Today was supposed to be the five-year anniversary of her relationship with Yu Weihua. However, in the week leading up to this special day, not only had Yu Weihua secretly started a relationship with her half-sister, but her despicable father, An Xiao, was planning to use her as a pawn in his business negotiation, intending to force her to marry Yun Hailin, the profligate heir of the Yun Group.

An Xiaoran refused, and after a heated argument with An Xiao, she felt infuriated enough to leave home. Her wicked father retaliated by freezing all her bank and credit cards, hoping to force her into agreement.

Thankfully, An Xiaoran had learnt to be independent after the death of her mother. She had her own income over these years, and after leaving home, she managed to find accommodation in a hotel.

An Xiaoran, who had only been to a bar once, decided to head there intending to drown her sorrows in drink. The only other time she had been to a bar was after the death of her mother, and she had never set foot in one ever since.

As she drank, memories of her past with Yu Weihua flooded back, and she couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

When An Xiaoran left the bar, her face was flushed and she was visibly drunk. She staggered back to the hotel. Some staff members tried to offer their support, but she refused their help.

"209, hmm? Is the room number 209 or 206?" she mumbled. Her vision was blurring from alcohol. She rubbed her eyes and squinted again at the door.

"Hmm, it's 209, but it's strange. Who inverted my room number?" she muttered, and absentmindedly flipped the room number back as she thought aloud.

"Eh! Did I forget to lock the door when I left?" Too drunk to think clearly, she pushed open the door and crashed onto the bed, falling fast asleep.

"Damn it! Someone drugged me." Xue Jingxuan muttered under his breath.

At that moment, he was in the bathroom, showering in cold water, trying to alleviate the drug's effects. The person who dared to drug him, the powerful Xue Jingxuan, must have been bold enough to not use some ordinary stuff.

Even though he was under the cold water, the unease within him didn't subside. He was either furious or the drug was making him hot and bothered. His handsome face was taking on a flushed tone, his eyes burning with raging anger.

In the world, there weren't many who'd dare drug him. Apart from his rival brother, Liu Jingran, he couldn't think of any. He didn't expect Liu Jingran to stoop so low this time, knowing he had no interest in women, yet using an aphrodisiac on him.

Xue Jingxuan felt like releasing the pent-up frustration, but he had no outlet, which frustrated him even more.

After he came out of the bathroom, he realized he needed a woman to satiate his lust. However, he was surprised to find a woman already lying on his bed as he came out, causing his eyebrows to knit in confusion.

He would never believe that Liu Jingran was so kind-hearted as to fortify him with such a potent aphrodisiac, then provide him with a woman to vent his desires. He figured Liu Jingran probably wanted to see him driven to illness from restraint.

But where did this woman come from? How did she enter his room? That baffled him. His men knew of his distaste for women and weren't aware that he had been drugged. It wasn't possible for them to find a woman to share his bed. With that in mind, the only possibility would be the woman stumbling into his room by mistake.

Although Xue Jingxuan was in dire need of venting his overpowering physical desires, he was still able to suppress the urge to ravish her.

Looking at the woman lying on the bed, she could not be considered beautiful. But her features were clear -- distinct brows, eyes, a prominent nose, cherry-like petite mouth. It was refreshing at first glance. A pair of light blue jeans and a common T-shirt on her negotiate a unique aura.

Xue Jingxuan averted his gaze, afraid that continued observation would crumble his restraint. As he was about to wake her to send her away, An Xiaoran roused due to the noise.

The first thing that met her eyes was a pair of black leather shoes, upwards on a pair of well-fitted black trousers accentuating long legs, then a white shirt hugging a fit torso, and a deep blue tie patterned with floral designs. Finally, a gallantly handsome face sprawled into view.

His sleek fair complexion exuded cold handsomeness with distinct angles. The enchanting gaze from his deep black eyes, his jet-black brows, prominent nose, and beautiful lips together proclaim nobility and elegance.

An Xiaoran was in awe for a fleeting moment, exclaiming to herself, "The gigolo I ordered is so handsome. God really has been generous to me!"

Being confused by the situation, she fell asleep without even opening the door. How did he manage to get in? However, in her drunken state, she didn't bother thinking deep about it. Her goal was to surrender herself this evening.

"Do all gigolos look as charming as you?" With her drunken demeanor, An Xiaoran scrutinized Xue Jingxuan, then put forward the question.

On hearing her words, Xue Jingxuan's face darkened in an instant, glaring at the reckless woman opposite him. The room's atmosphere turned cold instantly, but the drunken An Xiaoran remained oblivious.

"How much do you charge for a night's service? And are you capable? If I am not satisfied, I am not going to pay." Seeing Xue Jingxuan not replying, An Xiaoran swayed her way to him, encircling her arms around his neck, staring at his handsome face.

Her warm breath sprayed onto his face, exacerbating his unease induced by the aphrodisiac. With An Xiaoran's flirtatious antics at this distance, Xue Jingxuan, who was already under influence, was on the edge, suppressing his internal stir. His shaky voice, filled with anger, gritted out:

"Satisfied? What on earth do you think I am, you reckless woman?"

Ignoring his words, An Xiaoran leaned to place her lips onto his, covering his thin lips. Spending five years together with Yu Weihua didn’t make her any expert in kissing. So all she could do was peck at his lips aimlessly.

Thanks to An Xiaoran's initiative, Xue Jingxuan lost the last thread of his rationality, unable to suppress the restlessness within him any longer. He scooped her up around the waist and tossed her onto the soft bed nearby. Following her lead, he put himself on top, turning passivity into initiative, and kissed her enticing, rosy lips. Her taste was sweet, her fresh, subtle fragrance mixed with a hint of alcohol.

Xue Jingxuan's hands swam freely over her body like fish, and under the urging of alcohol, An Xiaoran didn't resist, quite the contrary, she was rather cooperative.

The next morning,

When An Xiaoran woke up, she felt sore all over, as if her bones were falling apart. Habitually, she twisted her neck and lifted the covers, planning to take a bath to relax her body.

"Ah!" An Xiaoran quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from making a sound. She saw her body covered in green and purple love bites, and under the sheets where she lay, there was a smear of bright red.