Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare

Chapter 1158 - 1176: Young Master Lin Alone in an Empty Boudoir (Part 1)

In an instant, Lin Mubai felt a strong urge to strangle this woman.

"Shen Mengqi, shut your mouth. Don’t think that just because you’re An Nan’s sister, I can’t do anything about you." After speaking, his gaze fell on the person in the other’s arms, with a clear warning in his eyes.

Unfortunately, his plan was wrong this time, and terribly wrong at that.

The other person followed her gaze, mimicking him by raising an eyebrow slightly, and said with indifference, "Are you planning to exile this bastard to Africa? I’d be more than grateful for that. Please, do hurry up."

Instantly, Lin Mubai’s face almost turned black with anger. This woman was truly difficult and impervious to any influence.

He did have such thoughts, but even if he tossed Han Xiayang to Africa, this woman wouldn’t be the least bit sad and might even buy some fireworks to celebrate.

Not able to out-talk the other or suppress her aura, Lin Mubai went berserk the next moment.

He couldn’t afford to provoke her, but he couldn’t avoid her either?

If this woman went around whispering in An Nan’s ear in the future, he could kiss his good days goodbye. It seemed he needed to think of a strategy first; act first to get the upper hand, or suffer if he acted later. He must not become the one to suffer.

Watching the already distant figure, a strong hint of malice flashed in Shen Mengqi’s eyes. Relying on this bastard, handing this drunken guy to her, she wouldn’t let it slide easily this time, even if it meant causing him some trouble.

After her malicious thoughts passed, she began to fret again.

"Damn bastard, having nothing better to do than to drink so much, heavy as hell."

If it weren’t for those words on the phone just now softening her heart, she would have left him to sleep on the road.

There were fewer people in front of the hotel at midnight. Fortunately, she found a staff member on duty, but soon after, she was fretting again. She couldn’t take him to their floor as he’d definitely be laughed at by those women in the morning, yet she didn’t know the bastard’s room number. What was she to do?

In the end, it was a nearby staff member who reminded her.

"Miss, if you forgot your room card, you could go to the front desk and have the staff assist you." The on-duty staff completely misconstrued her hesitation into something else.

It reminded her too: "Right, how did I become so dumb? Such a simple solution, and I didn’t think of it."

Then, with the help of another staff member and the on-duty staff, Shen Mengqi finally dragged the dead-drunk bastard back to his room, with her mouth already curving into a twist: "Damn bastard, you don’t know what I’m saying now, but when you wake up, we’ll settle old and new scores together."

In his drunken stupor, Han Xiayang suddenly sneezed.

At the same time, a strong feeling swept through his mind, that he shouldn’t wake up too soon, to take it slow, unhurried, as long as the timing was just right.

After stripping the unconscious guy of his clothes, Shen Mengqi was panting heavily from exhaustion: "Damn bastard, swollen like a pig." As she spoke, she lifted her foot, ready to stomp down hard, but the next moment, her foot was caught by a broad hand, and before she could react to what happened, she was firmly pinned down.