In the air, the scent of lust was thick.

After Tang An'an drank the whole glass of orange juice, she felt as though she was on fire, her senses scattered. She suspected that there was something wrong with the orange juice she had consumed. With all the strength she could muster, she forced her body to leave the hotel room.

Leaning against the wall, she wobbled in the corridor, her vision blurred. She vaguely saw a handsome figure approaching her, so she entwined herself around him for help.

"Help me... Save me..."

The man furrowed his brows, a rush of blood stirring within him.

"Did you bring yourself to me?" He curled his crimson thin lips, wearing a faint smirk.

"Help me, I feel awful."

Tang An'an's throat was parched, as if she was stranded in the desert. She held the man's face with both hands, passionately kissing him from desperation.

The man dodged her, then gripped her cheeks. His dark eyes filled with realization, he coldly said, "Did you take some kind of drug? Hmm, you are the one begging me."

He stooped slightly, lifting up Tang An'an, and walked into the presidential suite of the hotel.

...

Sunlight was streaming brightly.

It penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room.

On the bed, the silk sheet slid down, revealing a woman sprawled out. On her beautifully structured shoulder blade, there was a red mark resembling a lycoris, a flower that blossoms on the other shore. The rest of her body was covered in...

Whole body aching painfully—

Tang An An's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

She moved slightly, and she sharply inhaled.

It hurt so much!

As she tried to turn over, she startled the man beside her. He grabbed her, and swiftly rolled over to pin her down.

Tang An An was frightened and impulsively pushed at him, “Who are you?”

The man lost all sleepiness, yet a certain part of him was…

Tang An An noticed his naked body, her gaze slowly travelling downwards…

She shrieked and covered her eyes, “Who are you? Get away from me now!”

Mu Shao Si looked annoyed yet amused, “You enjoyed me thoroughly, now you're pretending not to acknowledge it?”

Tang An An shivered, did she sleep him?

With both of them naked, it was obvious something had happened.

No wonder her body ached so much. It was because of what happened last night—

She remembered being with her cousin last night. He left after giving her a glass of orange juice, claiming he was going to meet a client.

She then started feeling unwell, so she left the room.

In her stupor, she seemed to have picked up a random man in the hallway—

It seems that the handsome man before her is the one.

Tang An'an bit her lower lip in regret, daring not to think further.

She had trusted the wretch, Tang Youxuan!

"Do you remember?" Lu Shaoxi moved closer, his warm breath filled with desire.

Tang An'an turned away, hands defending her chest, "A one-night stand, who hasn't had one? Didn't you enjoy yourself last night too?"

She was normally quite an open-minded woman.

But last night, it was indeed her first time.

Now, posing as a veteran player in the field of love felt really awkward.

The cell phone rang.

Lu Shaoxi's interest was interrupted as he rolled over to fetch his phone from the bedside table, "What is it?"

Seizing the opportunity while Lu Shaoxi was on the phone, Tang An'an tried to quietly get off the bed.

As if expecting this, he firmly held Tang An'an's wrist.

Unable to break free, Tang An'an had no choice but to lie obediently by his side.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

After ending the call, Lu Shaoxi gazed over with his pitch-black eyes, the look in his eyes intense, "Woman, what's your name?"

"What are you up to? We've messed around enough already, you're not going to ask me for money now, are you?" Tang Anan was nervous. She was broke at the moment, but she still had her life to offer.

Mu Shaosi tightly held her in his arms, a thin smile on his crimson lips: "Never mind, I'll find out on my own."

"After all, if you're satisfied and so am I, bringing up money would be tacky. Don't you agree, handsome?" Tang Anan's teasing gaze completely reduced him to a gigolo in her mind.

Mu Shaosi squinted his eyes: "You don't know who I am?"

Looking at her, it didn't seem like she was pretending.

"What a joke, why should I know who you are?" Tang Anan struggled, successfully escaping from his imprisoning hold and fluidly jumped off the bed, picked up her clothes that were thrown on the floor, and dashingly went into the shower.

The sound of water flowing, Tang Anan allowed herself to be drenched by the shower.

She knew all along that Tang Youxuan was a scoundrel, but she hadn't thought that she would still be framed.

This wouldn't do, she needed to rush home.

When she came out, Mu Shaosi had already dressed.

He was in a neatly tailored suit that accentuated his slender figure. His regal demeanor was akin to that of a king.

Tang Anan put on her casual outfit, instantly feeling that this guy made quite a bit of money as a gigolo.

"I have something to do and need to leave, not going to walk you out." Mu Shaosi offhandedly glanced at her.

Just as he was about to leave, Tang Anan stopped him: "Wait a moment..."

Mu Shaosi turned around, his expression contemptuous.

"Hmph, showing your true colors now, are you about to demand last night's payment?"

"This room, you paid for it, right?" Tang An'an asked weakly, fearing that she might have to pay later.

The cost of this presidential suite is beyond what she can afford now.

Mu Shaosi frowned, "Have you ever seen a hotel where you can stay without paying?"

That's right.

Tang An'an sighed with relief, "Then you may leave."

"…"

…

Upon leaving the hotel, Mu Shaosi immediately took out his phone to make a call.

"Look into it for me, check what the name of the woman who was with me last night is, I want to know everything about her," Mu Shaosi ordered in a deep voice.

After all these years, she was the only woman for him.

In his memory, this woman, seems familiar.

In his dreams, he was entwined with a woman day and night, but he never saw her face.

For the past twenty-five years, no woman has ever been able to stir such desire in him, except for this woman who suddenly appeared.

So in that case, how could he possibly let her go?

Tang Anan rushed back to the Tang household, only to see her sister, Tang Ranran, standing off with a group of burly men. Her defiant stance reminded Tang Anan strongly of their mother.

"Why are you forcing me to leave? This is my home! Why should I go?" Tang Ranran's voice was hoarse from shouting, her forehead beaded with sweat as she clung onto her suitcase, refusing to let the men touch it.

"Ranran, what's going on?"

Tang Anan dashed over and shielded Tang Ranran with her body. "What are you guys planning to do?"

"Do you ask what we're going to do? Tang Anan, your father's dead. We're calling the shots now. So this isn't your home anymore. Time for you to leave." Sharp-tongued and acid-faced, the middle-aged woman speaking was none other than their aunt Liu Xueqin.

Their relatives, once dependent on their father's benevolacy had all shown their true colors after his passing. Now, they were even forcing the sisters to leave their home.

"This is my home! How did it become yours? Sister, what should we do now?" Tang Ranran collapsed into tears, her vision blurred with them as she clung onto Tang Anan's arm.

Tang Anan was devastated.

Looking at her sister, only eighteen and supposed to be enjoying the best days of her life, yet now faced with this crisis, Tang Anan felt a surge of pain.

"The company rightfully belonged to our father. As his daughters, we are the rightful heirs. You all betray our family by audaciously trying to seize the business that our father worked hard to establish. Uncles, I did not expect you to stoop so low!" Tang Anan glared at the crowd, her eyes filled with fury.