[Note: This isn't a quick transmigration story. The pronunciation is Shu (with first tone) and Yu (with fourth tone).]
When Mo Shu woke up in the middle of the night, she found herself in a strange state.
As she came to once again, Mo Shu realized she was lying in a hotel room, with the curtains wide open, letting sunlight stream in and clearly showing the marks on her body.
She was clearly walking on the runway, but after being 'accidentally' tripped by a longtime rival and falling off the T-stage, how could she have woken up to this? Thɪs chapter is updated by novel✶fire.net
[Because you're dead~]
An authentic Hong Kong accent rang in her head, startling Mo Shu with a shiver.
This shiver woke up the man in the bed.
His sharp, handsome eyebrows furrowed, then suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
These were slightly long and narrow phoenix eyes, with pitch-black and deep pupils, gradually focusing until they landed on Mo Shu, furrowing harshly in an instant.
An invisible aura pressed down, as if an emperor had descended, commanding without anger, and the temperature around them seemed to plummet.
Mo Shu tensed, instinctively feeling a dread creeping over her, and subconsciously moved backward.
What a powerful presence!
But before she could gather her wits, her throat was gripped tightly, Mo Shu couldn't even scream before being pressed against the headboard.
"Mo, Shu, who gave you the guts to drug me?"
Mo Shu's throat was crushed painfully, tears sprang from her eyes as she instinctively struggled, gripping the man's hand tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, air becoming scarce, thinner and thinner.
Just when she thought she was about to die, the room door was suddenly pounded on frantically, accompanied by the urgent sound of a doorbell.
The aura emanating from the man grew more dangerous, like an Asura emerging from hell, his whole being exuding an air of slaughter.
Eventually, he flung her to the ground viciously, and Mo Shu finally caught her breath, coughing loudly on the floor.
The man snatched up scattered clothes nearby and put them on, just having buttoned his trousers when the room door was busted open.
Mo Shu paled, scrambling up onto the bed and pulling the duvet over her body.
"Yu Siqiao!" A roar of heart-wrenching fury made Mo Shu's soul almost leave her body.
Mo Shu felt the name was somewhat familiar, but for the moment, she couldn't remember when she had heard it.
Outside the room, four or five people entered.
Among them, Yu Siqiao's father, Yu Jinggang, tremblingly pointed, "You unfilial son, all the elders have high hopes for you and want you to have a good relationship with Mo Shu. Yet you're messing around outside, what kind of woman has bewitched you to this extent!"
Yu Siqiao's face was stern, his body exuding an icy coldness like he was enveloped in frost. He coldly looked towards the unwelcome group, "Since you've all conspired together, why bother to put on an act."
Walking up, he was about to pull away Mo Shu's duvet.
Mo Shu screamed sharply, "Don't!"
The duvet didn't move, Mo Shu's entire body shook violently, shocked and disbelieving.
What place was this? How could she be here?
She was clearly just a college student who also worked part-time as a model. Although she had some unhappy classmates, it shouldn't have led to this, right?
She was almost strangled to death by this man named Yu Siqiao!
She clung desperately to the duvet, covering herself, and looked up, pleading for help from the people around her.
"Mo Shu?" Yu Jinggang was clearly very shocked, "It's actually you, you and Siqiao..."
Mo Shu's face showed confusion.
She didn't know them at all, but why did they all seem so familiar with her?
Yu Jinggang quickly noticed Mo Shu's trembling and the marks on her neck, seemingly guessing something.
Yu Siqiao's face became extremely unsightly, glaring viciously at Mo Shu, his gaze sharp like the deadliest blade, almost cleaving her to pieces!
Mo Shu trembled, shrinking further into the duvet, looking at all the unfamiliarity around her, and then suddenly everything went black as she fainted.
Before she passed out, all she could think was: Who are these people?