Atop the first-class cabin bed of an airplane, Song Wan straddles Huo Ting Shen.

She lightly grazes the man's sensual adam's apple: "I want you!"

Huo Ting Shen, with one hand supporting her waist and the other brushing away the long hair scattered across her face, is able to gaze upon the delicate countenance both innocent and bewitching.

His usually cold voice is now deep and husky. "What do you want me to do?"

Song Wan, with a seductive glow in her eyes, reaches out and runs her fingers downward starting from his chest, the lightest tap.

"You obviously know what I mean. " Her lips curl up into a teasing smirk.

"Miss Song." His hand catches her wandering grip, his gaze darkened. "Don't beg for mercy later."

Song Wan is then pinned down onto the bed by him.

Looking sideways.

Beyond the elumin ator is the eternal blue sky, adorned by wispy white clouds.

The intense rhythms have the entire bed trembling, increasingly violent.

Song Wan flowed and ebbed within the waves. Pleasure interwoven with distress: "Don't do this..."

Huo Ting Shen watches the blush of her eyes, deliberately picking up the pace: "Is this better?"

"I didn't mean that..."

But before she could finish her sentence, he seals her words with his lips.

After a long entanglement, Huo Ting Shen finally let go, coinciding with the beginning of the plane's descent.

The announcement resonated: "Dear passengers, we have arrived at Jiangdu City."

The black strapless dress on Song Wan was disheveled, and her skin was covered with the marks he had left.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breath still irregular.

The charming views were presented in their entirety.

Deep in Huo Ting Shen's eyes, he questioned, "Continue?"

Song Wan leveled her breath. Her tone was indifferent and distant, "Mr. Huo, we have reached our destination. There's no need to carry on."

"You mean it was a game?" Huo Ting Shen rubbed the Buddha bead bracelet on his wrist.

This woman switched faces too quickly.

Song Wan calmly replied, "Yes, it was just a game." Song Wan tidied up her appearance efficiently, showing no signs of her previous panting and moaning in bed a moment ago.

"Wait." Huo Ting Shen opened his mouth. His shirt was unbuttoned in a messy manner, which, against his neck, a glaring, bloodied bite mark stood out.

His gaze turned suddenly cold: "You don't want to flash people, cover it with this."

Song Wan looked down at her torn strapless dress and received it helplessly.

"Thank you."

When Song Wan hastily got off the plane, she was unsteady. After all, it was her first time and with Huo Ting Shen being so brutal, walking was now slightly painful.

Her cell phone rang, followed by her colleague Qian Lifang's voice: "Wanwan, where are you? We can't find you!"

Hearing this pretentious voice, Song Wan felt a roll in her stomach, "I left early."

"Well, you take a good rest then. We've been pretty busy with this project!"

Song Wan hung up promptly, her knuckles whitening in frustration.

It was all part of Qian Lifang’s scheme, drugging her juice while she was sleeping, trying to push her toward the lecherous old man in first class.

Fortunately, she managed to escape into Huo Tingshen's VIP room.

It led to the passionate encounter moments ago.

She thought, since I can't avoid it, why not take advantage of a man who is top-notch in terms of looks and physique.

Huo Tingshen stared at a smudge of red on the bed sheet, his eyes deepening.

This woman took him, yet claimed it was purely for fun...interesting.

Just as he disembarked from the plane, his good friend Lin Sinian took his suitcase: "President Huo, your flight wasn't late. Why did you linger? We've been waiting for you for half a day..."

He suddenly noticed a prominent bite mark on Huo Tingshen’s neck, exclaiming: "Holy cow, did you get busy on the plane...?"

Huo Tingshen responded indifferently: "Is there a problem?"

"Who could've seduced you? All these years, aside from Su Pin, no other woman has come close to you." Huo Tingshen's face darkened instantly.

Realizing his blunder, Lin Sinian hastily tried to smooth things over: "If you're interested in that girl, I can help you find out more about her."

Huo Ting Shen softly pursed his lips, uttering two chilling words in a cold tone, "Song Wan."

"Oh! Song Wan! I remember her!"

Lin Si Nian immediately pictured her impressively captivating face in his mind.

He had once seen her at a banquet. Her unique aura, akin to a dignified Persian cat, was both elegant and aloof, leaving a lasting impression after only one glance.

She is undoubtedly a top beauty.

"Bro, you are quite lucky. Such a beautiful woman actually ended up with you…" Lin Si Nian's words suddenly trailed off, "Wait, doesn't she have a boyfriend? His name is Gong Yan, the deputy manager at Zheng Duo Group. I heard they are getting married next month. Old Huo, you are really bold!"

Huo Ting Shen's face turned colder than ice in an instant.

He had been involved with a woman that was about to get married?

Lin Si Nian patted his shoulder, "You do not disappoint, brother! You always know how to spice up the game!"

When Song Wan returned home, she immediately rushed into the bathroom to thoroughly cleanse herself.

Huo Ting Shen, who appeared cool and restrained on the surface, was a completely ravenous wolf in private, leaving traces all over her.

As a prominent figure in the business world of Jiang City and the president of Lan Shi Group, he was known as the "Cold-Blooded Buddha".

Wearing a string of Buddhist beads around his wrist all the time, he carried an aloof decorum that says 'keep your distance', charming countless women unawares.

Even more so in the business field, he was renowned for his ruthless efficiency, making decisions as swiftly as thunder.

Song Wan had seen him at various banquets several times before.

Every time I see him, he carries himself with an air of superiority, as if a deity has graced the earthly realm.

Who would have thought this seemingly stoic monk-like figure could be so passionate behind closed doors.

I found myself entangled with such a man.

Song Wan silently reminded herself to let go when it was time.

Suddenly, her phone rang, annoyingly she hung up.

But the phone kept on ringing.

A gentle male voice came through: "Wanwan, why didn't you tell me you were coming back today? No matter how busy I am, I would have dropped everything to pick you up from the airport."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in having my ex-boyfriend pick me up. Can you give me a break? I'm so annoyed! What do you mean you only see me as a little sister? Given how Qian Lifang was acting in front of you the other day, who would believe it?" Song Wan was fuming.

Gong Yan desperately explained: "Wanwan, listen to me, it was a misunderstanding. I swear to god, there's nothing going on between Qian Lifang and I!"

"Enough!" Song Wan coldly sneered, "I saw with my own eyes her grinding on you. That act was just so disgusting."

Whenever Qian Lifang was mentioned, Song Wan became angry. This woman was the most deceitful ingrate she had ever known. She used to act all friendly in college only to sneak behind her back and get involved with her fiancé.

This time, she had finally landed a major project with Wanyao Group while on a business trip and was on the brink of promotion. But then, Qian Lifang had reappeared and nearly sabotaged her with that lecherous old man.

"It was all a matter of perspective..." Gong Yan tried to argue.

"Enough!" Song Wan cut him off, "We've been over for a long time. Don't bother me anymore. Even seeing you makes me want to vomit!"

Just as Song Wan was about to hang up, Gong Yan quickly shouted, "Wait! I'll hand over the project to you! Accompany me to my father's birthday banquet tomorrow, and our engagement can be canceled!"

With profit as the top priority, Song Wan fell silent.

After a good while, she managed to respond "yes."

This mess was just like an entangled rope - impossible to clear or untangle.

After being worn out by so many days of hassle, Song Wan was totally exhausted. Just when she was about to go to sleep, her mobile phone lit up again.

This time it was a mysterious text message, the content of which was blush-inducing: "Miss Song, your black stockings are still here with me."