Fu Nancheng's handsome features were lost in the flickering shadows, his expression inscrutable. "No need," he said, his voice cold. She went in on her own; no one forced her. First, it was his nephew with that explicit love letter. Now, it was this Mr. Sun, meeting her for a hotel room rendezvous. The woman was utterly shameless. Women with scandalous private lives were the type he despised most. Besides, why should he get involved in the affairs of a mere maid? Fu Nancheng turned and went into his own room. ………… Room 809. Hearing footsteps, Su Ci turned to see Sun Quan, a lecherous grin plastered across his face. She wasn't surprised in the least. So this was Li Lan's true intention. Su Ci looked at Sun Quan. "Who are you?" "I'm Sun Quan. You must be the bride the Su family sent for me." Since Su Ci was turned to the side, Sun Quan could only see the unmarred half of her face. *Stunning*, he thought, lunging for her. "Mr. Sun," Su Ci said, turning to face him fully. "I think there’s been a mistake. I’m Su Ci, the ugly girl from the countryside." Now Sun Quan saw the right side of her face. A long scar snaked across her skin, as hideous as a crawling centipede. "You... where did a hag like you crawl out from?" Sun Quan roared. "Is this the kind of trash the Su family sends me?" "Mr. Sun, please don't be angry. There must be a misunderstanding. I have a sister, Su Xue. She’s exquisite—the reigning beauty of Yecheng. She must be the bride the Su family promised you." "Then where is she?" "Don't you worry, Mr. Sun. She should be here any moment." No sooner had the words left her mouth than the door swung open, and Su Xue walked in. "Su Ci, are you an idiot? You forgot the key card and made me bring it all the way here." Su Xue had received a text from Su Ci asking her to bring the key card. To ensure things between Su Ci and Sun Quan went smoothly, she had no choice but to come. The moment Sun Quan laid eyes on Su Xue, his lecherous gaze lit up with excitement. What a stunning face. The reigning beauty of Yecheng certainly lived up to her reputation. "My bride, you're finally here!" Sun Quan exclaimed, lunging forward and grabbing Su Xue in an embrace. Su Xue froze, utterly bewildered. "Mr. Sun, what are you doing? Let go of me! You've got the wrong person—Su Ci is your bride!" "Su Xue, hold your tongue!" Su Ci snapped, her clear eyes glinting with a cold, mocking smile. "What are you implying? That the Su family would palm me off—the ugly girl from the countryside—onto Mr. Sun? What kind of insult is that to him?" Then, turning to Sun Quan, Su Ci laid on the flattery thick: "A man of Mr. Sun's distinguished stature deserves only the best. And you, the reigning beauty of Yecheng, are the only one worthy of him." Hahaha. Sun Quan roared with laughter. "I knew the Su family wouldn't have the guts to deceive me! Come on, my little beauty Su Xue, let’s have some fun." Sun Quan shoved Su Xue onto the bed. Terror filled Su Xue's face. It was supposed to be Su Ci in this bed, not her! How did this happen? "Mr. Sun, let me go! No! Su Ci, save me, please save me!" As Su Xue’s pleas for help echoed behind her, Su Ci walked out, pulling the door shut. Su Xue, "..." ………… Su Ci left, intending to head back, but then her phone rang. It was Fu Jue. Somehow, Fu Jue had gotten her number and had been harassing her with calls all day. She’d assumed he was just joking in the car last night, but to her dismay, he was serious about dating her. Fu Jue was Fu Nancheng's nephew. Sleeping with the uncle and then dating the nephew? That was a line she wouldn't cross. She wanted nothing to do with either of them. Su Ci ignored the call, but just then a familiar figure appeared down the hall. Fu Jue had actually followed her here. Speechless, Su Ci realized she was cornered. In a panic, she shoved open the door to the nearest presidential suite and ducked inside. But Fu Jue headed straight for that very same suite. *Does the guy have a tracking device on him?* she wondered. Su Ci's eyes swept across the enormous room before she darted to the bed and dove under the covers. The door opened and Fu Jue strode in, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle!" *Uncle?* Beneath the covers, Su Ci's breath hitched, and a chill went down her spine. *This can't be Fu Nancheng's room, can it?* Just then, the bathroom door clicked open. A deep, irritated voice cut through the air. "Fu Jue, what are you shouting about?"