The Saint Who Saves All Beings

After a dizzying spin, Lin Meng was thrown onto a large, soft bed.

She was beginning to wonder if she’d passed out from getting too excited about stopping a key plot point. Otherwise, why was Su Yutang here?

Wake up. Wake up already!

Just as she was about to get up, Su Yutang—cheeks already stained an unbearable crimson with desire—pressed down on top of her.

In that moment, Su Yutang was utterly stripped of her usual domineering arrogance. Instead, her face was filled with a desire that looked about to drive her mad with torment.

Her phoenix eyes, in this state of arousal, were especially alluring, as if holding infinite tenderness. Even Lin Meng felt that the terrifying pressure she usually radiated was gone.

Su Yutang wasn’t frightening now, but she had clearly been drugged and was losing her senses. Lin Meng definitely couldn’t stay here.

With that thought, Lin Meng desperately tried to push Su Yutang off. “Eldest... Eldest Miss, you... you’re sick right now. Let go of me first—I’ll go find you a doctor.”

The scene before Su Yutang’s eyes seemed washed in waves of heat from the surging desire. She had even forgotten why she was here, and why she felt so unbearable.

Faintly, she seemed to hear Lin Meng’s voice—her favorite little dog.

Lin Meng saw her pause. Seizing the moment, she used all her strength to shove Su Yutang off. When Su Yutang had forcefully thrown her onto the bed earlier, her high heels had flown off somewhere.

Besides, running in high heels would only slow her down; barefoot was faster. With panic spurring her on, adrenaline surged through her, and her cheeks had turned cherry-red, as if infected by Su Yutang.

Just as her hands touched the door handle, with victory within reach, it seemed stuck—no matter how she twisted, it wouldn’t budge.

Lin Meng’s earlier excitement instantly cooled. Terror filled her face.

“Click, click—” She twisted the handle with all her might, as if trying to break the stubborn thing off.

Why wouldn’t it open from the inside?

There was something wrong with this door’s design!

Just as cold sweat beaded on her forehead and her face grew pale, a pair of arms—burning hot enough to scald her cooling skin—wrapped tightly around her from behind. Warm breath brushed her neck. “I feel so awful. Will you help me?”

At that, Lin Meng twisted the handle even harder, but it was too well made; no matter how she struggled, the door wouldn’t budge. On the verge of tears, she said, “Um... I can go call a doctor for you.”

Su Yutang’s arms locked tight around her, her soft lips brushing her neck now and then. Every suggestive touch made Lin Meng’s hair stand on end.

“No need for a doctor. A doctor can’t cure me... I need you. Mengmeng, I like you—so it has to be you who saves me, right?”

Lin Meng’s eyes widened in disbelief. So Su Yutang, delirious, had mistaken her for someone from her dreams?

But why would Su Yutang, the protagonist top, say she liked her?

She wasn’t supposed to be liked!

Lin Meng reached out and pried Su Yutang’s arms apart, then turned to look up at her. “But I don’t like you. Two people who don’t like each other will only be miserable together. You should go after the person you actually like.”

At that, confusion flickered across Su Yutang’s face, then her lips curled into a cold smile. “You don’t like me, yet you tell me to pursue someone I like. Do you know what that means?”

Her words seemed to carry a scorching, suggestive heat. Lin Meng’s back pressed tight against the door as Su Yutang cornered her again. “It means it doesn’t matter that you don’t like me. If I like you, I’ll find a way to have you no matter what.”

So that tender Su Yutang from moments ago really was a limited edition?

Just as Lin Meng was about to coax Su Yutang into calming down, Su Yutang hoisted her up and threw her onto the bed again.

The fall didn’t hurt, but the weightlessness and loss of direction left her head spinning.

Lin Meng couldn’t get up from the bed. When she managed to blink her blurred eyes open again... she saw Su Yutang approaching with something in her hands. When the long, silky thing wrapped around her wrists and was tied to the bedpost, she realized it was the pink ribbon that had been decorating the room!

Lin Meng struggled violently, but Su Yutang had tied several dead knots on the bedpost. No matter how she moved, she couldn’t break free.

Lin Meng’s eyes reddened with panic. “Eldest Miss Su, I’m just a nobody. Please let me go! This kind of thing is no good at all! Like you said, if you want someone to help you, just make a call and plenty of people will line up. I’m ordinary in every way. I don’t deserve you! No—I wouldn’t even touch you. Please let me go!”

Seeing that she finally couldn’t escape, Su Yutang smiled in satisfaction.

Her breathing was rapid now, the room thick with a high concentration of musk-rose pheromones. Even Lin Meng, a beta who couldn’t smell pheromones, could feel that almost drowning fragrance.

It was truly sweet, the kind that made a person want to lose their reason.

