The abandoned daughter of the Lu family turns around and marries a celibate tycoon.

The door was suddenly pulled open, and blinding light poured out. Gu Yanshen stumbled, almost bumping into Lin Chen who was rushing over.

Lin Chen grabbed him and steadied him, his sharp gaze sweeping over his unusually flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his bloodshot, yet forcibly clear, crimson eyes. Lin Chen's heart sank: "You..."

"Let's go." Gu Yanshen squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and his arm muscles twitching from extreme restraint. He practically leaned against Lin Chen, pressing most of his weight onto him, the burning heat of his body seeping through their clothes.

Lin Chen didn't ask any more questions. He helped Gu Yanshen walk quickly towards the elevator, his gaze sweeping over the fresh abrasions on his arm from the earlier scuffle, but he had no time to pay attention to them now. He felt Gu Yanshen's body trembling slightly; it wasn't weakness, but rather some kind of power on the verge of spiraling out of control.

"Leave here immediately." Lin Chen said in a low voice, glancing around warily for any tails that might appear.

The elevator is going down.

In the enclosed space, Gu Yanshen's breathing became increasingly heavy and hot. He clenched his teeth tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead along his sharp jawline. His fingers dug deep into his palms, trying to maintain his last shred of rationality with the pain, using all his willpower to fight against the rampant effects of the drug in his body.

Lin Chen looked at his extremely tense profile in the rearview mirror. His usually calm and composed eyes were now tightly closed, and his thick eyelashes trembled uncontrollably from the pressure of enduring.

He jerked the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator harder, the high-performance sedan speeding through the night streets.

"She... took drugs?" Lin Chen's voice was low and cold.

"...Mmm." Gu Yanshen uttered a muffled response from deep in his throat, acknowledging the misunderstanding. He abruptly pressed his head against the cold car window, trying to draw a sliver of clarity. "Faster...more."

The journey from Wuying Manor to Gu's International, which usually takes just over half an hour, felt like an eternity tonight.

Gu Yanshen experienced the most agonizing and agonizing thirty minutes of his life. Every second felt like a raging fire coursing through his veins, scorching his reason and threatening to drag him into the abyss of desire.

Whenever he was on the verge of losing control, Lu Xiran's image would forcefully appear in his mind—the softness of her rubbing against his neck in the sleepy morning, the sweet fragrance of her fingertips as she smiled and fed him snacks, the subtle light in her eyes when she wrapped her arms around his neck and said "I love you"... These images were like the strongest anchor, pulling him back from the edge of chaos time and time again.

His inner thighs were bruised and purple from pinching himself; the pain was the price of staying conscious.

The car finally braked sharply and came to a steady stop in its designated parking space in the underground garage.

The car door opened, and cool air rushed in.

The next second, a slender figure rushed over.

"Uncle!" Lu Xiran had been anxiously waiting in the garage, staying close by after receiving Lin Chen's brief message. When she saw Gu Yanshen being half-supported and half-carried out by Lin Chen, his face flushed, his breathing disordered, and his forehead damp with sweat, her heart clenched.

However, before she could even ask—

The moment Gu Yanshen saw her and smelled her unique sweet scent, the last string of "restraint" snapped completely!

Almost instinctively, he broke free from Lin Chen's support and forcefully pulled Lu Xiran, who was lunging at him, into his arms! The force was so great that she let out a muffled groan.

"Ranran..." His burning lips pressed against her ear, calling her name hoarsely, his hot breath making her ears instantly turn red. His voice was a mixture of pain, longing, and a possessiveness that was almost desperate, like something lost and then regained.

"How could you..." Lu Xiran was startled by the unusually high temperature and tension on his body. Before she could finish speaking, he sealed her words with a kiss.

This kiss was no longer the usual tenderness and affection, but rather carried a conquering, forceful, and thirsty intensity, filled with primal urges fueled by drugs, yet strangely infused with the love buried deep within, now bursting forth without reservation. He was like a trapped beast that had finally found its treasure, eagerly demanding and confirming it.

Lin Chen had already silently retreated, leaving them completely alone and ensuring absolute safety in the surrounding area.

Gu Yanshen scooped Lu Xiran up in his arms and strode toward the private elevator. The elevator mirror reflected his taut jaw and the flushed face of the person in his arms. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

That night was absolutely wild.

The effects of the drug, mixed with long-suppressed deep affection, lingering fear, and the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost, transformed into a primal and turbulent wave that completely engulfed the two. Gu Yanshen could no longer restrain herself, nor was she able to. Driven by instinct, she repeatedly demanded, possessed, and confirmed, using the most direct method to dispel the remaining effects of the drug within her body, and even more so, to dispel the cold chill of being schemed against and betrayed, leaving only her own burning reality.

Lu Xiran was tossed about by his almost out-of-control dominance and burning love. From initial panic to gradually understanding what he might have gone through, heartache and affection eventually overcame her shyness and discomfort. She obediently accepted everything about him, soothing his restless soul with gentle responses, becoming his only salvation and haven at this moment.

The night was thick with darkness, and passion burned like fire.

As dawn approached, the faint morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, sparingly casting a hazy glow.

Lu Xiran was exhausted. She curled up in Gu Yanshen's arms, her breathing shallow, and fell into a deep sleep. Her once fair and delicate skin was now covered with marks of varying depths.

The effects of the medicine in Gu Yanshen's body finally subsided slightly, leaving behind a state of lucidity and dull pain after being overdrawn.

Lu Xiran felt Gu Yanshen's movement, slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Her vision was still blurry, but she instinctively snuggled closer to him and softly called out, "Uncle..."

Gu Yan took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the inappropriate thought. He pulled her closer, holding her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head. His voice was hoarse with apology, "...I hurt you."

"It doesn't hurt." Lu Xiran looked up at him, her eyes filled with pure concern. "Are you feeling better? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

She's always like this; no matter how domineering or out of control he is, she only cares about whether he's alright.

—Unreserved trust, unconditional acceptance.

Gu Yanshen's heart softened completely, as if it had been soaked in warm honey. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice low and gentle, revealing a rare hint of lingering fear and vulnerability: "With you here, everything is alright."

He paused, then pulled her closer, as if to confirm her presence. His voice deepened, "Last night... I was so scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Xiran asked softly.

"I'm afraid..." Gu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed as he said in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid I've really fallen into a trap and done something irreversible... I'm afraid you'll never forgive me again, and you'll never want me again..."