On the top floor of a five-star hotel in City S, Ji Jingwen looked up at the room number in front of her. Her expression was somewhat complex, but she ultimately gritted her teeth, rummaged for a card from her bag, only to find a crack in the door—it hadn’t been fully closed in the first place.
She put the card back in her bag without any hesitation, then helped her drunk friend open the door and guided her in.
The room was dimly lit, with only a tiny warm light glowing from the King-Size bed. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, indicating that the master of the Presidential Suite was taking a bath.
Ji Jingwen helped her friend into the bed, covering her with a blanket, whispering, “Xue Han, don't blame me for this. Can I help it if we both have feelings for the same man? Moreover, I'm helping you out today.”
Just as she finished mumbling, her phone ‘dinged’ unexpectedly, startling her. She immediately left the presidential suite, closing the door behind her, and quickly descended on the elevator. It wasn't until she left the hotel that she dared to take her phone out of her bag.
By now, she was drenched in cold sweat. The illumination from the phone screen made her pale face seem less attractive and somewhat unsettling.
"Did you settle the matter?"
She licked her dry, chapped lips and replied, "Yes, Where's my money?"
"There's no rush. Wait till my company crisis is fully resolved; I won't shortchange your payment."
"Good, I'll be waiting. Hurry up."
After sending the message, she deleted it all before letting out a long sigh. She straightened her back and walked away.
Meanwhile, the bathroom door of the Presidential Suite was wide open, with steam billowing out. A tall man followed, striding confidently out of the mist.
The man wore a towel around his waist, his bare upper body on display. His broad shoulders and powerful chest were clearly visible, rendering him extremely attractive.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the man was just about to lift the cover when his hand paused. His sharp gaze focused on the face of the woman partially covered by the blanket.
His forehead creased immediately, discontent spread over his handsome face. Even though the man was agitated, it did not mar his charisma. Rather, it made one want to snuggle into his arms and help him smooth his frowning brow.
The man stood up, flipping off the blanket without a shred of sentimentality. He grabbed the woman's arm, yanking her from the bed, preparing to toss her onto the floor.
Yet, before he could, the woman clung onto him. Like an octopus, she stuck to his body, unconsciously mumbling, "So hot..."
The man's face turned instantly dark, his thin lips pressing into a straight line. The force he used to pull the woman away increased significantly.
Si Xuehan felt that she was scorching hot, as if she was in a furnace. Luckily, she held a block of ice in her arms. She instinctively thought that as long as she held onto this ice tightly, she could survive.
The man struggled for a while, but not only did he fail to remove the woman from his body, but she also clung tighter.
He had no desire to get involved with a woman whose background was unknown and who was obviously drugged. He maintained a cold face, walked to the side of the bed, and picked up the phone to call his subordinates to drag her off. As he was about to make the call, his gaze casually landed on the woman's face.
