Chapter 037: Beg Me, and I'll Be Your Antidote

When the other person took something out, Wen Ni instinctively held her breath.

Yet she still inhaled quite a bit.

She quickly covered her mouth and nose.

Taking advantage of this moment, the waiter shoved Wen Ni forcefully; her back slammed hard against the railing behind her.

The waiter hurried away.

Wen Ni’s heart pounded violently with anxiety.

She had no idea what was in the spray.

She was a little nervous, afraid she might embarrass herself.

Instead of returning immediately to the hall, Wen Ni stood alone for a while, waiting to see if there would be any reaction. When nothing happened, she thought perhaps it was just moisturizing spray, meant to scare her.

With that thought, Wen Ni finally stepped into the hall.

No sooner had she entered than Shen Xuening greeted her with a broad smile, accompanied by an indescribable fragrance—seemingly floral.

Wen Ni shook off Shen Xuening’s hand and asked, “What are you doing?”

Shen Xuening smiled at her. “Just now, the president said the Lost and Found Society has received a lucrative order for silk tapestry.”

Wen Ni looked at her.

Shen Xuening’s smile only widened. “The president hopes we can collaborate—combine traditional techniques with artificial intelligence, so silk tapestry can be seen around the world.”

Wen Ni retorted, “Even if I introduced machine weaving myself, there’s no way I’d work with you. Give up that hope.”

With that, Wen Ni turned to leave.

She hadn’t taken a single step before Shen Xuening grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Wen Ni was about to lose her temper.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xuening rose on tiptoe and whispered into Wen Ni’s ear, “Wen Ni, tonight, make sure you have a good time.”

Wen Ni’s ear twitched.

But Shen Xuening already let go, even stepping back, waving at Wen Ni with a smile.

“Crazy,” Wen Ni muttered, intending to find the president.

Halfway there, Wen Ni suddenly realized something was wrong with her body.

A fever surged in her chest, as if something was desperately trying to burst out.

She swallowed, feeling her mouth dry up.

Her expression shifted.

Recalling Shen Xuening’s earlier words, Wen Ni understood—she had been drugged.

Just then, the inheritor of clay sculpture approached, speaking elegantly, “Wen Ni, long time no see.”

Wen Ni had no choice but to halt, taking a deep breath. She forced a radiant smile. “Long time no see.”

He was a young man, about thirty, gazing at Wen Ni with amazement and warm admiration. “I heard silk tapestry is now connected with luxury brands—its fame will surely rise. Congratulations.”

Wen Ni lifted a nearby drink, clinking glasses lightly with him. She took a sip and replied, “Recently, the national broadcaster hosted a special on clay sculpture heritage, sparking interest across the country and boosting local tourism. You’re the real role model.”

With that, Wen Ni stated openly, “Forgive me, senior, I need to use the restroom.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

Wen Ni hurried toward the restroom.

As she passed a tightly closed door, it suddenly opened.

A hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside.

Before she could cry out, the door slammed shut.

Wen Ni was dragged into a pitch-black room where she could not see her hand before her face.

Her wrist pressed against a man’s skin.

His skin was cool to the touch.

To Wen Ni, burning with fever, it felt like she was a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, suddenly stumbling upon an oasis.

She knew this was Shen Xuening’s trap.

Shen Xuening just wanted to use this banquet to ruin her.

She couldn’t fall into it.

But...

But Wen Ni’s entire body had gone soft.

She was losing control, her body leaning helplessly toward the man.

No—no.

Wen Ni bit through her own tongue.

At last, she regained a little clarity.

She demanded sharply, “Who are you? Did Shen Xuening send you? Let me go. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

She intended to shout sternly, but her words came out tender and sweet, like a songbird’s chirp, lacking any threat.

The man didn’t answer.

The next moment, Wen Ni was pinned down onto the bed.

She fought desperately, flailing and seeking any chance to kick the man between his legs.

But he was cautious, giving her no opportunity.

With a ripping sound, her dress was torn open.

Her shoulder bared, the cold seeped through her pores, invading relentlessly.

Pleasure...

Forbidden pleasure.

She knew she shouldn’t, knew it would spell ruin, yet her body was beyond control.

Her thoughts and her body seemed torn into two separate beings.

Wen Ni felt herself nearing the brink of madness.

The man sprawled over her, fumbling to take off his shirt.

Wen Ni gritted her teeth, fighting against her own clothes being removed.

In desperation, she clawed at his face.

She didn’t know how hard she scratched, but she could tell blood was drawn; she smelled its metallic tang and felt the sticky warmth on her fingertips.

Panting, Wen Ni said, “Let go, or else you’ll die too.”

The man chuckled. “If I die under the peony, I’ll be a happy ghost.”

He seized her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head.

Wen Ni’s struggles grew weaker, her strength ebbing away.

Images of Shen Xuening barging in with people to catch her flashed through Wen Ni’s mind; she gathered her remaining energy and suddenly brought her knee up.

The man anticipated it, but she still managed to hit his thigh.

He hissed in pain.

Then slapped Wen Ni several times. “You filthy whore, why pretend? You can serve two brothers but not me? Listen, cooperate and I’ll make you feel like heaven; resist, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Wen Ni tasted blood in her mouth.

She swallowed hard, closing her eyes in despair.

Bang.

The door flew open.

Wen Ni’s eyes snapped open. Weakly, she murmured, “Help…”

Jiang Shaozhang stormed in, face dark.

He grabbed the man, beat him savagely, and threw him to the ground.

He switched on the light.

Wen Ni lay sprawled on the pristine white sheets, her body exposed.

The neckline of her dress was torn, revealing a wide expanse of pale collarbone and shoulder.

Under the light, her skin shone white as snow.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Her eyes fixed on Jiang Shaozhang.

She whispered, “Take me to the hospital.”

Jiang Shaozhang approached the bed.

He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of Wen Ni’s body. “Wen Ni, beg me, and I’ll cure you.”