**Bang!**
The private room door burst open. Two burly men appeared at the entrance.
“Young Master, rest assured. With us here, no one leaves without your permission.”
Hu Yuanyuan’s expression shifted upon seeing the bodyguards. Her worst fear had materialised. Han Wei had indeed stationed men outside.
But there was no time to think. The earlier strikes—felling Mo Xing and Han Wei—had boosted her confidence. Seeing the two hulking men, she unhesitatingly threw a punch.
She knew even if she could not defeat them, repelling them might allow escape.
One bodyguard smirked at her incoming fist. As it neared, he casually countered with his own.
**Bang!**
A muffled thud. The bodyguard merely swayed, while Hu Yuanyuan flew back, crashing heavily to the floor.
“This…” Her face paled in disbelief. She had used full force, yet could not withstand one punch.
Was escape impossible today?
Despair crept in. She had followed Mo Xing without telling Li Feng. The Imperial Hotel was vast; finding her would be difficult, especially with Han Wei’s precautions.
She deeply regretted not heeding Li Feng and waiting in the hall, where no one would dare touch her.
But now, it was too late.
“Hahaha.” Seeing her on the ground, Han Wei laughed loudly. “Hu Yuanyuan, were you not impressive earlier? Now you cannot even block one move from my bodyguard. How will you fight me now?”
Han Wei looked triumphantly. Her skills had surprised him; he had worried his bodyguards might fail. But she was not as strong as feared—one move down.
He inwardly rejoiced at posting guards. Otherwise, she might have escaped.
“Han Wei, do not gloat.” Hu Yuanyuan stood shakily. Her gown hindered movement.
“Do not gloat? Hahaha. I am gloating. What can you do? Bite me? Come on.” Han Wei laughed. After seeing his bodyguard fell her in one strike, he relaxed. To him, she was a lamb for slaughter.
Hu Yuanyuan’s face darkened, eyes cold on Han Wei, wary of the bodyguards.
“Hu Yuanyuan, no one can save you today.” Han Wei sneered. “You can only be my woman. No other choice. Cooperate, and I might treat you well. Otherwise, after I am done, I will gift you to others.”
He approached.
“Han Wei, do not ruin yourself. You will regret it.” Hu Yuanyuan said coldly.
“Regret? I, Han Wei, know no regret. You will learn regret if you resist.” Han Wei sneered.
“Hu Yuanyuan, I order you: strip. Let me see your perfect figure.” His gaze roamed her, licking dry lips. “If not, you will know regret.”
Hu Yuanyuan bit her lip, eyes defiant.
“Humph, ungrateful. I will help.” Han Wei reached for her.
**Slap!**
Hu Yuanyuan slapped him, sending him sprawling.
“You dare hit me?” Han Wei rose, incredulous. She still resisted?
“Han Wei, believe I will kill you?” Killing intent flashed in her eyes. Her military family genes, usually dormant, surfaced. Her resolve surpassed most.
“Humph, toast not taken, penalty drunk.” Han Wei sneered to his bodyguards. “Take her.”
“Yes.” They grinned, advancing menacingly.
Hu Yuanyuan’s face changed, watching warily. She would never surrender, never fall to Han Wei.
“Hu Yuanyuan, you ignored us. Now suffer.” Mo Xing rose, sneering at the cornered Hu Yuanyuan.
You were arrogant earlier. Still arrogant now? I will see how you act after capture.
“Young Master, let me teach her later. She hurt me badly.” Mo Xing sidled to Han Wei, coquettishly.
Seeing her swollen face, Han Wei felt disgust but said calmly, “Rest assured. After I have her, discipline her as you wish.”
“Thank you, Young Master. You are too good. I will train Hu Yuanyuan into a slave, obedient to you forever.” Mo Xing said excitedly.
“Slave? Not bad.” Excitement gleamed in Han Wei’s eyes. The Li family young mistress as slave—immense satisfaction.
This was the best way to crush Li Feng. You are arrogant, humiliated me—I train your woman as slave. See your reaction.
“Mo Xing, good idea.” Suppressing nausea at her face, Han Wei said, “Train her well; I will reward you.”
“Rest assured, Young Master. I will not disappoint.” Mo Xing gazed excitedly at Hu Yuanyuan fighting the bodyguards. Training this lofty president thrilled her.
**Bang, bang, bang…**
Hu Yuanyuan exchanged mere blows before being floored.
“Hahaha. I told you, you are no match for my bodyguards. You did not believe. Regret now?” Han Wei sneered at the fallen woman.
“You two, strip her. Then bind her.” Han Wei wanted to act himself but feared her strength. Her earlier punch and slap nearly killed him; no repeat.
“Yes, Young Master.” The bodyguards grinned excitedly. As Han Wei’s men, they did this often, but Hu Yuanyuan was the most beautiful they had seen. Though not taking her now, touching was a perk.
“Do not come near.” Seeing their leers, Hu Yuanyuan feared. She knew what proximity meant.
“Hahaha. Too late for fear.” Han Wei stood behind them, laughing at her terror.
“Exactly. This is your just deserts. If you had obeyed and served Young Master with me, no suffering now.” Mo Xing joined, sneering triumphantly. Karma—your earlier arrogance repaid in minutes.
“Hu Yuanyuan, Young Master promised: I train you. I will make you utterly submissive.” Mo Xing boasted.
“Han Wei, Mo Xing, do not celebrate. You will not succeed.” Hu Yuanyuan said coldly.
“Will we not? Hu Yuanyuan, can you still resist?” Han Wei sneered.
“Bad—Young Master, Hu Yuanyuan wants suicide.” Mo Xing suddenly realised, face paling.
“Suicide?” Han Wei sneered, unconcerned. “If you think death solves it, you are wrong. I have played everything but corpses. Dead, I play you still. Hang your body in the hotel hall for Li Feng, everyone to admire.”
“You…” Hu Yuanyuan paled. She believed him capable of anything.
“You two, act now. I cannot wait to taste Fengyuan Group’s president.” Han Wei urged.
“Young Master, we will strip her bare.” The bodyguards lunged.
“Who dares.”
At that moment, a cold snort sounded. Then, darkness flashed before Han Wei and the others. When vision cleared, a figure stood before them.
