Chapter 2: Drugged Man, Strange Woman

In the bustling city, luxury cars are parked at the entrance of one of the most luxurious hotels in Haicheng. People wearing expensive jewelry and designer dresses got out of the cars one after another.

Popular actors and actresses smiled under the camera's flash as they signed their names on the board. As the nightlife began, the guests arrived at the large hall where the Feng Group's annual meeting was held.

In the secluded corridor, a young man was stumbling and breathing heavily. He leaned against the wall, took out his cell phone, trying to call his assistant. But due to dizziness, he dropped his phone to the ground.

Hearing the rapid footsteps getting closer, he picked up his phone and tried to open the doors one by one. His forehead and back were covered in cold sweat as he struggled to stay awake.

Just when he thought he was about to be caught, he finally managed to open a door. He entered the room without hesitation and hid inside.

Not long after the door was locked, a series of hurried footsteps were heard, followed by a woman's urgent voice, "Where is he?"

"Miss, we lost him."

SLAP!

A loud slap rang out, followed by a woman's angry voice, "Useless! There are so many of you, and you can't even catch a half-conscious man?"

"What are you doing standing here?! Go find him for me!"

"Yes, Miss."

Feng Zhexuan leaned against the door, listening to the noise outside. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard no sound outside. His tense body relaxed, and his consciousness became more blurry due to the drug.

Feeling the rising temperature of his body and the discomfort in his lower body, he cursed inwardly. At this moment, his body seemed to be eaten by countless ants.

He knows that there are many people who want to send women to him, and countless women want to climb into his bed. However, he always takes precautions. He was too careless today, thinking that no one could hurt him in his territory.

As soon as he walked to the sofa and untied his tie, he heard the bathroom door open. When he turned around, he saw a woman in a bathrobe looking at him with horror on her face.

The next moment, the woman bent down and picked up her slippers. Holding the slippers in her hand like a weapon, she asked, "Who are you? How could you get into this room?"

Feng Zhexuan was already feeling hot and dizzy and had no strength to answer her questions. At this moment, his mind was filled with images of himself kissing the woman in front of him and doing outrageous things together.

His eyes followed the drop of water, which fell from her hair to her collarbone and rolled into the loose bathrobe. The woman in front of him was so beautiful.

Her figure was slender but full of curves, and her legs were long and straight. Her skin was smooth and fair like a peeled boiled egg. She is the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

As he looked at her, he felt the fire inside him burning more wildly. He was afraid that he would lose control and do something he would regret, so he grabbed the glass on the table and threw it to the ground.

The glass shattered with a loud sound, startling the woman, who let out a shriek like a pig being slaughtered, "Ahh!!"

Feng Zhexuan was shaken by her screams and his ears were ringing. Holding onto his last shred of consciousness, he grabbed a piece of glass.

Seeing that he was holding a piece of glass, the woman threw the slippers in her hand towards him, and they landed accurately on his face.

"What do you want to do?!" she asked with a pale face.

When the slippers fell from his face to the ground, Feng Zhexuan looked at the woman with dark eyes. This was the first time someone dares to threw a slipper in his face!

"You are so noisy," he said hoarsely.

Before the woman could react, he slashed his arm with a piece of glass. Due to the pain, he regained his senses.

Standing a few meters away from him, Yan Yuling gasped when she saw his ruthless actions. She felt dizzy looking at the blood dripping from his arm. For unknown reasons, she has had hemophobia since she was five years old.

She turned her head to avoid looking at the blood and took a few deep breaths before she felt better. Thinking of this man's strange behavior, several dramatic scenarios suddenly emerged in her mind.

"You, were you drugged?" she asked.

Hearing her question, Feng Zhexuan nodded. He tried to call his assistant, but the line was busy. Just when he thought he was going to be tortured all night, he felt a soft and cool feeling on his arm.

He looked over and was shocked when he saw a pair of slender hands holding his arms. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the woman examining his wounds carefully.

"Your wound is too deep. We have to stop your bleeding first," Yan Yuling said with a pale face. She was dizzy, but she couldn't let the man bleed to death.

Feng Zhexuan thought that his body would show allergic symptoms as usual, but after a while, he didn't see any blisters or rashes on his arms at all.

Yan Yuling raised her head and met a pair of deep eyes filled with astonishment. She didn't know what was wrong with the man, but based on his body temperature, she decided to send him to the hospital.

After making this decision, she stood up and said, "I will go get my bag and take you to the hospital."

Feng Zhexuan leaned on the sofa, watched her walk into the bedroom, and looked at his arms. It had been fifteen years since he last had skin-to-skin contact with a woman. He rubbed his arms, still feeling the lingering feeling of her soft fingers.

When his arm was numb and in pain, Yan Yuling finally came back. He looked at her T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers and knew that her clothes were not brand-name products.

Why would someone who could stay in this room wear cheap clothes?