Young Master Mo's Second Wife

At eighteen, Mo Yuhan completed all his studies abroad.

At nineteen, he took over the Mo Group.

At twenty, he became a powerful figure in Dongshi, feared and respected by all as “Young Master Mo.”

At nineteen, he got married.

At twenty-two, he got divorced.

In just four years, she had experienced every flavor life had to offer. She thought a woman like her, who had already been married twice, had no more to expect from life. But then she became entangled with a man she could never have anticipated. His domineering ways, his wickedness, and his indulgence made her lower her defenses one by one. She knew that falling in love with a man like him would bring ruin, yet she was already in too deep.

The hotel room door opened. Lan Xin'er, petite, trembled slightly. Without turning around, she hurriedly said, “Mister, could you please not turn on the light?”

The hand reaching for the light stopped, then the door closed.

With a thud, her heart leapt into her throat. Fear surged up from the soles of her feet. Lan Xin'er told herself she couldn't afford to lose her nerve at this crucial moment.

“Mister, could I ask you for a favor?” she asked timidly, still facing away from him. The room was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat. After a long while, a deep, magnetic voice came from somewhere in the dark.

“Speak.”

Lan Xin'er jumped. Judging by his voice, this man must be young. It was deep but pleasant to hear, though it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure. She took a breath and tried to sound calm.

“After we're done, I want the money right away. Cash only, no cards.”

In the darkness, the corners of his mouth lifted. A mocking smile, cold as frost, curved his lips, sensual and perfect.

“How much cash do you want?”

“I... We agreed on a thousand, didn't we?” She bit down hard on her lip. The darkness protected her, sparing her from facing him and from confronting the awkwardness and sordidness of the deal.

The room fell silent again, as if a century had passed. Lan Xin'er clenched her small fists. Did he think it was too much?