Chapter Sixty-Three: An Accidental Encounter with Mo Ziyuan

After settling matters, the girl headed straight for suite 888, determined to enter before that man arrived.

Inside the suite, Mo Ziyuan swirled the wine in his glass, a faintly wicked smile playing on his lips. He sat like an emperor surveying his realm, utterly in control. Around him, several middle-aged men exchanged sharp, vicious glances, one of them squinting and nodding in silent agreement. The others relaxed with satisfied grins, their plump hands roaming over the princesses beside them as lascivious smiles crept across their faces.

The princesses, subjected to their touch, could only giggle coquettishly and utter words of playful protest, playing along with forced admiration. Yet one of them kept glancing longingly at the handsome man in the corner, resentment flickering in her eyes. Why must she serve this fat pig and not that man? How wonderful it would be if he were the one.

"Master Mo, the princesses from Celestial Lake are truly exquisite. You must indulge yourself tonight," one of the men said, withdrawing his hand from the princess's delicate neck and grinning, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth that nearly made the princess beside him retch—though she managed to restrain herself.

"I’ll pass. You go ahead and enjoy yourselves," Mo Ziyuan replied, his deep, seductive voice laced with indifference toward the debauchery unfolding around him.

No sooner had he spoken than the door to the suite swung open, and all eyes turned at once.

The man who had been groping the princess stiffened as he looked up, momentarily stunned. The girl at the door wore a pure white dress, her thick, voluminous hair cascading to one side. She was stunning—her features delicate, her skin luminous and fair, lashes long and curled, her eyes clear as spring water. She was like a white lotus blooming on a snowy mountain, radiating an air of innocence and purity that made her all the more tempting to defile.

As everyone stared at her, she scanned the room, searching for Mo Ziyuan. Spotting his familiar silhouette, she immediately recognized him. At this moment, Mo Ziyuan was particularly striking—his narrow eyes flecked with amber, cold and aloof; his high nose and thin, taut lips; his long, straight legs slightly parted. He exuded an air of wild arrogance.

How handsome Brother Ziyuan is—he certainly hasn’t let me down.

The men felt the allure of the young woman, and the one who had been pawing the princess suddenly found her far less appealing. About to ask if the newcomer was a princess, he watched in shock as the girl darted forward like a butterfly and threw herself into the master’s arms, her slender arms wrapping intimately around his neck as she purred, “Darling, I’ve missed you so much. When I heard you were here, I came right away.”

The whole room was stunned, unable to process what was happening. Wasn’t it said that Master Mo had no interest in women, that there wasn’t a single woman by his side? So who was this girl?

The corpulent, greasy man glared at Mo Ziyuan with hatred—the master’s seat should have been his, and now even the beautiful girls gravitated toward him. Clearly, Mo Ziyuan had to be eliminated. He signaled to someone behind him, who immediately slipped out to relay the order.

A delicate scent enveloped Mo Ziyuan as he gazed expressionlessly at the woman in his arms, his eyes as sharp as blades. Who was she? Why was she here? What did she want?

The girl, teeth clenched against the hawk-like scrutiny, let her eyes shimmer with anxiety and innocence. Suddenly, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Don’t drink any wine they offer you. They’ve drugged it.”

Her soft voice caressed his ear, and though she was merely stating a fact, it sounded almost like a plea, laced with a hint of fear.

When he gave no response, she assumed he didn’t believe her. Her clear eyes grew urgent as she leaned in again, her tone plaintive: “I overheard it in the restroom. Please, believe me.” Her words ended on a note of grievance.

Mo Ziyuan glanced at the pitiful girl in his arms, her little ears drooping, looking so forlorn that something in his heart fluttered. He had no reason to doubt her. After years of dealing with these old foxes, he knew exactly what they were capable of. Spiking his drink was the most amateur move they could make. But this girl...

One of the old men, noticing that Mo Ziyuan’s expression hadn’t changed, grew suspicious of the girl’s identity.

“Master Mo, is she really your woman?” His cold gaze narrowed, his tone menacing, as though ready to eliminate her at a moment’s notice.

The girl immediately looked up, her feathery lashes trembling, panic flashing in her clear eyes. Instinctively, she gripped Mo Ziyuan’s sleeve, biting her lip and wordlessly begging for help: “Please…”

Now she’s afraid—where was that courage when she barged in to warn him, knowing nothing of the situation?

Mo Ziyuan’s lips quirked in amusement. He waited until her body was trembling with fear before finally speaking, his rich voice filling the room: “Would you like me to prove it to you, Lord Zhao?”

Prove it? How?

The girl’s limpid eyes widened in disbelief, lips trembling as she struggled to react.

System, he wouldn’t actually do anything to me in front of everyone, would he?

There are so many people here. He won’t. Besides, he’s only doing it for show. What are you afraid of? The system felt the urge to roll its eyes at her. Are you really scared, or are you looking forward to it? You seem a bit too eager lately.

I just think meeting him for the first time like this is a bit thrilling. Unaware of the system’s sarcasm, the girl licked her lips, excitement glimmering in her eyes.

“Go ahead and prove it, Master Mo. None of us would mind, would we, gentlemen?” The man showed no fear of Mo Ziyuan’s presence, instead fanning the flames of intrigue.

He turned to the girl curled up in Mo Ziyuan’s arms. “Miss, we’ve never seen you before. For our master’s safety, you’ll need to prove your relationship. Otherwise…” His tone started out polite, but by the end, a chilling menace crept in, as if to say, If you won’t prove it, you must be an enemy—and we won’t be merciful.

“I—I… I’ll prove it to you right now.” The pure-hearted girl cast a resolute glance at Mo Ziyuan, looped her arms around his neck, took a deep breath, and whispered, “Sorry,” before pressing her soft lips to his.

The touch of her lips sent a jolt through Mo Ziyuan. He looked at the girl, who seemed to be kissing him as though marching to her execution, and amusement flickered in his eyes. The king of the underworld, forced into a kiss by a little girl—who would believe such a thing?

Her lips trembled against his, clearly inexperienced and clumsy.

She had only meant to give a brief kiss as proof and was about to pull away when a pair of strong hands seized her head, deepening the kiss…