In the presidential suite, Chu Yue stared fixedly at the unconscious man on the bed, unable to resist reaching out to touch his extraordinarily handsome face.
"Brother Feng, don't blame me, I had no other choice. I love you so much, I couldn't just watch you marry someone else."
"I know you'll be angry when you wake up and realize I've plotted against you, but I'm not afraid, as long as I can become your woman."
As she spoke, Chu Yue reached out to unbutton Feng Chengyu's shirt. But just as her fingers touched the collar, the man who had been unconscious suddenly opened his eyes, and in the next moment, his hand fiercely grasped hers.
His gaze was as cold as ice, and the strength in his hand was astonishing.
Chu Yue felt the bones in her wrist being squeezed to the point of breaking, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain, "It hurts! Brother Feng, let go! Let go now!"
"You still feel pain?" The man narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You have the guts to plot against me?"
