PNB Chapter 113 Sinking
Chapter 113 Sinking
Everyone present was dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances as their eyes all fell on Fu Shiyue, watching him pick up his wine glass without hesitation and drink the wine in one gulp.
At this moment, one of them broke the silence first, saying in an unfriendly tone, "President Fu, since you are so determined to refuse cooperation, then there is indeed no need for us to continue discussing this. Let's end this meeting here. There's no point in saying more, hmph!"
After saying that, the man suddenly stood up and walked towards the door without looking back.
Immediately afterward, the others followed suit, leaving their seats like a tidal wave. In the blink of an eye, only Fu Shiyue's lonely figure remained in the large private room.
However, despite the crowd's angry departure, Fu Shiyue remained calm and composed, sitting quietly in his spot like a statue, without moving an inch.
For him, since the two sides could not reach a consensus, further arguments would be futile. Rather than wasting time and energy arguing, he might as well accept the outcome.
Outside the private room, the middle-aged man who had led the way stopped, glanced back at the closed door, and a sinister smile crept across his lips. He lowered his voice and said to his companion, "Just you wait and see! Fu Shiyue just drank that drink laced with a sedative. Once the drug takes effect, I'll immediately send someone over to film all his shameful antics. Then, this usually arrogant CEO will be utterly ruined! Hahahaha..."
With a burst of unrestrained laughter, the group of treacherous individuals walked away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Fu Shiyue was about to get up and leave when he suddenly sensed something was wrong...
Just as he was about to get up and leave, an indescribable, strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.
In an instant, a strong, intense heat surged like a tidal wave, rapidly engulfing him completely.
He felt as if his entire body was engulfed in flames, every inch of his skin, every cell, seemed to be burning. The intense heat made him involuntarily reach out and tug at his tie, trying to find some relief, but it was just a drop in the ocean and did nothing to alleviate the ever-present heat.
Gradually, fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, gathering together and sliding down his cheeks. At that moment, he understood—those treacherous old bastards had drugged him!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse inwardly, while clenching his teeth and trying his best to maintain the last bit of consciousness.
Despite his fading consciousness, he still managed to pull his phone out of his pocket with trembling hands, relying on his strong willpower, and then painstakingly dialed that familiar number—"Ye Xingran".
After the call connected, he said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Ye Xingran... save me... I've been framed."
Ye Xingran's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you alright? Where are you now? I'll come find you right away!" Hearing Ye Xingran's concerned words, he felt a little relieved and, despite his physical discomfort, managed to give her his location.
"I'm coming to find you now!" she said anxiously.
Just then, the door to the private room was gently pushed open, and a slender figure slipped in—a strange woman he had never seen before.
The strange woman had a graceful figure and alluring eyes like a seductive fox. She wore heavy lipstick, was scantily clad, and exuded charm; she was clearly a bar girl from this bar.
She slowly walked towards Fu Shiyue and said with a coquettish smile, "Mr. Fu, you look like you're not feeling well."
Fu Shiyue's eyes were filled with vigilance.
His sharp eyes were fixed on the ill-intentioned woman in front of him; she was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Seeing Fu Shiyue's tense reaction, the woman not only showed no sign of backing down, but instead laughed even more wildly as if she had discovered something amusing.
Her silvery laughter echoed in the room, sending chills down one's spine.
"Mr. Fu, please rest assured. I would never harm you. On the contrary, I came here specifically to help you."
As the woman spoke, she swayed her slender, supple waist, slowly approaching Fu Shiyue like a snake.
She sat down beside him, placed her hand on his shoulder, and gazed at him with alluring eyes.
"Get out!" Fu Shiyue's forehead veins bulged. At this moment, he was furious, but his movements were slowed down because his body was controlled by drugs.
Even so, he endured the discomfort in his body and suddenly reached out with both hands, grabbing the woman's fair and slender neck.
He gripped her hand with immense force, seemingly intent on killing her. At the same time, his once clear and deep eyes were now bloodshot, glaring fiercely at the woman before him as he demanded sharply, "Stop pretending! Tell me! Who sent you?"
The woman was having difficulty breathing, her face flushed red, and she managed to utter a few words with difficulty:
“No one… sent me.” Fu Shiyue snorted coldly, his grip on his hand not loosening in the slightest.
