A luxurious and comfortable presidential suite.
Men’s and women’s clothing lay scattered messily across the floor, a black lace bra casually tossed by the headboard.
On the large bed not far away, two figures were intertwined.
The deep blue bedsheets made the woman’s skin look even more like white jade.
“Mmm… lighter…”
Qin Nuan’s voice was soft and weak, carrying faint whimpers, but instead of gentleness, she was only held tighter.
Heavy, ragged breathing filled the air as sweat dripped down the man’s jaw, carrying a scorching heat.
“Qingyang, no…”
Qin Nuan instinctively struggled, but the man pulled her back abruptly, his large hand firmly gripping her waist as if trying to melt her into his embrace.
Amid the surging passion, her consciousness had long since blurred—she hadn’t even clearly seen the face of the person before her.
One night of madness.
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The next day, the sunlight was blinding.
Qin Nuan stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
Her head throbbed painfully from the hangover, and her whole body ached as if it had been run over.
A man’s arm was draped across her waist.
She turned her head and was met with a completely unfamiliar face—handsome, cold and aloof, exuding an air of refined nobility even in sleep.
Qin Nuan snapped awake instantly.
What’s going on?
Who is he?!!
Where’s Qingyang?
Fragments of memory flooded back.
Yesterday was her birthday, and her boyfriend Lin Qingyang had booked a private room at a bar.
She’d been pressured into drinking quite a bit, and Lin Qingyang had said he’d booked a room for her upstairs.
Then later—she was hot, and thirsty, and someone had covered her.
She’d thought it was Lin Qingyang…
Qin Nuan’s face turned deathly pale.
She… had walked into the wrong room?
Embarrassed and panicked, she tremblingly got out of bed, wanting to find her clothes and leave this place.
But the moment her feet touched the ground, her legs gave way and she nearly fell.
The mottled red marks on her body testified to how wild last night had been.
The scorching heat seemed to linger inside her even now.
Qin Nuan didn’t dare look at the person on the bed again. She searched the room for her clothes.
Her dress was draped over the sofa, one clasp on her bra at the headboard had been torn off, and her underwear… her underwear was pinned beneath the man’s suit jacket.
When she pulled it out, her face was completely flushed red. After getting dressed, she quickly left the room.
Before closing the door, Qin Nuan took one last look at the man on the bed.
She had to admit—he was really handsome. His features were deep and sculpted, as if carved by a knife, with a high, straight nose bridge—like someone who’d stepped straight out of a magazine.
She had actually been with a man like this…
Qin Nuan bit her lip and left the room, her legs trembling.
The moment the door closed.
The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
His deep, sharp eyes were clear and completely devoid of sleepiness.
The lingering traces of intimacy still hung in the air.
The bedsheets were rumpled, and a few strands of wavy brown hair were left on the pillow.
His gaze rested on the closed door for a few seconds, then slowly slid to the suit jacket hastily draped over the sofa—the one that had just been pressing down on the woman’s underwear.
His eyes darkened, his thoughts unreadable.
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The moment Qin Nuan stepped out of the hotel, her phone rang.
The caller ID read: Lin Qingyang.
Her heart skipped a beat. She gritted her teeth and answered.
“Xiao Nuan?! You finally picked up. Where did you run off to last night?” Lin Qingyang’s voice sounded anxious, yet it carried a hint of something strange.
Qin Nuan felt guilty and ashamed. She said in a low voice, “Qingyang, where are you? Let’s meet up. I have something I want to tell you.”
There was no hiding this.
She had been foolish in her drunkenness. If he wanted to break up with her, she had nothing to say.
They agreed to meet at a café.
Qin Nuan clutched her cup, her knuckles turning white, her heart full of anxiety.
Before long, Lin Qingyang pushed open the glass door and hurried in, his expression grim.
She was about to speak when Lin Qingyang spoke first, urgently:
“Xiao Nuan, where did you go last night? Didn’t I tell you to wait in room 3306? Mr. Chen waited for you in the room all night and didn’t see a single trace of you.”
