In the dim hotel suite, Su Qian was pressed heavily against the door panel, her cheeks flushed, the air filled with ambiguous sounds.
“Luo Luo, open your mouth…”
Hearing those words, Su Qian’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
Wait…
This wasn’t her online boyfriend!
An hour earlier, Su Qian had drunk a little alcohol, and in a moment of impulsiveness, agreed to meet her online boyfriend in person.
He had sent her the hotel room number.
It was the best hotel in Haicheng.
Speaking of her online boyfriend, he was so perfect that Su Qian had at one point suspected he was a romance scammer.
Fair, pale skin, lean muscle, eight-pack abs.
His usual style of dress also gave off the vibe of a wealthy young heir.
But he’d never sent a photo of his full face, saying he wanted to meet in person instead.
Su Qian had agreed, prepared for the possibility that his photos were heavily edited.
She was 27 this year, at the age where people nagged her about marriage, yet she’d never been in a relationship before—and she was a sucker for good looks.
This was the first time she’d drunk alcohol in advance and put on a pretty dress.
Now, she was pressed against the ice-cold door panel, the straps of her carefully chosen dress slipping down.
The man’s two long, slender hands pressed against her waist as he kissed her urgently.
Su Qian was quite satisfied with her online boyfriend’s appearance.
But hearing the man’s words, she realized—
Something was wrong!
This wasn’t her online boyfriend!
It was a handsome stranger who was supposed to spend the night with his girlfriend but had walked into the wrong room.
“No…”
Just as she was about to speak, the man deftly pinned her down.
Su Qian’s body trembled.
“Don’t be afraid.”
The man pressed close to her ear, his hot breath scalding.
Then, a sharp pain tore through Su Qian’s body.
Her slender, snow-white neck tensed as her head tilted back, her eyes instantly misting over, her mind going completely blank…
The next day, Su Qian opened her eyes, her body aching as if she’d been run over.
She sat up groggily, the blanket sliding bit by bit off her shoulders, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.
There were even finger marks on her waist from the previous night’s loss of control.
Su Qian opened her eyes in a daze—and met a pair of cold, icy eyes.
Instantly, the memories came flooding back.
It was the man from last night.
At this moment, the man sat on the sofa, his long legs spread casually, his face hidden in the dim shadows, his emotions unreadable.
His profile looked very similar to her online boyfriend.
Su Qian held onto a sliver of hope that she was overthinking it.
Until the man asked, “Who are you?”
Su Qian pressed her lips together. Just as she’d suspected.
He had slept with the wrong person.
Seeing that she wasn’t speaking, the man leaned forward with an oppressive air.
“Speak.”
Su Qian clenched her fingertips.
She had wanted to remind him last night…
But the man, who had seemed so inexperienced at first, had turned into a wild, crazed dog, thrusting into her again and again until she couldn’t speak.
He even knew it was her first time, yet while saying “one last time” over and over, he went through half a box of condoms.
In the end, she had passed out from the ordeal.
Su Qian felt wronged too. “I had arranged to meet someone else yesterday. You walked into the wrong room.”
Jiang Ji rose irritably.
He had clearly promised his grandfather last night that he would properly develop a relationship with Su Luoluo—otherwise, Su Luoluo would keep tattling, complaining that he never touched her.
He never expected to sleep with the wrong person.
Before he could figure out how to handle the situation, the girl pulled out a wad of cash. “Is this… enough?”
Jiang Ji laughed in anger.
He was not a gigolo.
The hotel’s blackout curtains were so effective that Su Qian couldn’t see Jiang Ji’s mocking expression. Thinking it wasn’t enough, she added another five hundred.
“I can’t give you any more…”
Jiang Ji drew a deep breath, didn’t take the money, and fixed Su Qian with a cold glare from his narrow, striking eyes. “Don’t tell anyone about last night.”
“Fine, you too—”
Bang—
The door slammed shut. Su Qian emerged from under the covers, feeling rather annoyed.
How on earth had she slept with the wrong person…
But the real question was—where had the guy she’d arranged to meet last night gone?
Su Qian opened WeChat and found her online boyfriend, intending to ask why he’d stood her up.
Instead, she was greeted by a red exclamation mark.
He’d deleted her?!
Then, oddly enough, it was her half-sister Su Luoluo who called.
“Big sister, I was just teasing you with my boyfriend’s photos. I didn’t expect you to take it seriously. Don’t tell me you waited at the hotel all night?”
“The photos were of my boyfriend, but what can I say—he likes them young. Not old hags like you.”
“If you’re that desperate, big sister, maybe you should just buy yourself some little toys~”
Su Qian: ?
Her online boyfriend of three months… had been her little sister playing pretend?
A wave of absurdity washed over her.
Ever since her father’s affair and remarriage, Su Qian had kept her distance from that family.
She’d never imagined, though, that her half-sister would pose as her online boyfriend just to humiliate her like this.
Su Qian’s hands went cold.
Misty tears blurred her vision, and she wiped them away.
Crying was useless. No one stood behind her.
But she couldn’t swallow this insult.
Su Qian pulled out her laptop, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard, and tracked down Su Luoluo’s social media accounts.
And learned the identity of Su Luoluo’s boyfriend.
Jiang Ji—a graduate student, and the heir of the Jiang family, the richest family in Haicheng.
In the photos, Su Luoluo beamed brilliantly, her arm linked with a cold-eyed young man.
His face was calm as still water, exuding an aloof, untouchable air—like a flower on a high peak.
Su Qian’s lashes fluttered.
It was him.
The man who’d had red-rimmed eyes last night, gripping her waist, rasping “one more time.”
So Su Luoluo had tried to trap her, and by some twist of fate, had delivered her own boyfriend into Su Qian’s bed instead?
Su Qian had been single her entire twenty-seven years of life. Now at the age when everyone nagged her to marry, she was, unfortunately, hopelessly shallow about looks.
And Jiang Ji.
He met every single one of her requirements.
Su Qian closed her eyes as a wild idea took root and spread like bacteria.
She wanted revenge on Su Luoluo.
She wanted to steal her beloved boyfriend.
Just like how that woman had stolen her father back then, and thrown her and her mother out of the villa.
…
It was Saturday, so Su Qian didn’t have to work. She spent the whole afternoon gathering information on her sister’s boyfriend before finally leaving the hotel.
That man had tasted flesh for the first time last night and knew nothing of restraint—every part of her body ached.
Even her throat was dry and hoarse.
On the way home, she stopped at the fresh food supermarket in the MixC Mall downstairs from her apartment to buy fruit.
As she carried a bag of oranges to the checkout, she rounded a corner and collided with someone.
The plastic bag tore, and oranges rolled everywhere.
Su Qian crouched down to pick them up, and a long, cool, pale hand held out an orange to her.
“Thank you.”
After the oranges were gathered back into the bag, Su Qian looked up to thank him—and met a pair of beautiful peach-blossom eyes.
The man wore a baseball cap, with a high nose bridge and a sharp jawline.
White over-ear headphones hung around his neck. He was dressed in a gray athletic outfit, a badminton racket slung over one shoulder.
Handsome with a boyish charm—like the first breeze of spring brushing through willow branches.
Su Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
It was him. Jiang Ji.
A conquest plan rapidly took shape in Su Qian’s mind.
The bare white light spilled down, illuminating Su Qian’s porcelain-white face.
She pretended not to recognize him, her lashes trembling slightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint flush.
“Hi there, handsome. Could I get your WeChat?”