In a dimly lit room, Shen Qi lay by herself on a large, plush bed, only partially shielded by the quilt.
This was supposed to be her wedding night with the Second Young Master of the Ye Family.
Yet, there were no celebrations or festivities; instead, she faced the back of a middle-aged man in a wheelchair, his harsh command echoing in her ears—clean her up and bring her to my bed. I want to examine her.
