C2 God a Crazy Night!

The next morning.

Yang Shishi woke up with a splitting headache.

Not only did she have a headache, but her body also felt as if it had been run over by a car. She was in so much pain that she was about to fall apart.

She opened her eyes. The unfamiliar room in front of her caused her to be at a loss. She furrowed her brows as she thought about everything that had happened last night. Everything that had happened last night flooded into her mind.

"Heavens!"

Yang Shishi exclaimed and jumped up. The aching pain in her body became even more distinct, and she almost fell back on the bed.

Her hands trembled as she lifted the blanket away. The pure white sheet had turned dark brown from the blood!

At this moment, Yang Shishi's mind was blank. All the strength in her body was instantly sucked out. No matter how hard she tried to believe it, it was true that she was strong last night.

What should he do? What should he do?

Yang Shishi buried her face in the blanket in frustration. The aftertaste of the lovemaking hit her nose, clearly reminding her of everything that happened last night. Panic and fear floated on her pale face.

Calm down! He had to be calm!

Yang Shishi sat on the bed, her face covered with her hands as she closed her eyes. Her mind was racing as she thought, "First, I want to escape!"

Resisting the discomfort with great difficulty, she jumped off the bed, quickly found a wardrobe, and found a shirt that she could wear as a dress.

Then, she thought of calling the police, but she did not know the identity of the other party!

No, she couldn't let him go that easily.

Yang Shishi quickly returned to the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table, searching for valuable clues.

The bedside table was filled with documents and notes she couldn't understand. There were also name-watches and high-end lighter items.

None of this was of any use to her. There was nothing that could prove that man's identity, even if it was just a photo. At least she could testify against him.

Perhaps it was because the heavens had heard her wishes, but just as she was about to give up, her fingertips inadvertently flipped through the thick notebook. A photo floated in front of her from the notebook.

That was a piece of family fortune. Should it be called family fortune?

This was because the photo looked like a family of three. Based on her vague memories, she was able to instinctively believe that the handsome man in front was the devilish man from last night.

Yang Shishi didn't have time to examine it closely. She stuffed it into her shirt pocket.

Opening the door, she stuck her head out, carefully avoiding the servants. She could be considered lucky as she was able to smoothly cross the luxurious courtyard and escape the Devil's Cave.

One hour later …

A young man wearing a white sweatshirt walked over from the beautiful spiral staircase. His forehead still had unwiped sweat, and his face was flushed red. He looked to be in great spirits.

"Young Master!" Butler Jin Cheng came over, looking panicked.

There were several guards standing respectfully in the large long corridor. They too seemed to have done something wrong as their heads were lowered.

The young man's brows slightly furrowed as he coldly asked, "What's the matter?"

Jin Cheng lowered his head even more, blaming himself, "Young master, the girl that the Old Master sent over has run away!"

"He ran away?" The man raised his eyebrows, astonishment flashing across his eyes.

Jin Cheng quickly said, "Young Master, don't worry. I will immediately send someone to get that girl back. It's just that the servant was too careless, thinking that she didn't wake up that quickly, so …"

"No need!" The young man interrupted the butler and spoke with praise, "I didn't think that there would be anyone in this world who dares to disobey grandfather's wishes. Since she doesn't want to, then let her go!"

"But …" Jin Cheng wanted to say something.

However, when he saw that the man's face had darkened and his long and narrow black eyes were filled with a layer of biting cold intent, he immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.