jiang Yanran fainted beneath Mo Cihang.
By the time she woke up, it was already the next morning.
He was, of course, no longer there.
The first thing that flooded her mind were the searing images of the previous night, along with the unrestrained moans.
She had been drunk then and truly couldn't control herself. Perhaps he was secretly mocking her, a whore pretending to be innocent?
Jiang Yanran felt her entire body shatter just by stirring. Despite this, the clothes on her body were neat, her body didn't smell, and the bedsheets were spotless, without a trace.
If not for the lingering traces on her body, she would truly think last night was just a nightmare.
After much struggle, she stumbled to the bathroom.
As her clothes slid to the floor, she saw her body in the mirror covered in red and purple hickeys; her hands, hanging loosely, unconsciously clenched.
She turned on the faucet, letting the cold water stream over her head and down her body, then scrubbed vigorously. But even after scrubbing until her fair skin was red and stinging, she still felt disgusted with herself.
Jiang Yanran helplessly slumped to the floor, hugging her knees under the ceaselessly flowing water.
She remembered him, Mo Cihang – a cold and ruthless CEO.
His name was among the world's wealthiest business owners.
All along, whatever he wanted, it had to be his.
A man who was not only wealthy but also possessed a tall physique and a beauty that captivated thousands, he was arrogant, cold, and in everyone's eyes, a cruel, cold-blooded individual, ready to crush anything that displeased him.
Two years ago, Mo Cihang suddenly came to the Jiang family to propose marriage to her.
Both the Jiang and Mo families belonged to the upper class, a perfectly matched pair.
She didn't know how the two families had discussed it, but her father immediately agreed to marry her off.
More than anyone, she understood that her father found Mo Cihang trustworthy enough to entrust her life to, which was why he accepted the marriage alliance.
Jiang Yanran had only recently graduated. She believed her youth still held many things to experience and discover; she needed to spread her wings and fly. But suddenly those wings were broken, and she was trapped in a cage called marriage. To tell her to accept marrying a man she had only met a week before the wedding was something she could never accept.
She even vehemently opposed this marriage to the point of disowning her parents, but in the end, it was all useless; she was truly married off.
She ruined the entire wedding ceremony, and once at the Mo family home, she showed no respect for anyone. Mr. and Mrs. Mo both detested her, and after a few days, they both moved out to live separately.
Here, she deliberately left early and returned late, doing everything to make him hate her, but all Jiang Yanran received was Mo Cihang's patience and indifference.
She didn't know why he was so persistent with her, only for him to go mad and torment her today.
Mặc Tử Hàng sat in his study, his eyes glued intently to the computer screen, utterly calm as if everything from last night had never happened.
Just then, the office phone suddenly rang. He tore his gaze from the screen and picked up the phone. A frantic, trembling voice rang out, loud yet making the entire world fall silent: "Young Master, something has happened to Young Madam!"