Wen Yuci was very clear that once she fell into Fu Ziyuan's hands, she would be truly doomed tonight!
The effects of the drug had already started to kick in, and not only was her body feverish, but it also felt sore and weak.
In Wen Yuci's bedroom was a small balcony, by which stood a large tree. When she was a child, to escape the pressure from her parents, she would often climb up and down this very tree.
Wen Yuci took a deep breath, climbed onto the tree, and then carefully descended it.
Perhaps due to her weakness, she fell halfway down.
Her delicate white arms were scraped, but she ignored the pain, got up from the ground, and ran quickly towards the small back gate.
Fu Ziyuan had already arrived.
Mother Wen, smiling broadly, opened the car door for him, "Ziyuan, you're here. Cici has been waiting in her bedroom."
A smile curled on Fu Ziyuan's lips, a hint of chilling intent flashing in his eyes.
Tonight, he would finally have Wen Yuci.
