I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot Chapter 2: Prepared a Gift for You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Floor of the Presidential Suite.

Elevator doors parted open.

Bodyguards along with hotel staff guided a strikingly handsome man outward.

Sharp, icy features defined the man, each facial detail achieving flawless perfection beyond words.

Towering over 1.86 meters, his build and proportions outshone any catwalk supermodel!

A custom-tailored suit hugged his frame perfectly, its titanium cufflink sparkling brilliantly beneath the chandelier's glow.

Long legs clad in the dark suit moved with graceful strides until he halted at a room door. One bodyguard quickly advanced to unlock it.

Stepping inside, the man loosened his tie and flung it toward the closet.

Barely two steps later, a strange wave of heat washed over him. Then, “click”—the door locked securely from outside.

Surprise flickered across his face, brows furrowing tightly. He grasped the handle and twisted it down.

No give.

Darkness shadowed his expression just as his phone began to ring.

Caller ID: Yan Shaoqing.

Answering, a playful male voice teased from the line. “Second Bro, you’re back. We specially prepared a gift for you. Have you seen it? Do you like it?”

Irritation flashed across his chiseled features. Eyes narrowing, he demanded icily, “What are you doing?! Open the door.”

“Hehe, Second Bro, just focus on enjoying your beautiful woman. This time I found you one with a tip-top figure, looks, and everything you could think of. You’ll definitely be satisfied!”

He ended the call abruptly.

Attempting to call back yielded nothing—the line was disconnected.

*

Mo Yesi lingered outside the bathroom, face etched with grim seriousness.

Running water echoed from within. Clearly, someone occupied it.

His lips twisted into an odd, rigid line. Moments passed before he shoved the door ajar.

Billowing steam poured out. Behind the misty curtain of droplets, a woman hummed a soft tune repeatedly, sounding just like a tiny kitten.

His steps halted firmly in place.

Mist gradually cleared, revealing the view more distinctly.

A woman occupied the bathtub.

Her face was lovely, features delicately refined, lips tinted a soft cherry blossom pink.

Vibrant eyes sparkled with life, containing a whole universe of dazzling brightness.

Even Mo Yesi, accustomed to countless stunning women, found himself momentarily stunned.

Was this the gorgeous gift from Yan Shaoqing and his crew?

Beautiful she was, yet sadly, no woman—no matter how stunning—could ignite even a flicker of desire in him.

After a brief gaze, he commanded her frostily, “Get out of there yourself. I’m giving you one minute to vanish from my room.”

The woman lifted her gaze slowly.

A faint furrow creased her brows first, then her eyes met his. She extended her hand toward him.

Receiving no reaction, she clutched at his trousers.

Mo Yesi stiffened, muscles coiling tight. He braced for nausea to hit or an irritating itch to spread. Yet, even after some time, nothing occurred.

Mo Yesi suffered from Anti-Women Disorder.

No woman except blood relatives could approach him without issue.

Yet now, he discovered no revulsion toward this woman at all.

No adverse reactions stirred in his body.

Mo Yesi glanced down at her, a trace of astonishment lurking deep in his eyes.

Before sorting his swirling thoughts, she rose from the tub, encircled his neck with her arms, rose on tiptoes, and planted a light kiss on his chilled lips.

Gazing up with those enormous, captivating eyes, she whispered, “Help me.”