Wife Too Fierce: The President is Too Overbearing! Qian Xi · Chapter 1 Last Night Who Was on Watch? Night as Ink.

In the ingeniously crafted room, a faint plea for mercy could be heard.

"Let go... let me go!"

Joe Xing struggled to emerge from the bathtub, wiping his face with his hand. His eyes hadn't opened yet when a brutal force clamped down on his neck once more.

"Who sent you?"

The man's voice was low and gravelly, like it came from the depths of hell. Just hearing his tone sent chills down your spine.

His back slammed against the cold tiles, Qiao Xingchen trembled with his damp eyelashes, desperately beating at the man's large hand, swallowing painfully, the suffocating sensation making his brain severely oxygen-deprived.

Unexpectedly, a man with double disabilities has such great strength.

"Master Nine, I belong to you, ah..."

Before the words could finish, a sudden warmth enveloped him. The man's cold lips pressed down, firmly blocking the slightly parted one.

"My people? Very good, give me medicine, help me into the house, is that for my people?"

The man's fingers traced along her spine, deepening the kiss with no mercy whatsoever, only a cruel bite.

"No, I didn't mean that."

Joe Xing cried silently, shoving the man's chest with both hands, but his bodyguard was completely overpowered by his strength.

The man's eyes darkened, a thin smirk playing on his lips. "As you wish."

His strength was astonishing. Qiao Xingchen felt like he had just woken up from a nightmare. In the dream, no matter where he ran, he couldn't find an exit.

He tortured me all night, nearly driving me to the brink of collapse. My bones felt like they had been run over by a train, completely shattered.

When I woke up dazed, the sky was already tinged with the pale light of dawn.

Qiao Xing's heart pounded, lying flat on the bed, listening to the even breathing beside him. He felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he were sharing a space with a tiger.

How unlucky can you be?

That night, I unexpectedly saw my master being drugged and then publicly punished by the person who had given him the drug.

You know, the man lying beside him is Jiang Chuan's infamous tyrant! If he says black is white, no one dares to say it's black. If he says right is wrong, no one dares to say it's right.

While the man was still asleep, I crept out of bed and quickly got dressed before rushing out the door...

7 p.m.

Angle of deflection, light entering the room.

The biological clock awakens the man who was sleeping soundly. Even if he was exhausted last night, his brain, which carries the burden of high-energy work every day, has already started to function again.

Wen Xiao Bai suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of ferocity flashing in his gaze.

A faint fragrance lingered in the room, amidst the clutter. A crimson plum blossom bloomed vibrantly on the bedsheet.

But where is there any sign of that person?

He slept with her and still dared to run?

Is this person trying to commit suicide?

"Here comes!"

A cold growl echoed.

The steward heard the sound and hurriedly pushed the door open, "Master Jiu, what happened?"

Last night, who was in my room?

Seeing Ling in the room, the butler instantly understood. "Master Jiu, this... I don't know, last night you drank too much, no one dared to disturb you..."

Unclear?

The helmsman of the prestigious Wen Group was drugged at home!

Yet, the outsider remains unaware?

"Who was on night duty last night? Tell them to come see me."

A simple sentence, "He was sipping white wine." yet he couldn't stop the cold sweat from trickling down his spine.

"It's Qiao Xingchen, I...I'll get someone for you right away."

The housekeeper quickly placed the clean laundry on the bedside table and left.

The white falcon sat on the bed, its body wrapped in bedding. The outline of his muscles was visible, with every line smooth and clear, like a masterpiece carved by divine hands. The quality of the physique was so good that it resembled a powerful deity from Western mythology.

Not until the hurried footsteps at the door had vanished did he clamber down from his bed and walk to the mirror, beginning to dress with leisurely care.

Looking into the mirror at those perfectly straight and long, flawless hands, Wen Chiao Bai stiffened, his sleeve momentarily bunching up. His obsidian eyes narrowed dangerously.

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