C18 What Are You Going to Do?

Su Ranxi glared at the man in front of her with resentment. There was an emotion in his eyes she couldn't quite decipher. Although it was just a fleeting moment, she caught it clearly. Behind those seemingly ruthless and heartless eyes, there was undoubtedly something hidden—a kind of unspoken melancholy that inexplicably saddened her. She forgot to struggle, forgot to resist; his eyes were like a massive black hole, swirling with a wild vortex that pulled her in deeply.

Feng Muhan saw something unexpected in her eyes—pity. Yes, pity for him. Anger surged within him. How dare she pity him? She was nothing more than a mere servant, a slave he had bought from the black market. What right did she have to pity him?

Suddenly, Su Ranxi was violently pushed away. Even though she was somewhat prepared, she couldn't withstand the force of his shove. Stumbling forward several steps, she barely managed to regain her balance, utterly shocked.

"Sir, why did you come here yourself?" The butler, noticing the immediate tension between the two, wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.

"This is none of your concern. Leave!" Feng Muhan shot the butler a cold glance, then grabbed Su Ranxi's wrist, dragging her into the room.

At this moment, the butler had things to say but didn't dare voice them, so he quickly retreated, feeling defeated.

Her wrist throbbed painfully from his grip, and soon, a red mark appeared on her fair skin. During those days locked in Room Two, she had imagined countless times that even if she couldn't defeat him, she could at least hold her own. But now, she realized how wrong she was. His skills far surpassed hers, and thinking she could overpower him with sheer force was nothing short of a fantasy.

"Let me go!" she demanded, trying to break free. This man seemed insane, and she had no intention of becoming his plaything or experiment.

"You better behave and cooperate. Otherwise, you'll be the one suffering later," Muhan said, his face expressionless. This woman not only dared to challenge him but also seemed to understand things he tried hard to conceal. No one had ever read him like that before, and it intrigued him. It made him want to know her, control her, and possess her even more.

"What exactly do you want?" Ranxi felt a growing unease, sensing things were spiraling beyond her expectations.

"You'll find out soon enough," Muhan replied, ignoring her resistance. He dragged her into a frigid iron room, so cold it could freeze a person to death. As soon as they stepped inside, the fine hairs on her arms frosted over, and her breath crystallized in the air.

The freezing cold enveloped her. Despite wearing a long-sleeved shirt, her maid outfit's skirt only reached her thighs, and soon her legs turned bright red from the chill. She could hold on through sheer willpower, but in such frigid temperatures, staying for long was dangerous. Even with her good physical condition, the thin clothing she wore could only keep her warm for two or three hours. Any longer, and she'd turn into a popsicle in no time.

Muhan gripped her tightly, pulling her further inside. Ranxi struggled desperately, trying to escape the cold storage that threatened to freeze her to death, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

"Don't waste your energy," Muhan said, a bit annoyed. Did this woman not understand him?

"What are you planning to do to me? Harvest my organs?" she asked coolly.

Hearing her question, a slight smile tugged at the corners of Muhan's mouth. This woman was truly interesting, to have such thoughts and to ask so calmly. It seemed she was someone who had seen the world before; such calmness was innate and couldn't be faked.