Su Qinghe opened her eyes again, and the world spun violently.
A cloying sweet fragrance stung her nose. In front of her was a luxury hotel suite so extravagant it dazzled the eyes. Beneath her was an overly soft bed.
And she was…
Straddling a man’s waist.
The man beneath her had slightly messy black hair, the corners of his eyes flushed an abnormal red. His jawline was tense and cold, and even in a state of arousal, his noble aura could not be concealed.
It was Lu Zhiheng. The male lead.
The heir of Beijing’s elite circle, the head of the Lu family’s hotel empire, the untouchable high mountain flower of the entire novel. The person the original Su Qinghe had been obsessively in love with.
The next second, a flood of memories crashed into her mind like a tidal wave.
She had transmigrated.
Into this CEO romance novel, she had become the useless, vile, and mentally unstable supporting character who shared her name, Su Qinghe.
In reality, she was a breathtaking beauty who could be stopped on the street by talent scouts three blocks in a row. She had worked her way up diligently to become a top-tier actress, the kind who closed red carpets in the center spotlight.
And now after transmigrating, she had become an ordinary-looking woman with decent family background, but completely love-obsessed and deranged.
But before she could fully process anything, she suddenly remembered she had been eating late-night snacks in the hotel just moments ago.
Barbecue, something she had been craving for a long time, had just been delivered.
She had just finished filming a project, had been restricting her diet for months, and was finally planning a cheat meal.
Then everything went black. She thought it was low blood sugar and immediately called her agent.
But before the call could even connect, she fainted.
【Did I die from overwork in the real world?】 Su Qinghe thought helplessly, regretting that she had not even taken a single bite of the barbecue she had been craving.
While she was still in a daze, a sudden sharp grip on her waist made her jolt.
The pain snapped her back to reality, and only then did she realize what situation she was in.
And right now, this moment…
It was the peak disaster scene of the original owner’s self-destruction.
Su Qinghe had drugged Lu Zhiheng, dragged him into a hotel room, and intended to sleep with him to force him into responsibility.
The original owner had already kissed him.
Just one kiss.
It was messy and frantic, filled with desperate madness.
At that time, Lu Zhiheng’s consciousness was already blurry. When Su Qinghe leaned in again, he forced himself to turn his head away with sheer willpower, only brushing her lips slightly. Then he shoved her away with enough force that she nearly fell off the bed.
His eyes were filled with icy disgust as he said word by word, cold enough to cut through bone:
“Su Qinghe, you disgust me.”
That single moment shattered the last shred of mercy he had left for her.
Thinking of this, Su Qinghe snapped back to her senses.
Right now, she was still half sitting on top of Lu Zhiheng. The atmosphere was so awkward it was suffocating.
She intended to get off, but the slight movement made the man beneath her let out a muffled groan.
That sound made her pause.
Huh… That voice actually sounded pretty good.
Not inferior to the male leads in the dramas she had watched before.
Without thinking, her hand unconsciously brushed against him again.
Her gaze drifted downward. The man beneath her had a face full of anger, his eyes red at the corners. Even his furious expression looked strangely alluring.
Beauty really could ruin reason.
She could not help herself and slipped her fingers into his slightly parted lips with one hand while the other lingered on his chest.
She admitted it. At that moment, she had completely lost control to desire.
But she could not be blamed. She was a normal woman with normal needs. And the original owner had gone completely insane, not only drugging Lu Zhiheng but also drugging herself. Her body was burning with the same unbearable heat.
The next second, Lu Zhiheng bit down hard.
“Ah!”
Su Qinghe cried out in pain. Her finger had been bitten. Was he a dog or something?
The sharp pain snapped her mind back into clarity.
She quickly withdrew her hand, then did something that shocked even Lu Zhiheng.
She slapped herself. Hard!
Lu Zhiheng frowned. “You…”
He was clearly wondering what new madness she was performing now.
The slap had force behind it. Su Qinghe’s head tilted slightly, her hair falling messily over her face, obscuring her eyes. One strap of her red dress had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a hint of skin beneath.
Strangely seductive.
Lu Zhiheng unconsciously swallowed. It must be the drug. There was no way he would think Su Qinghe looked alluring.
And yet his body reacted anyway.
He felt it clearly. His expression darkened further.
Because Su Qinghe was still straddling him, she noticed it immediately. But she said nothing. She knelt upright instead, calmly pulling the blanket over that area to cover it.
Then she clasped her hands together and got off the bed.
“Sorry!”
A loud, clear apology echoed through the room.
She followed it with a ninety-degree bow.
Lu Zhiheng leaned against the headboard, his breathing slightly uneven. The drug was taking effect, but his eyes were still cold and sharp as he stared at her like she was a clown.
Clearly, the kiss had already happened.
The drug had already been administered.
The scene had already reached the midpoint of disaster.
According to the original personality, she should be crying, begging, or clinging desperately to him.
But something inside Su Qinghe, the modern comedic girl DNA, suddenly kicked in.
Under his freezing gaze, she calmly got off him completely.
She stood properly, then bowed deeply again.
“Sorry, President Lu. I was insane just now. I deserve punishment. I am not human.”
Lu Zhiheng said nothing. Su Qinghe looked up sincerely, eyes clear and honest like a model citizen.
“The drug was my fault. I lost my mind because I liked you too much and could not accept rejection. You did nothing wrong. I have realized now that forcing something never works. I will leave immediately and never bother you again. Let’s just pretend tonight never happened.”
She paused, then added seriously, as if swearing an oath:
“If I ever bother you again, may I never find pearls in my milk tea, may my hotpot always come with cilantro, and may my food delivery never include utensils.”
Lu Zhiheng remained silent.
“Get out.”
“Got it, I’ll leave right away. I am truly sorry.”
She responded like a talk show performer, immediately grabbing her coat from the floor and running out. She even forgot her shoes, carrying them in her hand.
Lu Zhiheng stayed silent for two seconds. His eyes still carried disgust, but something faintly different flickered beneath it.
Confusion! Su Qinghe left without hesitation.
At the door, she even politely pulled it shut behind her.
Once the door closed, she leaned against the hallway wall and finally let out a long breath.
That was close, too close.
If she had stayed any longer, she would have followed the original storyline into online infamy, family ruin, and becoming hated by the male lead.
As for Lu Zhiheng…
High mountain flowers?
Heir of the Lu family?
Whoever wants him can have him.
Su Qinghe now only wanted money, her career, and to survive well.
Men?
There were plenty of men with two legs. Why would she cling to just one tree?