But reason wasn’t something easily discarded.

Su Yutang bent down, her flushed fingers slowly caressing Lin Meng’s cheek. “No, darling. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. You are my most precious treasure. Do you know I’m about to die? I really will die... If no one helps me, I really will die. Calling anyone would be too late. Would you bear to watch me die?”

As Lin Meng heard this, Su Yutang’s burning fingers had already slid down from her neck.

Lin Meng’s heartbeat grew louder and louder. She could barely control herself. She didn’t want to cry, but cool tears silently dripped into her hair.

Would Su Yutang really die?

Was the Eldest Miss lying to her?

But Su Yutang’s face was growing redder, as if she might suffocate at any moment. Lin Meng remembered the last time she’d had a viral cold and a fever of forty degrees—it had been like this. Even a cold could trigger myocarditis and sudden death, so what about someone like Su Yutang, drugged and unable to find relief?

Su Yutang couldn’t die...

The most important character in the novel couldn’t die!

She couldn’t die. Absolutely couldn’t die!

As Lin Meng’s thoughts churned, she suddenly felt something lower down press against her face—a very soft place, white with a hint of pink.

Su Yutang lifted Lin Meng’s head and pressed it there, letting her hear her frantically beating heart. Through the skin—not even covered by clothes—Lin Meng truly heard it... a heartbeat far faster than normal, perhaps risking sudden death if it continued.

As Lin Meng froze, a drop of something wet and hot fell from above onto her cheek. It wasn’t her tears.

Lin Meng’s breath caught. Slowly, absurdly, she looked up and saw two tear trails on Su Yutang’s face—a face made incomparably beautiful by desire.

She was crying.

The arrogant, high-and-mighty Eldest Miss Su was crying.

Lin Meng had always thought someone like Su Yutang would never show weakness.

But in this moment, she wept like a desert rose worn away by wind and sand, standing at the edge of quicksand, not knowing when it would pull her under.

By all rights, the potent drug in the novel that burned away all reason should have made Su Yutang act with utmost brutality toward the intruder.

But Su Yutang hadn’t done that. The Eldest Miss had only tied her hands.

As if she still retained a last shred of reason, she didn’t want to be eroded by the quicksand; she still kept the final pride of her rose.

Lin Meng could feel her breathing grow more rapid, as if she might suffocate.

Su Yutang’s tears fell harder. “Why are you so afraid of me? Why do you look at me with disgust? Am I really that terrifying? Have I really done such terrible things to you? Why won’t you love me even a little... I’m going to die, I really am. After I die, will you love me?”

At that, Lin Meng’s vision was suddenly shrouded in a haze.

Su Yutang really hadn’t done anything too terrible to her. Their meeting had begun with Yun Huaizhu. At first, Lin Meng only wanted to stand between them to protect Yun Huaizhu, and during this time Su Yutang hadn’t done anything irreparable.

The high-and-mighty Eldest Miss—when had she ever begged someone so pitifully and helplessly?

As if infected by Su Yutang’s emotions, Lin Meng couldn’t help but shed a deeply sorrowful tear. “F... Fine. I can help you, but only this once. After it’s done, can you forget all of this?”

At that, Su Yutang immediately stopped crying. Her heartbeat changed frequency, and the sorrow on her face was instantly replaced by excitement. “Of course, darling. Whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do it.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she reached for the zipper at the back of Lin Meng’s dress. But for some reason, she tried several times and couldn’t pull it down. Growing impatient, she became irritated.

Just as Su Yutang was about to tear the troublesome dress apart, Lin Meng suddenly spoke up. “No! Don’t ruin this dress. A good friend gave it to me, and I have to return it to her.”

At that, a spark of anger suddenly rose in Su Yutang’s just-satisfied heart.

“Rip—”

The next moment, she tore the beautiful pink silk gown with its butterfly bow without hesitation. Lin Meng froze at the sound.

She had just reminded Su Yutang—so why had she still torn her dress?

Su Yutang peeled the pieces of the dress she found so glaring off Lin Meng bit by bit. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll reimburse you for this dress.”

“But...”

“I’ll apologize to your friend in person too. I accidentally ruined your dress.”

Lin Meng fell silent at once. How could she let Yun Huaizhu know that Su Yutang had torn the dress she’d given her?

Whatever. She’d warned Su Yutang this time. Su Yutang had heard the warning and still torn her dress, so that was Su Yutang’s fault. As long as the Eldest Miss reimbursed her for it, that was fine. No need for an apology.

Su Yutang finally saw Lin Meng’s full body. It was just as she’d imagined—beautiful beyond words. At first sight, she couldn’t resist moving closer.

Although the room was comfortably warm, when Su Yutang touched Lin Meng, she still felt strange all over. She bit her lower lip, her fingers curling involuntarily.

