The Scumbag Has Morning Sickness and Is Cornered by the Top Female A

Late night, twilight mountaintop manor. The private marking ceremony costing hundreds of millions has just concluded, and the luxurious atmosphere of top-quality champagne and roses is still floating in the air. On the long crystal dining table, candlelight flickered, reflecting the brightness of the messy room. The guests had already dispersed, leaving only the lingering warmth of the protagonist of this feast. In the master bedroom, the huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooks thousands of lights across the city. Qin Muwan put one hand in her suit trouser pocket and held a glass of bourbon in the other hand. The amber liquid swayed gently between her fingers, reflecting the bottomless cold light in her eyes. Behind her, Su Yan, who had just bathed, was wearing the silk nightgown she had prepared. The collar was loosely open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a fresh, bright tooth mark on the side of her neck.