Chapter 787: Chapter 788: Trap

Early in the morning, accompanied by the ringing of the ancient bells from Paris Cathedral, a stream of bright sunlight poured into Songwu Manor,

Jiang Wanze slowly got up, rubbing his temple which ached intensely due to a hangover, still dazed, when a faint sound of crying entered his ears.

He suddenly turned around and saw a woman with her hands clasped around her knees, her long hair messy, incessantly sobbing while crouching in the corner of the bed, her body trembling faintly.

His mind instantly cleared.

He picked up his clothes and got out of bed, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his expression wary as he looked at her, “Who are you?”

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he had seen his share of bed-climbing scenes but this was the first time someone had climbed into his bed while he was drunk, and now it was morning, the night had passed, and he had no idea what had happened…

The woman slowly lifted her head, her delicate and beautiful face covered in tear stains, looking utterly tragic, as if she had been subjected to tremendous bullying.

Upon seeing her face, Jiang Wanze was instantly startled.

Luo Yuwei!

How could it be her, and why was she in his bed?

Luo Yuwei’s grip on the blanket slightly loosened, revealing a shocking patch of red on the bedsheet. Jiang Wanze’s pupils contracted as he saw the red and looked down to find a scattered mess of clothes on the ground, a torn dress, a sprawled belt, disordered shoes, and… a shattered jade pendant.

He walked over with tense expression and picked up the jade pendant, upon seeing the irrevocably broken jade pendant, his eyes filled with turmoil.

Broken, how could it have broken…

The first thing he did upon waking up was not to comfort her, but to inspect that jade pendant, just a piece of broken jade, and it was more important than her, a living person?

Behind the man, the woman’s pitiful face showed a hint of hatred, her fingers tightly clutching the sheets, as if she wanted to tear them apart.

“Wanze, last night I was walking in the hallway, passing by room 307 when you suddenly burst out of the room, reeking of alcohol, embraced me, and then… you were too strong, I couldn’t resist, afterward…”

She cried while intermittently recounting the events of last night, her crying growing louder towards the end.

And the man holding the jade pendant also recalled that fragmented piece of memory.

He remembered he was drinking, his mind full of Ye Xian, thinking about it until his mind grew foggy, and he actually went looking for him, but then he found…

It turns out the person he found wasn’t Ye Xian.

Jiang Wanze gripped the broken jade pendant tightly, the jagged edges of the shattered pieces sharply cutting into his skin, drawing spots of fresh blood.

How could this happen?

He had ended up doing the thing he despised the most, the thing he looked down upon the most.

Watching the regret and pain on his face, Luo Yuwei quickly spoke in a soft voice, “Wanze, don’t worry, I won’t cling to you, this matter… can’t entirely be blamed on you, you were drunk, not in your right mind, so…”

“Is twenty million enough?”

The man spoke, and Luo Yuwei’s face turned pale in an instant.

“…What, what did you say?”

“Name your price.”

Disbelieving, Luo Yuwei looked at him, “Wanze… what do you take me for?”

“It doesn’t matter who you are, the mistake was mine initially, but since it happened, we need to find a reasonable way to resolve this.”

A reasonable way, meaning settling it with money?

“I don’t need money.”

Luo Yuwei’s restrained crying carried a hint of self-mockery and forcing herself to be strong, involuntarily inducing a sense of guilt in the listener.

Jiang Wanze held the jade pendant, rubbed his aching head, and got up.

The last thing he wanted to deal with were people and situations like this, not wanting money, so what then, affection?

Flashes of the person closest to him desperately begging for love from others crossed his mind, deepening the disgust in his heart.

“Go back and think about it. Let me know when you’ve made up your mind. Besides money, advertising, film and television resources, or an upgraded contract, everything is on the table.”

Jiang Wanze took a set of clothes out of the wardrobe and placed it on the bed.

Luo Yuwei, struggling to control her emotions, put on her coat and got out of bed with difficulty.

Jiang Wanze watched her staggering figure and added, “Remember to take your medicine.”

Luo Yuwei stopped in her tracks when she heard him add, “Don’t talk to anyone about today’s incident, just like Zou Gang’s matter—I won’t tell anyone either.”

Zou Gang’s matter?

Was he threatening her?

Luo Yuwei’s heart tightened, and she almost crushed her teeth.

Indeed, as an illegitimate child, besides inheriting the distinguished and dazzling appearance of the Bo Family, he had a vein of despicable and selfish blood in his bones.

From beginning to end, he never mentioned any responsibility and even tried to dismiss her with money.

Twenty million—she remembered that Mother Bo once hired a famous artist, Xia Hewan, to paint a painting for her that was nearly forty million; she wasn’t even worth the price of one painting in their house. Did he take her for a beggar?

However, their relationship had always been one of mutual use.

Clenching her coat, Luo Yuwei left.

…

4:10 AM, the first rays of morning light streamed through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains and fell on the peacefully sleeping woman on the bed.

Ye Xian was groggily about to wake up when she always felt a burning gaze staring at her incessantly, like a wild beast waiting for its prey, which made her very uncomfortable, until she leisurely opened her eyes and saw a bottle of fresh roses placed on the bedside, faintly emitting a fragrant scent.

It was indeed a dream.

She had mistaken the flowers for a person.

But really, being drunk was terribly uncomfortable, her head hurt, her feet hurt, and most strangely, even her butt and legs hurt…

She really didn’t know what had happened after she got drunk; she must have caused a commotion, then was forcefully dragged into the room by the servants, she guessed.

Ye Xian rubbed her head and lazily sat up, her hands resting on the blanket, and zoned out for a while before absent-mindedly getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom in her slippers.

Since her eyes were half-closed, she didn’t notice the man’s cellphone placed on the bedside table.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she heard a faint humming noise of an exhaust fan.

“Hm?”

Are all French people this considerate? Making breakfast for guests early in the morning?

Ye Xian curiously walked towards the kitchen, and upon seeing a tall and handsome man’s figure inside, her sleepiness vanished completely!

The CEO?

So early in the morning, why was the CEO in the kitchen making breakfast? Didn’t he know how bad his cooking was?

No, that’s not the point. The point is, how could he be in her room?!

Realizing the severity of the situation, Ye Xian covered her mouth and quickly retreated, afraid that the man would notice her presence.

But she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a razor on the dressing table, “?!”

Where did that razor come from?

A terrifying thought flashed through her mind. She unbelievably tiptoed over, touched the razor blade lightly, and noticed it was still damp.

Ye Xian jumped back in shock and then peered towards the kitchen, only to see the man wearing slippers just like hers!!!