Mo Xingyuan stepped into the bathroom, clearly having no intention of dealing with Su Li any further. The room fell silent. Su Li’s hand went to her throat; for a terrifying moment, she had truly believed he was going to strangle her. He didn't have to say a word. She would keep her distance. She shuffled into a darker corner of the room and sighed. So much for her plan to marry into wealth. When Mo Xingyuan emerged from the bathroom, he glanced toward the door and saw she was gone from her original spot. Thinking she had left, he took a few more steps, only to find her huddled in the shadows. Su Li was sitting on the floor, texting Lu Jing. Knowing Su Li was sharing a room with Mo Xingyuan for the night, Lu Jing was understandably worried. Su Li snapped a picture of the floor and sent it to her. “Don’t worry,” she typed. “I’m the one he should be afraid of.” Just as she sent it, she heard a faint sound. She looked up. Mo Xingyuan stood there in grey silk pajamas, the collar open to reveal a neck so pale it would make any woman envious. The sharp line of his Adam’s apple was undeniably sexy. His hair was still damp, and the languid way he looked down gave him the air of a noble Maine Coon—handsome and utterly captivating. His features were truly exquisite, the kind of flawless beauty you couldn't find a single fault with. To have a man like this for a husband… just looking at him was a win. “You should get some rest,” Su Li said, remembering his poor health and offering a polite courtesy. Mo Xingyuan walked straight to the bed without a single glance in her direction, pulled back the covers, and got in. Then he switched off the lights. Su Li was left speechless. In the vast bedroom, Su Li felt like a stray cat that had wandered into the wrong house. The owner clearly didn't want her, so all she could do was retreat into a dark corner and try to make herself invisible. Suddenly, her desire to share anything with Lu Jing vanished. From Mo Xingyuan’s perspective, he’d done nothing wrong. If their roles were reversed, she probably would have called the police. She leaned back against the wall. The room was heated, so at least she wasn’t cold. She put down her phone. Being in this unfamiliar place, sharing a room with a man she barely knew but who was technically her husband—the feeling was bizarre. Thinking back on the events of the past few days felt like recalling a dream, one that was both laughable and tinged with a bitter aftertaste. Su Li sighed softly and closed her eyes. An old saying echoed in her mind: This was the path she had chosen, and she would have to see it through, even if she had to crawl. . The cold woke Su Li. There had been no gallant rescue in the night, no master of the house carrying her to bed, no blanket draped over her sleeping form. None of the warmth she might have secretly hoped for. The man was utterly heartless. Mo Xingyuan was already washed and dressed, standing a short distance away. “There are fresh clothes in the bathroom,” he said. “Clean yourself up. Don’t give people the impression that I’ve mistreated you.” Su Li rubbed her nose and couldn’t stop a sneeze from escaping. Did he really care what other people thought? She used the wall to push herself up. Her legs were numb from sitting for so long, and her back and neck ached. Mo Xingyuan watched with cold eyes as she struggled into the bathroom, a rare, strange emotion stirring within him. He hadn't actually expected her to spend the entire night on the floor. For someone who had married him, she was certainly good at keeping her distance. She knew her place. Suddenly, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, then glanced toward the bathroom. He swiped to answer. “Mo Xingyuan, I fell.” Su Li’s choked sob came through the phone. Mo Xingyuan’s brow tightened. Just when he was thinking she knew her place, she had to stir up trouble. “If you fell, get up.” Pain brought tears to Su Li’s eyes, but his callous words made them spill over. If she *could* get up, would she be calling him? “I can’t move,” Su Li sniffled, her voice thick. She’d been standing on one leg while trying to take off her pants, must have pulled something, and her leg just gave out. Luckily, her hand had scrabbled and knocked the phone to the floor with her; otherwise, she’d have had to scream her lungs out. The man’s heartlessness sparked a sudden wave of indignation, but she knew she had no one to blame but herself. Silence on the other end. Su Li could practically hear him thinking *serves you right*. “Mo Xingyuan…” she tried again. A clipped curse escaped his lips, and then the line went dead. Just when she thought all hope was lost, the bathroom door swung open. Mo Xingyuan’s face was dark as he stared down at the woman on the floor, his displeasure palpable. She was wearing only a black bra on her upper body, revealing a wide expanse of pale skin. Below, one leg was still trapped in her jeans while the other was bare. He’d never seen a more awkward, undignified sight. Su Li knew she must look ridiculous. It wasn’t what she wanted, but there was nothing to be done. Being stared at by Mo Xingyuan made her burn with humiliation. “I really can’t get up,” she said, trying to prove she wasn’t lying. She pushed against the floor with her hands, attempting to lift her hips, but a fresh wave of pain sent tears streaming down her face. Mo Xingyuan’s gaze darkened. He bent down and scooped her up into his arms. The moment his hands touched her skin, his throat tightened. He ruthlessly suppressed the strange feeling rising in his chest, kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, and carried her out of the bathroom, placing her on the bed. Su Li didn't care that it was his bed. She grabbed the comforter, pulled it over herself, and managed a "thank you." She had never been so mortified. She could have fallen anywhere, but it just had to be in *his* bathroom, and with her clothes half-off. Her only consolation was that she wasn't completely naked. Su Li bit her lip, too embarrassed to speak. Mo Xingyuan took out his phone and made a call. “Come to the main house… It’s not for me… Yes.” After hanging up, Mo Xingyuan glanced at the woman hiding under the covers. The thought of her, disheveled and in his bed, made his brow furrow. This woman was nothing but trouble. An absolute nuisance. After a moment of silence, Su Li guessed he had called a doctor for her. She slowly peeked out from under the comforter. “Could you… could you get my clothes for me?” she asked, her voice muffled. Mo Xingyuan didn’t move. “If someone sees me like this…” Su Li bit her lip again. “Technically, I’m your wife. And I’m in your bed…” “Shut up.” Mo Xingyuan went into the bathroom and returned with a set of women’s loungewear, tossing it to her. Su Li had noticed it before. There was a large walk-in closet in the bathroom, fully stocked with toiletries, as well as a complete range of women’s undergarments and loungewear. Everything had been prepared with care. Su Li took the clothes and managed to put on the top, but the pants were a struggle. Her back hurt too much, and she couldn't lift her leg high enough to get them on. She could only look to Mo Xingyuan. He read the plea in her eyes, and his face clouded over like a stormy sky in June. “Please, help me,” Su Li said. She truly wasn't doing this on purpose; she just couldn’t move. She’d never had to ask for something like this before. “Or, you could call one of the housekeepers, that would be fine too.” Finally, Mo Xingyuan approached the bed. He unceremoniously ripped the comforter aside, leaving her completely exposed.