The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart-Chapter 22 - 19: Refusing to Accept Fate!

The night wind poured in, blowing away some of the alcohol fumes and bringing a slight chill to her body.

"But... it’s only about a dozen floors... not too high," Hua Xiaomo said with a slight smile. Besides, there was a drainpipe right next to her; climbing down shouldn’t be too difficult.

Suddenly remembering her mother still lying in the hospital bed, Hua Xiaomo’s brow furrowed deeply. I’m sorry, the surgery will probably be delayed, but I won’t give up...

Hua Xiaomo quickly turned on the tap and splashed water on her face until the lingering effects of the alcohol were washed away. Her mind felt much clearer now.

Thinking of Qi Longbing’s smug face, she seethed with hatred. She picked up a lipstick from her bag and scrawled several large words on the glass.

"Accept fate? No! I, Hua Xiaomo, refuse to accept it!" A roguish, defiant smile touched Hua Xiaomo’s lips. She spat fiercely into the sink, as if washing away all her bitterness, frustration, pain, and worries.

Hua Xiaomo took a delicate and compact grappling tool from her bag—something she always carried. She quickly climbed up to the window, threw out the rope, and it hooked securely onto the drainpipe.

Gripping the rope tightly, SWISH! Hua Xiaomo slipped out of the window. Her arms and legs wrapped securely around the drainpipe, and she began to climb down.

The cold wind made her teeth chatter. Perhaps one shouldn’t be out in the night wind after drinking, she mused, feeling an unusual chill seep into her bones.

However, this was no time to be careless; a fall would mean being smashed to pieces.

Hua Xiaomo steadied her nerves and climbed down carefully, quickly reaching the floor below. Spotting an open window nearby, she deftly swung over, landing like a monkey on its outer ledge.

The window was unlatched, making it easy for her to slip inside. She executed the series of moves with practiced decisiveness and agility. For a seasoned thief like her, this was nothing. After all, she was Little K, a somewhat famous figure in the Thieves’ Realm!

She handled the acquisition of some of Xia Shuangming’s merchandise, and he paid her a hefty commission in return.

Only after entering the room did Hua Xiaomo realize it was empty. Is it because I’m out of the wind? she wondered, as the effects of the alcohol suddenly surged back.

"Damn it!" Hua Xiaomo cursed under her breath. Only then did she notice her steps were unsteady. A self-mocking laugh echoed in her mind.

Just moments ago, while climbing the window and drainpipe, my feet didn’t tremble, and my head was perfectly clear. But now that I’m inside a room, I feel dizzy and disoriented?

It really is like they say: walk a crooked path for too long, and you forget how to tread on level ground!

Hua Xiaomo pressed a hand to her forehead, trying hard to keep herself together. The bed looked incredibly inviting, but to avoid blundering into another wolf’s den, she had to leave.

Just as she opened the door, she collided right into someone.

Already disoriented from the alcohol, the impact nearly sent Hua Xiaomo sprawling to the floor.

Fortunately, the other person quickly steadied her by the shoulders. "Miss, are you alright?" But how did she get out of this room? The key card is still in my hand! he wondered.

With no time to dwell on it, Mo Rutian saw she was in a terrible state; her body was alarmingly limp. He had no choice but to support her in his arms. Just as he was about to say something more...

...the woman in his arms lifted her head. Her delicate, beautiful face was flushed with a hint of red.

"Hua Xiaomo! What are you doing here?" Mo Rutian froze, completely blindsided by this turn of events.

Hua Xiaomo looked at him. Her hazy eyes reflected a bright and elegant face, especially his long, shoulder-length hair, which flowed with an ethereal beauty. He looked like a Prince who had stepped out of a European castle.

Hua Xiaomo leaned very close to him and smiled. His collar was open wide, alluringly revealing his graceful neck and delicate collarbones. Under the dim spotlight by the door, his skin seemed as smooth as jade.

At the same time, a uniquely refreshing scent emanated from him, making one feel slightly intoxicated.

Alright, she wasn’t just slightly intoxicated; she was thoroughly drunk.

"...Mo Rutian... could you... please... take me home?" Hua Xiaomo managed to say, struggling to stay lucid.

Mo Rutian paused for a moment before it registered. "I can..."

Hearing his agreement, Hua Xiaomo felt a wave of relief. Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open, and her body, no longer able to bear the strain, slumped heavily against the nearby wall.

"Hey... hey! Hua Xiaomo... wake up!" Mo Rutian called out several times, but the woman in his arms was already asleep. A faint scent of alcohol drifted to his nose, making him frown slightly.

Mo Rutian looked at the woman in his arms, a hint of surprise in his eyes. She’s drunk...

A light blush, like pink peach blossoms, dusted her fair cheeks, giving her an enchanting beauty. Her long lashes cast captivating shadows on her face, alluring as crescent moons—delicate and utterly charming.

Looking at her face, he could still see that familiar, untamable defiance. He shook his head slowly and smiled faintly.

Mo Rutian smiled, led her out of the luxurious suite, and helped her into the car, another smile playing on his lips.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Mo Rutian gazed at her in the passenger seat, slightly lost in thought. "Hua Xiaomo, you’re really putting me in a spot. I don’t even know where you live."

But Hua Xiaomo was fated not to hear him. Strands of her long, chestnut hair lay across the corner of her lips, lending her an air of weary languor.

Mo Rutian gently brushed the hair from the corner of her lips, a faint smile on his bright, elegant face. Looking at her, he couldn’t help but recall the interesting times they had shared during their school days, and the inexplicable friction and hostility that had existed between them.

"Xiao Mo..." Mo Rutian sighed suddenly, his hand clenching slightly as if trying to grasp that lost feeling of campus innocence.

But they had both grown up. Nevertheless, those fleeting memories were deeply etched in the recesses of his heart.

Sometimes, when these memories surfaced, he felt an urge to grasp onto something, but it always dissolved into a poignant emptiness, like words lost in a dream.

It wasn’t until he met her again that he truly understood what she meant to him.

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