Seeing a note on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye, he reached over to pick it up and took a quick glance. His deep, dark eyes sank further, his thin lips moved slightly, and then he looked at his wallet, lying quietly on the bedhead.
With an extremely indifferent glance, he moved his gaze away, as if whether or not things were stolen from the wallet mattered little to him.
Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside.
A man with a scar on his face stood respectfully at the door, "Young Master."
"Wu An, go back and tell Old Master that I don't want another arranged marriage like this one."
Wu An was silent, keeping his head down, waiting. For a long while, he didn't hear any intention of punishment from the young master.
Instead...
"Deal with the woman who drugged me."
"Yes."
On the floor of a certain private room, a disheveled woman knelt, her hands bound, her body involuntarily restrained.
