Shocking! In this matriarchal society, every man wants to marry me!

After Xia Muning's stunning performance, she went to her bedroom.

Shi Shu put the flowers that Zhong Tian had given her into a vase and placed it in front of the dressing table. It was a bit of an eyesore, but also inexplicably beautiful.

What is Zhongtian's intention in giving him the glass house today?

What attitude should he adopt towards Nakata in the future?

Just as his thoughts were becoming somewhat chaotic, five masked men burst into his room.

All the guests were in the front, while only Shishu and Shiqin were in the back courtyard.

"What are you trying to do?" Shi Shu and Shi Qin blocked his way.

The leader of the robbers slapped Shi Shu to the ground. There was no way around it; the difference in physical strength between men and women was too obvious, especially with five women.

As he was being blindfolded and put into the carriage, he heard Shiqin's clear and sorrowful cry: "It's terrible! It's terrible! The young master has been kidnapped!"

His heart sank; all the reputation he had built up was ruined.

But his reputation could be ruined, but his life couldn't be lost, so he mustered his attention and listened carefully to what the robbers said.

"Sister Wang, now that things are done, there should be quite a bit of money, right?"

"Be careful!"

The leader seemed cautious, as he didn't say much. The carriage was quiet, but it was extremely bumpy, and no one knew where they were taking him.

Despite his churning stomach, his mind remained remarkably clear. From this one sentence, he deduced that this was a premeditated kidnapping.

Where will he be taken? Who will come to his rescue?

He was terrified, but he still felt a sticky, snake-like figure firmly locked onto him.

His eyes were blindfolded and his hands and feet were bound.

The aroma of wine wafted from the room. Xia Muning huddled in a corner, listening to the clinking of the women's glasses and their vulgar boasting.

Until a disgusting female voice got closer and closer to her, he could even smell the lingering smell of alcohol on her breath.

"Sister Yang, how about we let the ladies have some fun? This man is so esteemed, he wouldn't even let us lick his feet normally!"

The woman called Yang Jie chuckled, looked him up and down, and shook her head with some regret: "...No, the employer told us not to touch him. He has to be returned intact tomorrow."

"Well, touching it is fine, it won't hurt you to drop a piece of flesh." The woman seemed to find her words very funny and laughed loudly.

"Chen Shuang, don't let him lose his virginity, the rest is up to you."

"Thank you, Sister Yang."

Xia Muning was blindfolded. He listened to the teasing around him, his stomach churning, and he felt like vomiting, but he still had to deal with them with great effort.

He couldn't see anything, so his words were empty and powerless: "What do you want? I can give you double. If you can send me back safely, the Xia family guarantees to give you unimaginable wealth and promises never to pursue the matter again."

Chen Shuang didn't take Xia Muning's words to heart; what right did a man have to speak?

Xia Muning only felt a sticky hand constantly roaming over his body.

Those hands gradually went too far, pushing him to the ground and trying to tear his clothes. He tried desperately to protect them, but his clothes were still torn to shreds.

Her filthy mouth bit his neck, slowly increasing the force, and Xia Muning felt only despair welling up in his heart.

The straps binding his hands seemed a little loose.

He slowly removed the hairpin from his hair, his eyes lowered, one hand tightly holding the woman's head as if in a gesture of enjoyment, while the other hand ruthlessly plunged the hairpin into the woman's temple.

The woman was startled and struggled incessantly, but Xia Muning's hands held her firmly, preventing her from struggling at all.

The woman kept pressing her lips together, and Xia Muning smelled the blood—his blood and her blood.

His world was a blur, stained only with blood; the blood must have hit her eyes.

The other four men seemed to be enraged and showed no mercy, continuing to punch him.

It hurts so much! It hurts so much! I feel like I'm dying!

Until he heard the commotion outside…

Until he looked up and saw Nakata…

Until he met Xia Jin'an…

His somewhat confused state of mind eased.

But he knew that the mark on his neck would stay with him for a long time, until it became his shame and his nightmare.

...

Xia Muning put on her clothes before Xia Jin'an carefully entered, bringing in a simple bowl of steaming hot porridge.

"You did it?"

“It was the host who made it. She said you must be hungry, and she was bored outside, so she went into the kitchen while you were washing up and changing. I just went to help out.”

"Women should stay away from the kitchen..."

Xia Jin'an smiled and said, "She doesn't care about any of that..."

Xia Jin'an's hand holding the chopsticks twitched slightly as she looked at the person's back outside: "Why isn't she coming in..."

"She said," Xia Jin'an hesitated for a moment before speaking, "that the master said you probably wouldn't want to see women, young master..."

The food in Xia Muning's mouth tasted bitter, but he forced a smile: "Master? Why do you call him Master?"

Xia Jin'an looked at Xia Muning, bit her lip, and avoided the topic:

"Young master, please eat something, the food is getting cold! The master will be taking you back later."

Xia Muning looked at Zhong Tian, ​​who was eating outside. She was squatting there, without any of the demeanor of a rich young lady, but she was eating very heartily.

This is the kind of person he is; he saved her, and his feelings were extremely complicated.

He looked at Jin An and advised, "Madam Zhong, she... is a decent person. What kind of image is it for you to follow her without any status or identity! I know your methods. Make sure she takes you into her household as soon as possible."

Xia Jin'an's face flushed slightly, and she glanced at Zhong Tian outside like a thief: "I understand."

Xia Muning looked at Xia Jin'an's alluring face. It was a face that could charm any woman in the world if she wanted to. Zhong Tian was also a woman, and sooner or later she would fall for him.

But why did he feel a slight bitterness in his heart?

Xia Muning came out, and Zhong Tian looked up at her.

He regained the noble air he had when they first met, and the blood-stained gold hairpin was still firmly stuck in his hair.

"Young Master Xia, let me take you home!"

Xia Muning turned to Xia Jin'an and said, "Jin'an, do you want to come with me?"

Xia Jin'an shook his head; all he wanted to do now was capture Zhong Tian, ​​and Xia Muning didn't force him.

Xia Muning followed behind Zhong Tian. The mountain road was rugged and difficult to travel. Xia Muning, a rich young master who had always traveled by sedan chair since childhood, had never suffered such hardship.

He bit his lip tightly, and even though his lips were pale from exhaustion and he was covered in sweat, he didn't say a word.

Zhongtian once again supported Xia Muning's swaying body, thinking to himself, "If you can't hold on, don't force yourself!"

She stood in front of Xia Muning and turned around: "Young Master Xia, come up!"

"I…"

Xia Muning was filled with hesitation.

"I must get you to the Xia residence before dawn. If it gets light, you're in big trouble!"