"Miss, do you need to confirm the wedding banquet process again?"
In the Su Family Villa, the butler inquired to Su Yanran, who was sitting in a chair, lost in thought. After a long while, there was no response.
"No need, just do as you see fit," Su Yanran's voice was a bit hoarse as she picked up her phone and headed upstairs. "Is Mo Xuan still not on the Mo family's list?"
"Yes, Miss," the butler nodded. "Shall I send an invitation to Capital University?"
"No need..."
Once back in her room, Su Yanran closed the door and, as if drained of all strength, leaned against the white door and slowly slumped to the floor.
She knew that if she didn't do something, she really would have no chance.
"Why did it come to this..."
Su Yanran muttered to herself, but no one answered her. Mo Xuan had severed ties with the Mo family, she had broken up with him, and then announced her relationship with Mo Jinpeng.
Now, she regretted it, perhaps she had regretted it long ago, but it was all too late. She was like an ostrich, too afraid to inquire about Mo Xuan's news, and even more humiliated to leave the country for further studies.
Suddenly, she felt the bracelet on her wrist, and in an instant, Su Yanran's dull eyes seemed to light up.
"He must be waiting for me..." Su Yanran quickly stood up. "Mo Xuan isn't a fickle person, I know it was my fault, but Mo Xuan will understand me!"
Would he? Su Yanran didn't know, but she had to prop herself up, to believe that Mo Xuan still cared for her.
She trembled as she found her bag, took out a newly purchased SIM card, and swapped it into her phone. Mo Xuan had blocked all her contact methods, so she had to get a new card.
After hesitating for a long time, she dialed the number she had always kept at the top, each ringtone striking her heart. Finally, just as the call was about to disconnect automatically, it was picked up. But then, a pleasant, slightly languid, and tired voice with a hint of sultriness made Su Yanran feel like she was plunged into an ice cave:
"Who is this?"
Su Yanran couldn't believe it, there was another woman by Mo Xuan's side? Clearly, he had loved her so much before, how could it be like this?
"Who are you? Where is the owner of this phone?"
Su Yanran's tone was full of anger, and upon hearing her voice, the other side seemed to pause, then suddenly laughed: "I thought who it was, Su Yanran? It's 23:49 now, and I'm holding his phone... who do you think I am?"
"Let Mo Xuan answer the phone!"
Su Yanran suppressed herself from shouting, but her voice kept trembling. However, the person on the other end seemed even more delighted: "I'm afraid that's not possible, he just fell asleep, after all... well, four hours, he's a bit tired... or should I wake him up with a kiss?"
"Shameless!" Su Yanran's face turned red, not just because of the straightforward words from the sultry voice she was speaking to, but more out of anger and resentment. "Mo Xuan, you've sunk so low, how could you..."
"Sister, I'll remind you, I'm now his woman, and oh... I'm carrying his child."
Luo Shiya, wrapped in a robe, her cheeks flushed, looked at Mo Xuan who was deeply asleep beside her. Luo Muqi came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, her face carrying a hint of a smile.
"Impossible, he, he couldn't have..."
"Nothing is impossible, you gave him up, didn't you?" Luo Shiya taunted. "So, Su Yanran, don't contact him again, or else..."
Suddenly, Luo Shiya's voice turned ice-cold, even through the phone, Su Yanran felt a bone-chilling coldness: "I'll make you regret, regret stealing those years from him!"
"He is ours, this life, the next life, forever!"
Su Yanran panicked and hung up the phone, her mind blank. Luo Shiya's threat was serious, without a trace of jest, even carrying a terrifying madness and hatred.
Who exactly were they? Sisters? She didn't remember any sisters among her and Mo Xuan's mutual friends. That sultry voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had heard it before.
"No, it's fake, it must be fake!"
Su Yanran threw her phone forcefully, refusing to believe, refusing to believe that Mo Xuan no longer loved her, and even more so that he would be with another woman...
"It's voice-changing, it must be voice-changing!" Su Yanran seemed to find a reason to comfort herself. "Mo Xuan, you're so childish, using such a method to cover up that you still care about me, you must still have me in your heart!"
Seeing the call disconnected, Luo Shiya's lips curled slightly as she blocked the number. Luo Muqi tossed the towel aside and walked over to kiss Mo Xuan, whose condition was a bit strange, his eyes slightly vacant, as if conscious yet somehow not.
"Sister, is Brother okay?"
Hearing Luo Muqi's question, Luo Shiya gave her a sidelong glance and pushed her aside: "Didn't see you worried earlier... Don't worry, just one or two times won't be a problem. This drug will keep him somewhat conscious, just in a semi-dream state. If it weren't for your tantrum, I wouldn't have used it..."
"Sister, you were even more exaggerated than me just now, weren't you?"
(Regarding the drugs mentioned in this work, they are mostly fictional and not to be taken as real.)
Luo Shiya wrapped her arms around Mo Xuan's neck and gently kissed his lips...
Mo Xuan felt like a puppet, he only felt he had dreamt of being captured by two female demons, being plundered.
He couldn't see their faces, but he could clearly feel their affection for him, a suffocating possessiveness, and voices that seemed to penetrate his brain:
"You will always love us..."
"So, don't be afraid, we will always love you alone..."
Mo Xuan felt utterly exhausted, he had no strength to resist, the seductive whispers seemed to drag him into a fall, making him feel that sinking into their embrace wasn't so bad...
"Sleep, Xuan..." Luo Shiya kissed Mo Xuan's cheek lightly. "Tomorrow you won't remember... but it doesn't matter, I'll make you willingly, never wanting to leave us..."