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"That's also mother's words. You have to agree even if you don't want to." Xia Ran said sternly, her beautiful face was filled with hatred.

If she could have children, would she give her the man she loved so much? Let her enjoy his love?

Wen Xin instantly understood the plot behind this matter. She raised her head and said somewhat angrily: "Last night, you made me drink, was it not a trap you set up? Did you put me in your husband's bed yourself? Why are you doing this? I'm still your blood sister! "

Xia Ran did not expect her to understand so quickly, and she admitted it nonchalantly: "Yes, that's right, I did it, but, I am not willing to give you Jueye as a gift! Wen Xin, if you do not agree to my request, these photos will become your nightmare. You can forget about getting married in this lifetime! "

"We're sisters, why are you so heartless?" Wen Xin was so angry that her eyes were red.

"Sisters? Are you qualified to be my sister? I'm the Xia Group's daughter, what about you? You are just a mistake that Mom made when she was young. By giving birth to you, even Mom herself regrets. "

"You ?" Wen Xin was speechless, her heart was hurt, what Xia Ran said was the truth.

"I'll give you a day to consider it. If you agree, I will continue to arrange you and Jueye for a night. However, you have no choice, you have to help me give birth to a child!" After Xia Ran finished speaking, she picked up the Chanel Pouch and left arrogantly.

Behind him, Wen Xin hugged her arms, her entire body trembling from anger.

Lowering her head, the traces of shame on her body further proved that it was absurd last night. She and Leng Jueye made such an irreparable mistake!

She only knew this man, and that was at Xia Ran's wedding. From a distance, she could see that he was tall, handsome, and was a proud son of heaven.

He was the successor to Leng's Group, and his short battle record in just a few years, was like a ferocious wild shark. It was said that wherever he pointed his sword, the sky would change, and with just a few words, the entire business world would tremble.

This man was unspeakably noble, unattainable, and powerful.

Her mother was very proud that her daughter had married such a king of business.

And she, in the face of such a man, would never even think of getting close to him.

But last night ?

How could that be?

How is this possible?

She covered her face with her hands. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die, and she couldn't control her tears.

The blood in his entire body seemed to have frozen over.

Even though she was angry and filled with hatred, she couldn't find a direction to vent it on. Was it her sister, her mother, or the man who had brutally taken her body last night?

She hurriedly put on her clothes and escaped from the scene. This would become a nightmare that she would never be able to wash away.

In the VIP parking lot in front of the hotel, in the first Rolls-Royce, a young man wearing black-framed glasses sat behind the wheel. He was staring intently at the entrance of the hotel, as if he was waiting for someone.

In the back seat, a slender man was flipping through documents. In front of him was a tablet computer, its complex trading numbers and pictures constantly changing. The side seats were also occupied by the data.

The expensive hand-made shirt was rolled up a bit, the bronze-colored strong arm, and the out-of-print man's watch was noble and extraordinary.

He had a row of thick, long eyelashes. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and his lips were as thin as a mountain under the bridge of his nose. Even when he pursed his lips, there was still an indescribable sexy look.

Just then, the assistant in front, Zuo Feng, reminded him, "Young Master, Miss Wen is coming out."

The man paused, his slender hands supporting his elegant chin as he looked out the window towards the entrance of the hotel.