Luxurious and comfortable presidential suite.
On the floor, a man’s and a woman’s clothes were tangled and scattered everywhere. A black lace bra was casually tossed on the nightstand. Not far away on the large bed, a pair of figures were entwined. The deep blue sheets made the woman on the bed look even more fair-skinned like white jade. “Mm, don’t, a little lighter…” Qin Nuan cried and pleaded, her delicate voice almost hoarse. Instead of granting her any relief, he held her even tighter. Heavy panting echoed in the room. Droplets of sweat slid down the man’s jawline, dripping onto her collarbone. The scorching temperature made her whole body tremble. Qin Nuan wanted to escape, but the man pulled her back fiercely. The hands gripping her waist rubbed repeatedly, as if trying to knead her into his very body. “Qingyang, don’t…” As the waves of passion surged, a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her hands resting on the man’s shoulders were half-pushing, half-yielding. In her hazy state of consciousness, she couldn’t even clearly see the face of the person in front of her. A night of debauchery.
The next day, the sunlight was blinding. Qin Nuan moved and slowly opened her eyes. After a hangover, her head was throbbing and her whole body felt as sore as if she had been run over. Just as she moved, she felt a man’s arm resting across her waist. She turned her head, only to be met by a completely unfamiliar face—handsome, aloof, exuding an air of noble elegance even in his sleep. Qin Nuan woke up instantly. What is going on? Who is he?!! Where is Qingyang?
Fragments of memory came flooding back. Yesterday was her birthday, and her boyfriend, Lin Qingyang, had booked a private room at a bar. Overjoyed, she had too much to drink, and Lin Qingyang said he had booked a room for her upstairs. Later on, she felt hot and thirsty, and someone covered her body. She had thought it was Lin Qingyang… Qin Nuan’s face turned pale. Did she… go to the wrong room?
Embarrassed and panicked, she tremblingly got out of bed, wanting to find her clothes and leave this place. But as soon as her feet touched the floor, her legs went soft and she almost fell. The mottled red marks on her body were testimony to how wild everything had been last night. That scorching heat seemed to still linger inside her body. Not daring to look at the man on the bed anymore, Qin Nuan searched everywhere in the room for her clothes. Her dress was hanging on the sofa, the clasp of her bra on the nightstand had been torn off, and her panties… her panties were pressed underneath the man’s suit jacket. When she pulled them out, her face turned beet red. Once 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 facial features were deep and three-dimensional like a carved statue, with a high bridge of nose—looking like someone who had stepped straight out of a magazine. She actually ended up with a man like this… Biting her lip, Qin Nuan left the room with trembling legs.
The moment the door closed, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes and sat up. A pair of deep, sharp eyes were entirely clear and devoid of sleepiness. An ambiguous aura still lingered in the air. The sheets were messy, and a few strands of brownish-wavy long hair were left on the pillow. His gaze lingered on the closed door for a few seconds, then slowly drifted toward the suit jacket hastily draped over the sofa—the one that had just been resting on top of the woman’s panties. His eyes turned dark and deep, deep in thought.
Qin Nuan’s phone rang the moment she stepped out of the hotel. Caller ID: Lin Qingyang. Her heart skipped a beat, and she gritted her teeth to answer the call. “Xiao Nuan?! You finally answered! Where on earth did you go last night?” Lin Qingyang’s voice sounded anxious, but also seemed to carry a hint of something odd. Guilty and conscience-stricken, Qin Nuan lowered her voice and said, “Qingyang, where are you? Let’s meet up, I have something to tell you.” This matter couldn’t be kept hidden. It was her own drunken mistake; if he wanted to break up with her, she would have nothing to say.
The two agreed to meet at a cafe. Qin Nuan gripped her cup tightly, her knuckles turning white, her heart extremely anxious. Before long, Lin Qingyang pushed open the glass door, hurried in with a terrible complexion. Before she could even speak, Lin Qingyang hastily blurted out first: “Xiao Nuan, where did you go last night? Didn’t I tell you to wait in Room 3306? President Chen waited in the room for you all night and didn’t even catch a glimpse of you.”
