"Ugh... I feel awful..."

"I've never done anything like this before..."

"Three years married, still a virgin. Don't you think I'm pathetic?"

Wen Lizhu was thoroughly drunk, straddling the man's lap, her fingers fidgeting restlessly with his tie.

She wore a vintage black velvet gown, her chestnut curls cascading loosely around her shoulders—like a heartbroken heroine straight out of a Hong Kong romance film. Her smudged makeup only added to her disheveled allure.

Yet, despite her boldness, the man remained as cold and unreadable as an iceberg. He neither resisted nor encouraged her, simply letting her wreak havoc on him with an impassive expression.

Yan Zeyuan's assistant, Yun Mu, could barely keep his footing. He had only stepped into the hallway to take a call, and in the blink of an eye, this drunken woman had barged into the CEO's private room.

And now—she was sitting on the boss's lap, no less!

For heaven's sake, this was a man whose mere glare could make the elite of the capital tremble. Who in their right mind would dare climb onto his lap?

Yun Mu was about to step in and shoo her away when Yan Zeyuan silenced him with a single glance.

The atmosphere in the room grew subtly tense.

The drunken woman, completely oblivious to the presence of a third person, leaned against Yan Zeyuan's shoulder, sobbing. "My ex-husband said women in the entertainment industry are all dirty, that sleeping with me would give him diseases... How dare he think of me like that? I entered this industry at eighteen, worked my way up with my own talent—never once resorted to shady deals... Never..."

"Ex-husband?" Yan Zeyuan's stern expression softened slightly. "You're divorced?"

"Duh! He cheated on me with his ex behind my back. He’s shameless, but I still have my pride, okay? If I weren’t divorced, would I be here with you?" She pointed unsteadily at her purse, slurring, "The divorce papers are right in there. If you don’t believe me, check them before we do anything!"

Yun Mu stood frozen, mouth agape.

What on earth was happening?

Did the CEO know this woman?

And judging by the looks of it, she was planning to sleep with him?

Should he stay and keep watch? Or tactfully make himself scarce?

As he hesitated, Yan Zeyuan raised a hand—those long, elegant fingers pointed unmistakably toward the door.

Yun Mu immediately took the hint, swiftly exiting and even making sure to close the door quietly behind him.

Now, the vast presidential suite held only two people: Yan Zeyuan and Wen Lichu.

Yan Zeyuan straightened his tie, which she had tugged askew, his deep gaze fixed intently on her. "So, you're saying you want to sleep with me?"

"Isn't that your job?"

Wen Lizhu was already tipsy, but she vaguely remembered her best friend Nan Yuyuan promising to find her a charming, well-built young man at the bar—someone to help her "break her fast."

She had thought it was just a joke, but apparently, her friend had actually gone through with it.

And Nan Yuyuan’s taste was impeccable. The man before her was unbelievably handsome—sharp brows, striking eyes, flawless features, and a physique to die for.

Perched on his lap, she leaned into his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his crisp dress shirt.

Not only was he stunning, but he also knew how to play the part—dressed in an immaculate suit, exuding an air of cold elegance, like some untouchable CEO.

Compared to him, her ex-husband Ji Shao’an was nothing.

"My job is to sleep with people?" Yan Zeyuan let out a low, amused chuckle. "And how much are you willing to pay for that service?"

"I’m not sure. My friend arranged it—said it was to celebrate my divorce."

Thirsty, Wen Lizhu reached for the glass of water on the coffee table but missed.

Yan Zeyuan picked it up and brought it to her lips.

Tilting her delicate face back, she drank, her throat bobbing slightly before she licked her plush red lips.

The gesture was both innocent and alluring.

"Thank you, you're so thoughtful."

Her voice was soft and tender as she unconsciously leaned into his embrace. The warmth of her body pressed against his chest, igniting a restless fire within him that he could no longer suppress.

Yan Zeyuan toyed with the Buddhist prayer beads around his wrist, struggling to maintain his composure. But the flames of desire had already consumed every shred of his rationality. If he could remain indifferent at a moment like this, then he truly wasn’t a man.

He stood abruptly, sweeping Wen Lichu into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Loosening his tie, he leaned over her, his voice low and rough.

"Wen Lichu, those who can let go of the past deserve to be rewarded with a new beginning. Your friend was right—tonight calls for a proper celebration."

With that, his lips crashed down on hers. His kiss was possessive, demanding, his tongue slipping past her parted lips to claim her completely. The world around them dissolved into a haze of heat and longing...

**

The night was a blur of passion and whispered promises.

When Wen Lichu awoke, her body ached deliciously, every muscle heavy with exhaustion. The memories of their reckless abandon played in her mind like a dream—a fleeting escape from the pain of her failed marriage.

But when the alcohol wore off and the fleeting pleasure faded, the wounds in her heart began to ache once more.

It seemed that escape and indulgence could never last.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and behind the fogged glass door, the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man was just visible.

Wen Lizhu couldn’t help but recall the moments from the night before.

She had to admit—the man Nan Yuyuan had introduced to her was truly exceptional. The experience had far surpassed her expectations.

She had braced herself for an awkward first time, but with endless patience and tenderness, he had dissolved every trace of her unease.

He had given her a night of pure ecstasy.

A five-star experience, without a doubt.

As wonderful as last night had been, now that she was sober, the thought of facing the man she’d shared such intimacy with left her inexplicably unsettled.

Wen Lizhu decided to slip away while he was still in the shower—better to avoid an awkward encounter.

She climbed out of bed, smoothed her dress, grabbed her purse and heels, and tiptoed toward the door.

Just as her fingers brushed the handle, a deep, velvety voice called out from behind her:

"Running off after having your way with me? That’s cold."

Wen Lizhu froze.

Too late.

"Um... I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll have to leave first. By the way, last night was... nice. Thanks for that."

She forced out the polite words without turning around, her fingers fumbling faster with the door handle.

"Hold it." The man's voice stopped her cold. "Not even going to look at me and see who I am?"

"It was just a one-night stand. No need for introductions, right?"

Wen Lizhu pushed against the door, eager to escape.

The next second, a long, lean arm shot past her ear, slamming the door shut with a heavy thud.

"One-night stand?"

His fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to turn. A dangerous smirk played at the corner of his lips. "I'm afraid it's more than that."

Being blocked again and again was starting to grate on her nerves.

"What do you mean? Don’t tell me you’re trying to cling to me—"

As she spoke, she finally lifted her gaze. The moment she saw his face, her heart nearly stopped.

Yan... Yan Zeyuan!

How could it be him?!