~Date: ~27th~
Codex of Ascension -
At this moment, in a separate building behind the Zeng Family Estate, a beautiful young woman dressed in a white evening gown sat dazedly in a chair. In front of her was a large dressing mirror, reflecting her stunning face—she was a beauty whose looks outshone flowers, her features radiant and enchanting. Beneath her elegant brows, her bright eyes sparkled like pools of fine wine, captivating and dreamy. Her delicate nose and soft, characterful red lips, with their slightly upturned corners, made her lovely face all the more vivid.
The young woman gazed at herself in the mirror with a look of melancholy, lost in thought for a long time before letting out a long sigh. She then picked up her phone, intending to dial a number.
"Click—" Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open. A middle-aged man in a black Versace suit walked in, and the young woman quickly hid her phone behind her.
But that little gesture didn't escape the middle-aged man's notice. He sighed softly and said earnestly, "Sigh—Sylvia, I know asking you to marry Damian Zeng is unfair to you! But circumstances are beyond our control. Stop thinking about that Shawn Young kid—he won't come!"
"No, Shawn Young will come! I believe in him—" the young woman cried out with a trembling voice. She was Sylvia Snow, the leading lady of tonight's Zeng Family banquet.
"Sylvia—Dad really doesn't want to force you, but we have no choice. Without the Zeng Family's help, my company won't last two more days—" the middle-aged man sighed. He was Simon Soo.
"Dad—please, enough. I... I understand—if Shawn Young doesn't come, I'll accept your arrangement—" Sylvia said, her heart filled with grief and anger, her eyes turning red.
"Uh—even if that kid comes, it won't change anything! Can he really save the Soo family from ruin? I've looked into him—he's just an ordinary university student from the mainland, his family background is nothing special. And if he really had the ability to help our family, he would've shown up long ago. Sylvia, for the future of the Soo family, I'm begging you, don't get involved with that kid anymore, or the Zeng Family might misunderstand—" Simon Soo kept persuading his daughter, clearly not optimistic about Shawn Young.
"But... but in my heart, I only love Shawn Young!" Sylvia Snow murmured.
"Sigh—love can't fill an empty stomach! Sylvia, you know if we don't get an injection of funds, my company will go bankrupt and all those people will lose their jobs! If that Shawn kid could solve the Soo family's problems, I’d have no objection to you being with him! That’s my only condition—but as things stand, I’m afraid he’s let both you and me down—" Simon Soo said.
"I... I believe Shawn Young will definitely come!" Sylvia Snow still held hope for Shawn in her heart.
"And what if he does? If he can cough up two hundred million to save the Soo family, I won’t have any objections at all! Sigh—enough about that. I came in to let you know, the banquet is about to start! Get ready—I’m off to help Gordon Zeng greet the guests. I’ll come get you when it’s time." Simon Soo shook his head and left, closing the door behind him.
As soon as Simon Soo left, Sylvia Snow felt an overwhelming sense of grievance. A wave of sorrow welled up inside her, and she finally collapsed onto the dressing table, sobbing.
At that moment, Darren Yang’s phone rang in his pocket out in the garden, jolting him awake from his daze.
He rubbed his sore neck, looking around in confusion. He couldn’t figure out how he’d ended up unconscious here. When he saw Dawn Yuan lying nearby, it all came back—he’d planned to have a "picnic" with her, but a shadow suddenly appeared and everything went black. Judging by the situation, he’d been "served red-braised pork"!
Darren Yang got up. His instincts told him to call the police, but he quickly dismissed the idea—he hadn’t lost any flesh, and if the cops started asking questions, how could he explain getting ambushed while fooling around with a woman at the Zeng Family Estate? That’d be way too embarrassing. Darren Yang hated doing anything shameful, so he just accepted his bad luck and swallowed his pride.
He turned to look—Dawn Yuan’s dress was a mess, especially with her evening gown hiked up. Her black panties had been pulled down to her ankles, and her snowy, perky backside was exposed, glistening with a hint of moisture.
Startled, Darren Yang rushed to slap Dawn Yuan’s cheeks and called her name. After some effort, he managed to wake her. As soon as Dawn Yuan opened her eyes and noticed her situation, she was about to scream, but Darren quickly covered her mouth, signaling her to stay quiet.
Once Dawn Yuan calmed down, Darren Yang let go and asked, "Dawn, are you okay? What happened just now?"
Still shaken, Dawn Yuan replied in a trembling voice, "Just now... just as we were about to start, I saw a hand swing at me, and then... then I blacked out... Should we call the police? I... I think someone molested me."
She could feel her clothes were in complete disarray, her body bore obvious scratch marks, and even her most private parts were slick and strange.
Darren Yang thought for a moment, then shook his head and simply said, "Uh, no need to call the police. Actually—that was me!"
Dawn Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at him, "What?! Why did you have to knock me out first? It’s not like I was going to say no!"
Darren Yang felt all kinds of awkward, but still forced himself to lie, "Uh... I know, but since you’re about to marry that fat Damian Zeng, this was our last time together. So, I... I wanted you to try something special..."
"Darren Yang!! You—you pervert! I’d rather be with that fatso than with you!!" Dawn Yuan huffed, stood up angrily, and stormed off!
Darren Yang watched her walk away, sighing softly. His heart ached, but he couldn’t change anything. He felt utterly powerless.