Qin Nuan froze. “President Chen? 3306?” Her mind went blank for a split second. Immediately after, more fragmented images rushed back. Yesterday at the bar, Lin Qingyang had eagerly urged her to drink and had his friends keep egging her on, forcing her to drink cup after cup. Later, when she was too unsteady to stand, he helped her out, and vaguely she remembered him taking a phone call, his tone ingratiating: “Don’t worry, I’ll have her sent right over.”
In an instant, Qin Nuan understood everything. Her eyes widened, and she felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. “Lin Qingyang,” her voice was trembling. “What do you mean by this? You deliberately got me drunk last night just to send me to your boss’s bed?”
Lin Qingyang felt a momentary flicker of guilt and avoided her gaze. “I’m sorry, Xiao Nuan, but I had no choice.” “Right now is the critical period for my promotion evaluation. Whether I can become a supervisor depends entirely on a word from President Chen.” “He promised me that as long as you’re willing to spend the night with him, that position will be mine, and we’ll be able to live a good life in the future.”
Qin Nuan felt icy cold all over. Looking at the man in front of her, she found him utterly unfamiliar and disgusting. That President Chen—she had met him once before when she attended a company dinner with Lin Qingyang. He was a man in his forties with a beer belly, a greasy face, and a lecherous, vulgar look in his eyes whenever he stared at her. So back then, Lin Qingyang had already arranged it all.
“Heh.” Qin Nuan trembled all over, her eyes red, and her stomach churning violently. This was the boyfriend she was about to marry. Four years of a relationship, and it turned out she was just a bargaining chip he handed to his boss. Lin Qingyang was still trying to persuade her: “It was just one night, Xiao Nuan! I promise I’ll treat you twice as well from now on!” Unable to take it any longer, Qin Nuan hurled a cup of coffee at Lin Qingyang: “Shut up, you scumbag! You make me sick!”
Brown coffee dripped down Lin Qingyang’s hair and face, making him look utterly wretched. A nearby waiter paused, hesitating whether to step forward. Lin Qingyang’s face darkened instantly, and just as he was about to lash out, his pupils abruptly shrank as his gaze locked onto her slightly open collar—the mottled marks there. His expression turned instantly sinister as he grabbed her wrist: “What are those marks on your neck? Did you go to the wrong room last night? Did you and some other man—” Before he could finish, Qin Nuan fiercely jerked her hand away.
Slap! A crisp, hard slap landed squarely across his face. “None of your business!” Qin Nuan pulled her collar together, her tone icy: “Lin Qingyang, let me tell you, starting today, we are broken up. Don’t you ever show your face in front of me again.”
A few young girls at the neighboring table watched with satisfaction, unable to help softly clapping and cheering. “Well hit!” Serve that gold-digger right! She thought this young lady looked gentle, but she’s actually so badass! Lin Qingyang’s face turned the color of a pig’s liver, losing all dignity as he reached out to pull her back again. Slap! Another even harsher blow. “Don’t touch me!” Qin Nuan stepped back, her gaze cold and fierce. “Lin Qingyang! The first slap was for you, who was sold out yesterday; this slap is for the four years I wasted being a fool.” “I’m warning you! Don’t you dare pester me ever again. What you did to me yesterday already constitutes a crime. If you keep bothering me, don’t blame me for calling the police!”
Lin Qingyang could only stand there in frustration, his face livid with rage as Qin Nuan walked out of the cafe. Qin Nuan turned around and walked straight out. Lost in a daze, she failed to notice something. A large LED billboard in the distance suddenly lit up, broadcasting financial news— The newly appointed CEO of Empire Group, Shen Shiyan. The man on the screen was sharply dressed in a suit, with cold, stern brows and a noble aura. Unmistakably the man who had slept beside Qin Nuan that morning.
Meanwhile, in the presidential suite. The sound of running water stopped. The man stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. His hair was slightly damp, and droplets of water slid down his well-defined, smooth jawline, dripping onto his sturdy chest, exposing a few scratch and bite marks. He paid them no mind, picking up the clothes sent over by his assistant and dressing leisurely, fastening his wristwatch. Until he resumed his usual aloof and restrained demeanor. Only then did he walk over to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out his phone, and made a call. His cold, stern voice echoed in the room: “Li Yue, help me look into who the woman was that entered my room last night.”