Su Yutang’s movements were very light, like a tickle. With every touch, Lin Meng felt as if something had possessed her—itchy and unbearable.

Just as Lin Meng closed her eyes to endure the night, she suddenly felt something wet and warm intrude.

A soft, nimble tongue seemed to taste something, gradually breaking through a flower that had never been visited by anyone. A strange, sweet fragrance filled the air, making reason slowly dissolve.

At the last moment before falling, Lin Meng covered her mouth, her voice honey-soaked. “Wh... Why use your mouth? You could just...”

As her words fell, the budding flower seemed to be forced open by a silent, gentle warmth.

In that moment, reason was completely burned away by desire.

...

Lin Meng felt her face burning. She’d read plenty of smutty novels before, but she’d never imagined such scenes would one day happen to her.

Her face could no longer be described as merely flushed; uncontrollable tears streamed down.

Wave after wave came without pause. She wasn’t prepared at all, yet the next wave completely submerged her.

The first time Su Yutang held her with those hands, she’d noticed the Eldest Miss’s fingers were exceptionally beautiful—slender and long, and most evocative were the slightly prominent knuckles.

She’d thought that if those hands were used on the couple she shipped, she didn’t know what a dirty, happy little girl she’d be.

But fate was fickle—how were those hands now being used on her?

Whenever those prominent knuckles pressed hard, as if even the base of her fingers wanted to hide inside, Lin Meng couldn’t help but tremble all over.

Of course, that wasn’t all. Whenever the knuckles emerged toward the light, they’d always brush against unbearably sensitive places.

The bed, initially dry and soft, seemed soaked through, as if by water.

Lin Meng’s wrists, bound for so long, felt oxygen-deprived. Her face tear-streaked, she pitifully begged the culprit who’d made the bedsheet so wet. “Eldest Miss, could you untie my hands first? It really hurts...”

At that, Su Yutang slowly crawled up from below. She buried her face in Lin Meng’s neck, inhaling deeply as if imagining this person had pheromones too. She kissed and nibbled there until a deep red mark was left. Then, satisfied, she pressed her wet hand to Lin Meng’s lips. “Of course, darling.”

With that, she went to untie the ribbon. But she’d tied several dead knots at first; ordinary means couldn’t undo them, and there didn’t seem to be scissors in the room.

Seeing this, Su Yutang licked the part binding Lin Meng’s wrists until it was wet, then patiently worked at it with her teeth. Who knew how long passed before the ribbon finally came undone through her tireless effort.

Lin Meng’s hands were freed, though they were still numb and difficult to lift.

Su Yutang’s earlier licking of her wrists was no different from mixing her pheromones into body wash. Seeing she was much better, Lin Meng wanted to get up.

But Su Yutang pressed her down firmly, as if she hadn’t licked enough, moving from her neck downward. Lin Meng’s eyes flew wide.

Just as she reached to push away Su Yutang’s head moving up and down on her, Su Yutang suddenly lifted her head, cradled her face, and pressed soft, warm lips to hers.

Lin Meng’s eyes widened in disbelief. She only remembered agreeing to help Su Yutang—kissing didn’t seem part of the help.

“Mmph...” She wanted to push Su Yutang away, but the earlier rounds had drained all her strength.

She could only passively accept Su Yutang’s urgent yet lingering kiss. But soon Lin Meng’s brows furrowed tightly—Su Yutang’s kissing skills were truly terrible.

Her teeth and tongue seemed to fight each other. Lin Meng tried to cooperate to minimize injury, but in the end, the taste of blood filled her mouth.

By all rights, someone like the Eldest Miss who’d kept countless dogs shouldn’t kiss like this. Could this be the Eldest Miss’s first kiss too?

At this thought, Lin Meng’s heart chilled again.

The skyscraper called “plot” tilted even more precariously now.

After who knew how long, Su Yutang finally released her mouth. Just as she thought it was all over, the woman gave her a sweet smile, then straightened and moved her hand along her waist and hip back to where it had been. “Darling, I still feel so awful. Saint who saves all beings, please continue to save me.”

Lin Meng’s eyes widened in terror.

...

The sun gradually moved, the shadow of the sundial’s pointer outside falling on “noon.”

Su Yutang’s mind gradually cleared. Before her vision sharpened, her sense of smell returned—the air seemed filled with the sweet scent of post-arousal mingled with her pheromones.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face. Su Yutang felt like she was dreaming.

For some reason, waking up to see her most beloved little dog made her indescribably happy. She reached out to embrace the person in her arms and go back to sleep.

But when her hand touched the naked body in her arms, the happiness on her face was replaced by shock. A moment later, she sat up in disbelief, the movement stirring a gust of wind under the blanket.