Just as he was about to lose his mind, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open forcefully. Ye Xingran rushed in, and was stunned for a moment when she saw the scene in front of her, and then quickly stepped forward.
"Fu Shiyue, let her go!" Ye Xingran shouted.
Fu Shiyue looked at Ye Xingran with dazed eyes and slowly released his hand.
The woman collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Ye Xingran walked to Fu Shiyue's side and looked at him with concern: "I'll take you away."
Just as she was about to turn around, the woman suddenly sneered, "Leave? You think you can leave so easily? Our people are all around here." Ye Xingran took out her phone, "I've already called the police. They'll surround this run-down bar soon."
Just then, a police siren sounded outside...
Afterwards, the bar girl could only pick up the trash and leave.
Ye Xingran helped Fu Shiyue out of the bar, but Fu Shiyue's condition was getting worse and worse, and his body was burning hot.
Left with no other choice, they had to take him to a nearby hotel.
Once inside the hotel room, Ye Xingran placed Fu Shiyue on the bed and was about to use a wet towel to cool him down when Fu Shiyue suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.
His eyes were filled with pain and struggle, and a hint of undisguised longing.
"Ye Xingran, I feel terrible..." His voice was hoarse and low.
Ye Xingran was pulled down onto the bed by Fu Shiyue. Her face instantly turned bright red, and her heart raced.
Fu Shiyue's hot breath sprayed against her neck, making her feel somewhat at a loss.
"Fu Shiyue, wake up!" Ye Xingran looked at the man in front of her, who was like a beast. She struggled desperately, trying to push away his heavy body, but it was all in vain. Fu Shiyue's strength was extraordinary, so much so that Ye Xingran could not budge him at all.
At this moment, Fu Shiyue was as if he were trapped in a terrible nightmare, completely losing his rationality and self-control.
He seemed not to hear Ye Xingran's cries; only one thought occupied his mind—to seek liberation.
So, disregarding everything, he pressed Ye Xingran down hard, their bodies pressed tightly together without any gap.
Ye Xingran had never felt such immense pressure before; the force seemed to be crushing her. She felt like she couldn't breathe, and her heart was filled with fear and helplessness.
However, at this breathtaking moment, Ye Xingran suddenly realized that when she looked closely at Fu Shiyue's handsome face, she was actually deeply attracted to him for a moment.
Normally, she had only glanced at Fu Shiyue from afar a few times, knowing that he was exceptionally handsome, but she had never looked at him so closely as she did now.
His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly beneath his high, straight nose...
He gently stroked her cheek, his fingers lingering around her lips, his movements tender and carrying an irresistible desire.
At this moment, Ye Xingran's mind was in complete turmoil. She knew perfectly well that the man before her was the target of her mission.
According to the plan and principles, she should not develop any unnecessary feelings for him.
However, when he touched her so gently, a strange feeling surged into her heart like a tide, making her want to indulge in it involuntarily.
Finally, her tense body gradually relaxed, as if all her strength had been drained away. She slowly lowered her arms and completely gave up resisting.
Meanwhile, the rain outside was gradually intensifying, with raindrops pounding against the windowpane, making a crackling sound.
Looking through the transparent glass, it seemed as if one could clearly hear the sound of raindrops falling, like a grand concert being performed.
At first, the glass window was only covered with thin streaks of water, but as time went by, these streaks gathered together and formed a magnificent water curtain that completely obscured the world outside the window.
In the misty rain, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her small hand, holding it tightly.
Immediately afterwards, his fingers intertwined with hers, pressing them firmly against the headboard.
At the same time, he leaned down and gently touched her delicate lips with his own, first cautiously probing, then gradually becoming passionate and rapid. A shower of soft kisses fell like raindrops, covering her lips, cheeks, and neck.
Ye Xingran's gaze had become unfocused, her beautiful eyes filled with a thin layer of mist, like the morning fog rising from a lake. Her smooth, white chin was slightly raised, welcoming his kiss, as if telling him of the deepest desires in her heart.
Her hands seemed somewhat powerless, limply resting on his broad, sturdy shoulders, as if she had lost the will to resist, willingly letting him do as he pleased, and accepting everything he gave her without reservation.
Their clothes were scattered on the floor like autumn leaves, in a mess... The whole room was filled with an ambiguous and passionate atmosphere. They were entangled with each other, inseparable, and immersed in endless tenderness.