Night, in the boundless ocean, a luxurious cruise ship breaks through the waves, sailing on the sea surface.

The "Valen", the world's most top-level cruise ship with almost all the entertainment facilities on land, allows guests to enjoy themselves as if they were on the ground.

For Su XinQiao, however, tonight was absolutely awful!

She even suspected if her dad had gone insane trying to save money, buying a frankly twisted almanac from some shady vendor, that he could pick a day that was supposedly auspicious for a new beginning to encounter the greatest trouble of her life.

In the top-level luxurious suite, her back was tightly against the wall.

In front of her, there was a tall man with a handsome face beyond the legal limit.

The man had a neatly trimmed short haircut, sharp brows, and extremely deep eyes. His stern black pupils, which made people dare not stare at, beneath his straight nose came thin lips that gave the slightest hint of ruthless demeanor.

His large hand gripped her two hands, pressing them over her head.

Unable to break free, she had no choice but to yield, smiled sweetly and gently asked, "Um... President Yin, isn't our current posture... somewhat improper? After all, you're a high-ranking person, while I'm just a petty thief from the riff-raff. If someone were to see us like this..."

"Shut up." The man's voice was deep and sounded like a cello, dignified and elegant.

Hearing the coldness in the man's tone, Su XinQiao closed her mouth without humor.

Speaking of… she did feel a bit unlucky. There were so many rooms on this ship, and she chose to escape to this corridor only to end up in this suite.

Thinking that no one was in the room, she fearlessly changed out of her restrictive outfit into a sleep dress, posed as a guest, and used her brilliant acting skills to deceive the incoming security guards. However, just as the security guard was about to leave, he glanced at the room number and began to suspect her!

He even asked her what her relationship was with Mr. Yin, the guest in the room?!

What kind of relationship, at that moment she didn’t even know whether this Mr. Yin was old or young, round or flat, how could there be any relationship?

Considering that some rich people, despite being married, might have a so-called "fiancée" waiting to be made official on the side, it wasn't too outlandish.

She casually claimed this relationship, but to her surprise, it only heightened the security guard's suspicion and he demanded to check her room key!

Just as she was certain she was doomed, thinking about how her dad would be losing his support, this man appeared out of nowhere, even accepting the title of "fiancé" to help her out of her predicament.

However, when she saw Mr. Yin's true face, her heart dropped.

She didn’t know which would be worse, getting caught by the security guard or having to interact with this Mr. Yin here.

The man, having scanned her, released her wrist.

Indeed she looked very similar. Just by this face, one could easily mistake her for another.

He made his judgment, before casually turning around and slowly moving towards the grand European-style sofa.

Once released from his grip, Su Xin Qiao's eyes narrowed into slits. Ignoring her wrist that was turning red from his grip, she raised her hand and aimed at his neck!

The jewel in the exhibition hall was already in her possession. To avoid overnight complications, she needs to meet her father as quickly as possible.

"There's no guarantee of success..." His tone was even-paced, as stable as a mountain: "You'd better not act rashly."

His words carried a certain potent intimidation; Su Xin Qiao's mid-air strike hesitated.

The man calmly sat down on the sofa, his hawk-like piercing gaze unwavering on her; he moved his thin lips: "After all, I never allow anyone who dares to lay a finger on me to continue living safely; you won't be lucky a second time."

Just by sitting there, this man exuded an overriding pressure that was suffocating.

She can't afford a direct confrontation.

She quickly withdrew her hand, smoothed her slightly curled long hair, and smiled harmlessly at him, "President Yin, you are a generous man. You just helped me. How could I be so ignorant? I merely wished to offer flowers that I have not picked to the Buddha — to toast you with a simple drink."

She walked over to the liquor cabinet against the wall. As she opened the cabinet door, rows and rows of valuable wines that were so expensive to make one smacked their tongue nearly blinded her.

Such a shame. All of these were collection-level wines. Any one of them would be priceless on the market, and yet they were so casually placed here for people to drink!

Choosing any bottle would make Su Xinqiao feel a little heartache, much like tearing a banknote. Fortunately, she quickly found a bottle that had already been opened.

No need to waste a new bottle, so naturally, she chose this one.

She picked up a glass and poured the wine, subtly twisting off the ornament on her ring. A white powder sprinkled quietly into one of the glasses.

The powder dissolved upon contact with the water, quickly disappearing into the red wine.

Su Xinqiao turned around, walked up to the man with the glasses, and handed the drugged glass to him, "President Yin, this drink is a toast to you."

The man did not immediately take it, those sullen eyes swept over her face, and the corner of his mouth hooked slightly, "Toast me?"