C10 Big Pervert!

Qiao Yiyi was at a loss for words to describe her current state. She felt like a lamb awaiting slaughter, yet her humiliation surpassed that of any lamb.

In this society, it wasn't rare for wealthy individuals to prey upon respectable women. But Qiao Yiyi's situation was unique; she was bound hand and foot to a bed. This only confirmed that Mo Xiling was an utter deviant.

A sardonic smile played at the corner of her mouth. Indeed, the universe had a sense of balance: it had bestowed upon Mo Xiling an extraordinary visage and immeasurable riches, only to twist him into a deviant.

Could a deviant ever truly be happy? Perhaps that explained his penchant for devising such cruel ways to torment her.

Internally, Qiao Yiyi seethed with curses for Mo Xiling. She was consumed by anger, sorrow, and fear, yet she was powerless. She couldn't fathom what she had done to deserve such a fate. Why had her life taken such a turn?

As she pondered the fickleness of life, the door gently opened, and a girl in a purple formal dress entered.

The girl's face was new to her, but the dress was unmistakable—it was the one Miss Mo had worn to the ball. Could this be Miss Mo herself?

The girl's beauty was evident, yet there was a detachment in her gaze. Her serene aura left no doubt in Qiao Yiyi's mind; this had to be Miss Mo.

Oddly enough, being seen in her naked state by another woman made her feel even more mortified, her cheeks flushing as if they might bleed.

Mo Siyu's face bore a soft smile. "Congratulations on being chosen. But be warned, Xiling is an eccentric one. You'll need to tread carefully around him."

Qiao Yiyi looked up at her with a forlorn expression. "Miss Mo, I implore you, please release me. I long to return home."

Mo Siyu's eyes scanned her body, her smile unwavering. "You have a nice figure, fair and smooth. Xiling has no tolerance for women with scars."

"Miss Mo," Qiao Yiyi whimpered, "please, in the spirit of our shared womanhood, let me go."

Mo Siyu appeared somewhat taken aback. "You don't wish to be Xiling's woman? You don't want to stay with the Mo family?"

"No, I don't," she replied earnestly. "I just want to go home."

Mo Siyu watched her for a moment before bursting into laughter. "It's no wonder Xiling wants to keep you around. He's always the one turning down women, never the other way around. So..." Her smile deepened, "I suspect it's because you wounded his pride."

Qiao Yiyi was taken aback. She had wounded Mo Xiling's pride? He really was a big pervert, unable to handle rejection, so he resorted to tormenting her!

Her cries grew louder. "Please, just let me go. I want to go home," she sobbed.

Mo Siyu frowned with impatience. "Enough with the crying. Xiling detests it when women weep."

Hearing this, something clicked in Qiao Yiyi's mind. If Mo Xiling despised women's tears, she'd make sure to cry in front of him later. Perhaps that would disgust him enough to let her go!

With that thought, she let out a few more sobs before quieting down.

Noticing her silence, Mo Siyu draped a bathrobe over her, then released her hands and feet.

Now free, Qiao Yiyi's first thought was whether she should knock Miss Mo out and make a run for it.

But Mo Siyu, as if reading her mind, spoke calmly, "Don't even think about escaping. No one gets away from the Mo family."

Qiao Yiyi felt sheepish under her confident gaze. She wrapped herself tightly in the bathrobe and stood silently, head bowed.

"Follow me," Mo Siyu instructed, eyeing her. "You need a proper wash. Xiling would find your current state quite off-putting."

"And then?" Qiao Yiyi inquired.

"Then... you could become Xiling's woman, that is," she smirked, arching an eyebrow, "if he's still interested. There was a girl before you, prettier and more compliant. Xiling was quite pleased with her, but right after her bath, he had a change of heart."

"What happened to her?"

"She was sent back, naturally."

Realizing there was still a chance, Qiao Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief and dutifully followed Mo Siyu to bathe.