How could she, having studied abroad, not have seen the world? In fact, many people—well, many “pigs”—didn’t care whether Mu Wan had an engagement or not. They passionately confessed their feelings to her. But she always considered herself as someone with a boyfriend, waiting for Kuang Shuyu to give her a passionate love story. In the end, it was indeed passionate, but it ended up burning her completely. When she was kidnapped, she panicked and dialed her emergency contact. Kuang Shuyu answered the call but didn’t take it seriously, thinking she was just being willful, which caused her to miss the best chance for rescue.

“Hey, beautiful, want to have a drink?”

A flirtatious male voice snapped Mu Wan out of her thoughts. She looked up to see an ordinary-looking man walking up to Kuang Xingran, his posture suggestive.

Kuang Xingran didn’t even lift her head. “Get lost, I’m not interested!”

Mu Wan: “…”

That was so blunt and simple.

The man didn’t give up. He pulled out a card. “I’ll buy you a drink,” he said, with a strong insinuation. “Very expensive wine.”

Kuang Xingran impatiently glanced at the ordinary yet confident man, then waved for the waiter. She pulled out a card from her bag and slapped it down on the transparent counter.

“One bottle of Ace of Spades.”

The man’s face immediately stiffened. This was the top nightclub in S city, and drinks were already much more expensive than usual. The Ace of Spades champagne, a high-end brand, would cost at least 100,000.

Mu Wan saw the blush on Kuang Xingran’s cheeks and advised, “You’ve already had a lot to drink, you shouldn’t have more.”

Kuang Xingran nodded. “Yeah, I shouldn’t drink anymore.”

The man, seeing the two of them playing along as if putting on a show for him, sarcastically remarked, “Can’t afford it? Just admit it. Don’t pretend. Ace of Spades? Stop acting like you’re a rich second-generation heir or something, two gold-digging women—”

Kuang Xingran interrupted. “Waiter, here’s a tip. Go buy some live shrimp nearby. I want drunken shrimp.”

The man: “…”

Mu Wan: “…”

Her explosive response immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the bar. The man shot a cold glare, sneered, and walked away.

Twenty minutes later, Mu Wan helped the drunken Kuang Xingran out of the bar.

Don’t misunderstand. It wasn’t the drunken shrimp that got them into this state; it was the entire bottle of Ace of Spades that had done the trick. The bartender was too embarrassed to walk over and explain. Ace of Spades is champagne, not a liquor that can be used for drunken shrimp.

Mu Wan almost burst into laughter at the thought, and Kuang Xingran was silent for a long time, feeling like her brain was fried from the alcohol.

Mu Wan didn’t bring her driver today and instead came out in Kuang Xingran’s car. She helped Kuang Xingran to the parking lot, looking for the car while taking out her phone.

“I’ll get a designated driver. Just hang on, don’t throw up,” Mu Wan said.

Kuang Xingran replied with a single “1.”

Mu Wan: “…”

She quickly found the valet’s parking spot, opened the car door, and was about to push Kuang Xingran inside when suddenly a shadow loomed over her from behind. She was startled and hurriedly turned around. It was the man who had tried to flirt with Kuang Xingran earlier, now wearing a mocking smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be eating drunken shrimp? Why are you leaving?” he sneered. “Pretending to be rich, huh? You almost fooled me.”

Mu Wan’s heart sank, but she forced herself to stay calm and coldly replied, “What do you want?”

The man grabbed Mu Wan’s chin. “What do I want? Of course, I want to buy you a drink,” he said, eyeing her face. Her beauty was extraordinary, even without makeup, still flawless. After drinking, her face was slightly flushed, a mix of innocence and allure, more captivating than the heavy beauties usually seen in bars.

“The lighting in the bar was dim, so your beauty was covered up,” he said with a lecherous grin, and his hand moved recklessly toward Mu Wan’s face.

Mu Wan’s body tensed, suppressing the nausea in her throat. She pushed the man away forcefully. “Get lost!” Her face was pale, and in a panic, she pushed Kuang Xingran into the passenger seat and was about to get in the driver’s side.

Just as her hand reached for the car door, the man caught up with her, grabbing her and using brute force to drag her toward the shadowed area behind the car.

“You slut. Coming to the bar in the middle of the night, just asking for it. I’ll give you ten thousand after. Don’t ruin the mood.”

A wave of panic engulfed Mu Wan, and she clung desperately to the car handle, banging on the window. Her eyes filled with tears. “Xingran, call the police, call the police!”

The valet had parked her car quite far back, surrounded by empty cars, with not a single person in sight. Kuang Xingran, still dizzy from the bottle of Ace of Spades, was about to get angry when she heard the loud banging sound. She opened her eyes and saw the scene in front of her, instantly shocked.

Without hesitation, she opened the door and rushed out to help.

Mu Wan quickly shouted at her. “Xingran, call the police! Go find the bar security!”

The two girls, both drunk, were not necessarily a match for the man behind them. It was unclear whether calling the police or their presence angered the man. He grabbed Mu Wan’s hair and yanked her back. “Call the fucking police. By the time they arrive, I’ll already be done.”

Kuang Xingran, panicked, hurriedly searched for her phone. Suddenly, a phone rang from the car. She quickly followed the sound and picked it up from under her feet, only to find it wasn’t her phone—it was Mu Wan’s.

The caller: Kuang Ye.

She quickly answered, her voice frantic. “In the parking lot of East City’s Ace of Spades bar, hurry, Wan Wan is in danger!”