Qin Nuan froze.
“Mr. Chen? Room 3306?”
Her mind went blank for a moment.
Then, more fragmented images flooded back.
At the bar yesterday, Lin Qingyang had been eagerly urging her to drink, even getting his friends to egg her on, forcing her to down one glass after another.
Later, when she was too drunk to stand, he helped her out, and she vaguely remembered him answering a phone call, his tone fawning:
“Don’t worry, I’ll deliver her to you right away.”
In an instant, Qin Nuan understood everything.
Her eyes widened, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice pit.
“Lin Qingyang,” her voice trembled.
“What do you mean? You deliberately got me drunk last night just to send me to your boss’s bed?”
Lin Qingyang showed a flicker of guilt for a moment, avoiding her gaze: “I’m sorry, Xiao Nuan, I had no choice.”
“But this is a critical time for my promotion review. Whether I can become a supervisor depends entirely on Mr. Chen’s word.”
“He promised me that if you’d just spend one night with him, the position would be mine, and we could live a good life afterward.”
Qin Nuan felt cold all over, looking at the man before her, feeling only strangeness and disgust.
That Mr. Chen—she had met him once before when she attended a company dinner with Lin Qingyang.
He was a man in his forties or fifties, with a beer belly and a greasy face, his gaze at her lecherous and vulgar.
So it had been arranged since then.
“Ha.” Qin Nuan trembled all over, her eyes red, her stomach churning violently.
This was the boyfriend she was about to marry.
Four years of feelings, and it turned out she was just a bargaining chip he offered to his boss.
Lin Qingyang continued to persuade: “Just one night, Xiao Nuan, I promise, I’ll treat you twice as well in the future!”
Qin Nuan couldn’t hold it in any longer. She threw a cup of coffee at Lin Qingyang: “Shut up, you scumbag! You make me sick!”
The brown coffee dripped down Lin Qingyang’s hair and face, leaving him looking pathetic.
The nearby waiter paused mid-step, hesitating whether to approach.
Lin Qingyang’s face instantly darkened. He was about to lash out when his pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on her slightly open collar—those mottled marks.
His eyes turned sinister in an instant, and he grabbed her wrist:
“What are those marks on your neck? You went to the wrong room last night, didn’t you? You were with another man—”
Before he could finish, Qin Nuan violently shook off his hand.
Smack.
A crisp slap landed hard on his face.
“None of your business?”
Qin Nuan pulled her collar together, her tone icy:
“Lin Qingyang, let me tell you, from today on, we’re done. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.”
Lin Qingyang’s face flushed a deep red, utterly humiliated. He reached out to grab her again.
Smack— Another, even harder slap.
“Don’t touch me!”
Qin Nuan stepped back, her gaze cold and sharp.
“Lin Qingyang! That first slap was for the you who sold me last night, and this one is for me, for being foolish for four whole years.”
“I’m warning you! Don’t ever bother me again. What you did to me yesterday was already illegal—if you keep pestering me, I’ll call the police!”
Lin Qingyang could only stand there, his face livid with frustration, watching Qin Nuan leave the café.
Qin Nuan turned and walked straight out of the café.
She was dazed and distracted, and didn’t notice—
Not far away, the massive LED screen suddenly lit up, broadcasting financial news—
The new president of the Empire Group, Shen Shiyan.
The man on the screen was impeccably dressed in a suit, with cold, sharp features and an air of noble elegance.
It was unmistakably the man who had been sleeping beside Qin Nuan this morning.
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Meanwhile, in the presidential suite.
The sound of water stopped.
The man stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe.
His hair was slightly damp, and water droplets slid down the sharp lines of his jaw, dripping onto his muscular chest, which bore a few scratches and bite marks.
He paid them no mind, picking up the clothes his assistant had delivered on the sofa and dressing himself with deliberate calm, fastening his wristwatch.
Until he returned to his usual cold, restrained appearance.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled out his phone to make a call.
His cold voice echoed through the room: “Li Yue, look into the woman who came into my room last night.”