Luo Yan watched the hotel corridor’s surveillance feed on her tablet.
Twenty minutes had passed since Chen Jiaying helped Yan Jun into the suite.
In the original plot, the drunken male lead, confronted with a female lead who bore some resemblance to his white moonlight, had lost control, pulling her into his arms and kissing her.
The female lead panicked, and her weak, futile thumps against his chest only fueled the man’s desire for conquest.
His forceful, fiery kisses struck a spark against the dry tinder.
Before long, clothes were shed, and the two were tumbling together in bed.
It was time for her to catch them in the act.
Carrying an insulated food jar, Luo Yan made her way to the hotel front desk with an effortless, graceful gait.
She was stunningly beautiful—a vivid, striking beauty laced with an unruly aggression and aloof detachment.
Yet to cater to her fiancé’s tastes, she always toned down her innate radiance with fresh, gentle makeup and understated clothing.
As Yan Jun’s fiancée, there wasn’t a single employee in this seven-star hotel under Sheng Yan who didn’t recognize her.
She claimed she had an appointment to meet Yan Jun here, adding that if he wasn’t back yet, she would just wait in his room.
Given that similar situations had occurred before, the receptionist handed her the spare keycard to Yan Jun’s private penthouse suite without hesitation.
Meeting the girl’s eyes, Luo Yan offered a gentle word of thanks.
Her soft, soothing voice and eyes laced with a faint smile instantly drew people in.
A blush crept onto the receptionist’s face.
Rumor had it that the eldest daughter of the Luo family was arrogant and capricious, flying into a rage at the slightest inconvenience. Clearly, that wasn’t true at all.
Standing before the suite, Luo Yan swiped the keycard.
Beep— The door unlocked in response.
Pausing for a fraction of a second, she stepped inside.
The suite was furnished with understated grandeur: cashmere carpets, genuine leather sofas, and rosewood furniture. The outer reception area alone was several times larger than an ordinary hotel room.
From the open bedroom door drifted the tearful, plaintive cries of a woman.
Following the sound, Luo Yan walked over. What greeted her eyes were clothes strewn across the floor.
The glaring sight struck like a bolt of lightning, instantly draining all color from her face.
Her voice trembled in bewildered, murmurous disbelief:
“What… what are you doing?!”
The quavering tone fell like a discordant note, completely disrupting the female lead’s unrestrained performance.
Chen Jiaying turned her head, letting out a terrified shriek the moment she saw Luo Yan.
She scrambled in a panic, tumbling clumsily onto the floor.
Curling up by the bedside, she yanked down a thin quilt to cover herself.
The young girl looked pure and delicate, exquisitely vulnerable.
Tears clung to the corners of her eyes as she huddled, trembling, gazing up at Luo Yan with a look of terror and aggrieved helplessness.
She looked entirely like a victim who had been forced, utterly resigned and pitiable.
The man froze, only then turning around.
He was tall and long-legged, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His physique was lean and muscular, glistening with a light sheen of sweat—radiating raw, carnal appeal.
Tsk, Luo Yan thought to herself. As expected of the male lead. Great body.
A slightly unnatural flush lingered on Yan Jun’s handsome face.
His reactions were a beat slow, suggesting his state wasn’t merely from alcohol.
After a brief daze, his scattered wits returned, and he pieced together the current situation.
After years of tempering in the business world, he wasn’t as impetuous as typical young men.
Even caught in bed by his fiancée, he showed not the slightest panic, maintaining a calm, steady aura.
“Why are you here? I can explain.”
As he spoke, he walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a bathrobe, and slipped it on.
“Explain what? Explain that she’s just a delivery service you ordered to handle your physical needs?”
Yan Jun frowned, instinctively about to refute her, but froze when he caught sight of Luo Yan’s pale face.
Those eyes, which usually shone like stars whenever she looked at him, were entirely dimmed, overflowing with fragility and sorrow.
Her rims were faintly red. Her hands gripped the insulated jar tightly, yet she still stood straight and poised.
Having just witnessed her fiancé’s betrayal with her own eyes, she was forcing herself to hold it together, clinging to the very last shred of her dignity.
“I know you kept a canary for your amusement in the past. It was in the past, so I never held it against you. I pretended I didn’t know.”
“I thought you had forgotten her.”
As if unable to say another word, Luo Yan squeezed her eyes shut.
Opening them again, her face bloodless, she turned and hurried out.
Her hasty, retreating figure betrayed a vulnerability that refused to face the truth.
Never having seen her like this, Yan Jun felt an inexplicable, sudden twinge in his chest.
Having swiftly exited the room, Luo Yan paused for a few seconds outside the door.
Within range of the surveillance cameras, she put on an expression of utter devastation, walking slowly toward the elevator.
Given Yan Jun’s demeanor, he wouldn’t chase after her in a bathrobe to offer excuses in the hallway.
He needed time to sort out his thoughts and figure out what to do next.
When she interrupted them, the leads had only just started.
With such a short time, they probably hadn’t even experienced any real pleasure yet.
In the book, when left undisturbed, the two of them had spent the entire night indulging themselves.
Inside the room, once Luo Yan’s figure vanished from view, Yan Jun turned back around.
Catching sight of a glaring smear of crimson on the white bedsheet, a complex look flickered in the depths of his eyes.
He wasn’t a man driven by lust. Since getting engaged to Luo Yan, the number of times his fiery-figured fiancée had stirred his desires could be counted on one hand.
And each time, she had refused him, saying she wanted to wait until their wedding night.
Since she adopted a reserved and conservative stance, he hadn’t forced the matter; it made no difference to him.
He felt no genuine love for her, merely accepting the arrangement of their political marriage.
Reflecting carefully on tonight’s events, Yan Jun was certain someone had set him up using underhanded means.
At the time, his whole body had been consumed by burning lust, though a thread of clarity had remained.
Had he been alone, he might have endured it with sheer willpower.
Yet when Chen Jiaying stepped in to support him, she had brought with her an enticing fragrance.
The softness and scent of a woman’s body had triggered latent memories.
His body had acted before his mind could, and reason had been tossed aside.
Now that he had taken Chen Jiaying’s virginity, even if he had no intention of taking responsibility for an accident, he wasn’t the type to roll out of bed and turn a cold shoulder.
Sitting on the sofa beside the bed, Yan Jun looked at Chen Jiaying, who was curled up in the corner, staring at the floor and sobbing softly.
“I’ll give you a sum of money.”
His sudden voice broke the room’s chilling silence.
Chen Jiaying jerked her head up, unable to hide her shock, which was tinged with the slight fury of being insulted.
“I don’t want your money.”
Remembering Luo Yan’s earlier remark about delivery services, Chen Jiaying broke down, two streams of aggrieved tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Mr. Yan, what kind of person do you take me for?”
She was a decent girl! Not a call girl!
She had cried, shouted no, and fought back.
How could a frail woman like her resist the brute strength of a powerfully built man in the heat of passion?
“Mr. Yan, I…”
Before she could finish, a series of chimes suddenly went off in the room.
Rummaging through the mess of clothes on the carpet, Yan Jun retrieved his phone. As he unlocked the screen to read the message, his face darkened.
It was from Luo Yan:
[The maidenhead is a heartless thing, but a plastic surgery clinic can patch that spring.]
Attached were several screenshots of cosmetic procedures and price lists from a plastic surgery hospital.
A large, striking banner ad spanned across the top of the page:
Flawlessly natural, superior quality—satisfy his desires for your “first time.”
A little white lie, a lifetime of return—wrap your fallback guy right around your finger.