He Mo stepped out of the bedroom and stood in the living room. His gaze was cold, his expression indifferent. When he looked at Leng Yiyao, his eyes showed no change, as if the words he had just spoken were nothing more than a casual remark.
Inside the room, aside from Leng Yiyao, everyone else looked completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they were convinced that one of the great mysteries of the century was that the Marshal had never had a lover. Not only did he keep his distance from the opposite sex, but even his personal guards were never allowed too close.
And yet—was the sun rising from the west today?
He was actually letting a girl stay in his room overnight?
Was the Marshal implying that… she was here to warm his bed?
But… wasn’t this a little too much?
Sure, the girl was definitely beautiful—her eyes were unusually bright, her figure was well-proportioned, and her skin looked soft enough to squeeze water from.
But still—she was only sixteen.
According to international law, she was still a minor.
Was the Marshal really this unselective?
How could he even—
“BANG—!”
Just as the room fell into an eerie silence, the door suddenly took a heavy hit!
The loud thud made it clear that something had slammed against it with full force.
The people outside still hadn’t left?!
That lunatic eldest prince, Lu Chen—was he seriously trying to break down the door?
Where did he get the guts to challenge the Marshal like this?
Fu Lei’s face instantly turned ice-cold.
His chilling gaze locked onto the door, as if he were staring straight through it—at a bunch of dead men walking.
“Marshal, I’ll go check it out.”
Lowering his head slightly, his hand slid toward the gun at his waist. When he looked up again, his expression was utterly emotionless.
Leng Yiyao stroked her chin.
This man had such a baby face, still carrying a hint of youthful innocence. And yet, when he radiated murderous intent, it was genuinely shocking.
These soldiers had long been accustomed to bloodshed. Those who survived the battlefield had no regard for human life. She suspected that this personal guard of the Marshal had lost count of how many people he had killed.
“Let him go.”
He Mo waved a hand dismissively, his expression relaxed. He turned and pointed at her.
“You, come with me.”
Leng Yiyao followed his gaze, pausing for a moment before curving her lips into a meaningful smile. Under the stunned stares of the two officers beside her, she gracefully walked forward.
She had to admit, a luxury hotel suite was on another level. Even as the pounding against the door continued, the reinforced structure didn’t budge. Instead, the hallway outside echoed with the sound of blaring alarms, growing louder and louder. Tonight, the hotel executives could forget about getting any sleep.
But none of that mattered to her right now.
He Mo, as the highest-ranking military commander, openly disregarding the eldest prince—was a direct slap to the royal family’s face!
And yet—so what?
He had always been arrogant. Even if the entire military district surrounded him, no one would dare make a move.
What puzzled her was He Mo’s attitude.
He allowed this situation to escalate, completely unbothered—but why?
Inside the room, the lighting was clearly carefully designed—bright but without harshness. The glow cast gentle curves on his face, making it seem almost warm.
Seated on the bed, He Mo quietly studied the girl before him. And suddenly, a strange thought surfaced in his mind.
This person was standing less than ten steps away from him, completely lost in thought. She didn’t even bother sparing him a glance—clearly preoccupied with the mess outside.
Since when… had his charm fallen so low?
A woman was alone in his bedroom, and yet she was thinking about another man?
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