He didn't speak a word the entire drive.
When they reached the mansion gates, security guards saluted briskly as the Maybach rolled down the long stone driveway, flanked by manicured hedges and silent marble fountains.
The car stopped beneath the grand portico. Shen Xiao stepped out, adjusting his grip on Yueyao before striding into the mansion, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the polished marble floors.
House staff froze and lowered their heads as he passed, their eyes catching brief glimpses of her limp form in his arms, her pale legs dangling, her small feet bare and bruised, her nightdress streaked with blood and dust.
He ignored them all.
Ascending the grand staircase, he carried her down the long, silent corridor to the master bedroom. The faint scent of sandalwood and roses wafted through the dim hall, mingling with the cold metallic tang of blood that clung to her skin.