Lin Meng was awakened by the discomfort. She’d cried all night; her eyes were still red and swollen, her lip broken from Su Yutang’s unskilled kissing.

“What’s wrong?”

Su Yutang saw Lin Meng covered in suggestive red marks, a pitiful sight beyond pitiful. She rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse and soft, and froze in shock.

Lin Meng had lost her contact lenses somewhere during the crying last night, so Su Yutang appeared somewhat blurry now. Even so, she could guess Su Yutang’s expression.

Most of her body was exposed to Su Yutang. Lin Meng’s face instantly flushed red; she hurriedly snatched Su Yutang’s blanket and wrapped herself in it.

But after doing that, she realized Su Yutang seemed to be naked too. She quickly moved closer to Su Yutang and draped the other side of the blanket over her.

In this situation, Su Yutang seemed to remember what happened last night—she’d been drugged, and her pheromones had been extremely unstable. If an omega or alpha had entered the room, that person might have gone into shock on the spot.

Although Ji Quanying had said she’d call a doctor, the woman had disappeared after leaving. A trace of suspicion toward her had already formed in Su Yutang’s heart.

But the most important thing now wasn’t figuring out who drugged her—was this Lin Meng, looking as if she’d been gnawed all over, real?

If real, were all these marks on her body her doing?

Damn it, why couldn’t she remember anything?

The scene she’d imagined of being with Lin Meng wasn’t like this. Had Lin Meng been willing, or had she forced her?

Just as she reached out to touch Lin Meng, Lin Meng curled into a ball under the blanket as if terrified. She didn’t care whether Su Yutang was naked now; she was truly afraid Su Yutang would continue doing things to her.

After all, down there really hurt.

Seeing this, Su Yutang felt as if dense needles pierced her heart. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Meng, curled in the blanket, said, “Just pretend nothing happened.”

At that, Su Yutang’s brows furrowed tightly.

What did she mean, “pretend nothing happened”?

Even if Su Yutang was a bastard, she knew she had to take responsibility. But Lin Meng was telling her to pretend nothing happened.

At that, a wave of gloom rose in Su Yutang’s heart. She quietly leaned down and looked at Lin Meng, half her head poking out from the blanket. “Did I do anything terrible to you last night?”

As soon as she mentioned “last night,” Lin Meng’s face flushed. Although Su Yutang had licked her all over like a dog and made her soak most of the bedsheet, she still stubbornly denied it. “No, no. Eldest Miss, you don’t need to feel burdened. I just helped you a bit. Other than that, we have no relationship.”

Su Yutang’s expression instantly turned cold. “Is that so? Sleeping together and still no relationship?”

Lin Meng didn’t dare look up at Su Yutang. She just buried her head and murmured, “Mm.”

Su Yutang sneered. For some reason, she suddenly felt a mix of sorrow and indignation, tears welling in her eyes.

“Then let me ask you—did anyone scheme against you yesterday?”

At that, Lin Meng quietly poked her head out. “Uh... no. I accidentally wandered in here myself.”

Su Yutang seemed to have figured everything out. “No one stopped you when you came upstairs?”

Lin Meng hesitated, then nodded.

Anyway, the key plot had been prevented. She’d answer whatever Su Yutang asked.

At that, Su Yutang revealed an extremely strange smile, then reached out toward Lin Meng.

Lin Meng squeezed her eyes shut in fear. The next moment, Su Yutang’s palm landed on her head, gently stroking. “Darling, I will protect you.”

With that, she walked off the bed barefoot.

That person, to set the trap, really hadn’t left any dangerous objects in this room!

Su Yutang saw the torn, messy clothes thrown under the bed, then stormed into the bathroom. She found a bathrobe and put it on, then with a few “clangs” dismantled a water pipe in the bathroom.

Hearing the noise, Lin Meng thought Su Yutang was going to silence her permanently.

Although she’d prevented the key plot, that didn’t mean she wanted to die. If she promised not to say a word, would Su Yutang spare her?

As she thought this, splashing water sounds came from the bathroom. Then Su Yutang emerged with a gloomy face, holding a thick, long iron pipe.

Lin Meng’s heart leaped to her throat.

She’d already decided—if Su Yutang came at her, she’d jump from here... This was the third floor; jumping might have a chance of survival, right?

But the terrifying scene didn’t come. Su Yutang raised the iron pipe and slammed it viciously against the locked door.

“Clang, clang, clang—”

The banging shook the entire floor. In just ten minutes, Su Yutang smashed the lock area to pieces, then with a face full of rage kicked the door open.

Lin Meng nearly choked from fright. But the moment Su Yutang turned to look at her, she suddenly wore a gentle smile. “Darling, we can leave now.”