C18 She Was Beaten Up!

Assuming she was answering her father's call, she didn't bother to check the caller ID and snapped, "I've already told you not to call me. Can't you understand that?"

A brief silence followed on the other end before a deep, magnetic voice finally broke through.

It was as captivating as the sound of a cello, yet it carried an undeniable authority and a chilling edge. "Who were you on the phone with just now?"

"You?" Muh Jingyan blinked in surprise, not expecting Yung Mo to be on the line.

"Where are you?" His voice carried a dangerous undertone, tinged with an unexplained fury.

Muh Jingyan's brow furrowed, yet she replied icily, "Di City."

"Where in Di City?"

His voice, laced with dissatisfaction, came through again, and she could almost sense the restrained anger in his tone.

"The Dynasty Hotel!"

No sooner had she spoken than he abruptly ended the call.

This was the first time Muh Jingyan had been hung up on by that man. She stared at her phone, momentarily dazed, a flicker of bewilderment crossing her gaze.

Meanwhile, Yung Mo had hung up with a thunderous expression. An icy aura surrounded him, warning others to keep their distance, his presence exuding extreme danger.

His eyes blazed with a fearsome rage that even Special Assistant Yun, who had been with Yung Mo since his youth and knew him well, found startling.

Since that incident, Yung Mo had never smiled, seemingly locked in a perpetual state of aloofness and severity.

Yet today, his anger was palpable. Special Assistant Yun couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman could provoke such a reaction in Yung Mo.

Was it the woman from the files? But with only three years of data, he didn't see what was so extraordinary about this Muh Jingyan.

The car soon arrived at the Dynasty Hotel, and Yung Mo stormed inside without hesitation.

His fury showed no signs of abating. The thought of her leaving B City without a word, nearly convincing him he had lost her, fueled his anger.

He vividly recalled the surge of panic when he couldn't find her, a feeling that had led him to scour all of B City before finally tracking her flight information.

The more he dwelled on it, the darker his mood grew.

Was he truly that frightening? Did she really detest him that much?

He obtained Muh Jingyan's room number and even secured a room key.

The Dynasty Hotel, being part of the Rong Empire's holdings, meant no one dared to obstruct him.

Yung Mo ascended with a stormy countenance, contemplating how to discipline the wayward woman.

He was determined to ensure she learned her lesson this time.

Muh Jingyan's room door swung open as Yung Mo gently pushed his way in.

Darkness enveloped the room, silent save for the brilliant lights outside the window.

Yung Mo's frown deepened as he moved quietly toward the bed. The moonlight revealed her peaceful, sleeping form.

The sight of her, the one he longed for, somehow quelled his rising anger.

Yet, he remained fixated on her, unblinking.

He stood silently at the doorway for a long moment.

Listening to her soft, steady breathing filled the quiet, his restlessness eased. He crept closer to the bed, cautious not to disturb her slumber.

A shadow fell over her, and in her half-awake state, Muh Jingyan sensed a familiar yet foreign presence, an ominous feeling of danger.

Her hazy awareness snapped to alertness, her guarded eyes flashing open in the darkness to see the towering figure by her bed.

"Who's there?" Her voice, icy with a biting chill, confronted the looming figure. Her small frame lashed out like a swift cheetah, striking at Yung Mo with rapid precision.

Caught off guard, Yung Mo quickly blocked her assault, pulling her into his arms.

He gripped her tightly, his voice a deep, husky murmur in the darkness, tinged with a hint of irritation and coldness.

"It's me!"

At the sound of his familiar voice, Muh Jingyan jolted, the scent of his tobacco filling her senses, prompting a frown.

"Why are you here?"

Muh Jingyan's frosty interrogation was met with silence from Yung Mo.

The anger he had managed to suppress flared anew.

A deep coldness flashed in his eyes, his aura chilling to the bone as he glared at the woman in his embrace.

Without warning, he hoisted her onto his shoulder and swung his hand down sharply onto Muh Jingyan's backside.

The sound echoed crisply in the still room.

Muh Jingyan was stunned into silence, too shocked to react as Yung Mo's hand struck her.

As she came to her senses, her face burned with a mix of shame and annoyance. This man had actually spanked her.

"Yung Mo, what are you doing? Put me down!"

Muh Jingyan's cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, a stark contrast to her usual icy detachment.

How dare this man spank her!

Yung Mo's grip was unyielding as he held the woman who writhed against him, ensuring she couldn't break free from his grasp.

Meanwhile, his other hand relentlessly spanked Muh Jingyan's backside, showing no signs of relenting.

It seemed he was intent on making sure Muh Jingyan learned her lesson well.