Nighttime.
The rain poured down relentlessly, drumming against the windowpane with a rhythmic patter, leaving streaks of water trailing down the glass.
Inside the VIP suite, the lighting was dim and sultry, casting a seductive glow over the room.
Qiao Muxi pushed Mu Jingshi against the wall, her slender, pale arms encircling his neck. Her eyes were hazy, filled with a desperate longing as she gazed up at him.
"I'm so hot... I can't take it anymore! Please, won't you help me?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with need.
Mu Jingshi looked down at the woman in his arms, his amber eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. His long fingers gently grasped her chin, his voice low and husky as he asked, "Do you even know who I am? How dare you throw yourself at me like this?"
In the dim light, Qiao Muxi's delicate face was flushed a soft pink, her skin appearing even more tender and alluring. Her petite nose and luscious, crimson lips were irresistible, and her dazed eyes seemed to pull him in like a magnet.
Mu Jingshi felt his throat tighten, an involuntary attraction taking hold of him. For years, he had lived a life of restraint and discipline, but now, for the first time, he felt a primal, physical desire for a woman. What surprised him most was that he didn’t resist her closeness.
Qiao Muxi, completely under the influence of the drug, had lost all sense of reason. When he didn’t respond immediately, she grew frantic, her hands fumbling as she tugged at his clothes.
"I can’t stand it... it’s unbearable..." she whimpered, her voice filled with desperation.
Mu Jingshi grabbed her restless hands, his brow furrowing deeper. His voice was rough, almost a growl, as he asked, "Are you sure you want me to help you?"
"Please..." she begged, her voice breaking.
Before the words could fully leave her lips, Qiao Muxi stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his in a bold, unexpected kiss.
The sensation sent a jolt through Mu Jingxuan's entire being. Her subtle, intoxicating fragrance enveloped him, shattering the last remnants of his restraint.
"You better not regret this," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Closing his eyes, Mu Jingxuan's fingers tangled in her silky hair, coming to rest at the nape of her neck, holding her gently but firmly. In an instant, he took control, deepening the kiss. Their warm breaths mingled, lips and tongues dancing in a rhythm that heightened the palpable tension between them.
His strong hands slid down to her slender waist, guiding her step by step toward an unspoken, intimate destination.
The next moment, they tumbled together onto the plush expanse of the bed.
Clothes lay scattered across the floor, the air thick with desire. Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, blurring the world beyond the window.
Inside the room, passion reigned supreme.
...
The next morning.
The storm had passed, and the sun broke through the clouds, casting its bright rays into the room.
Qiao Muxi furrowed her brows, instinctively raising her sore arm to shield her eyes from the harsh light. As her vision adjusted, she slowly opened her eyes.
Taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, a sinking feeling settled in her chest.
Gradually, she regained consciousness and began to piece together the events of the previous night.
Last night...
Qiao Muxi quietly lifted the blanket and took a peek, her eyes widening in shock.
"!!!"
The realization jolted her awake, and she sat up abruptly, the sudden movement pulling at the soreness in her lower back.
"Ouch—"
She winced, inhaling sharply, and had no choice but to support her aching back with her hand.
She recalled coming to the Imperial Hotel last night to discuss a business deal with Zhao Chuanyu, the vice president of Changming Group. After just a couple of sips of wine, she sensed something was off, and Zhao Chuanyu revealed his disgusting true colors.
As he closed in on her, she grabbed a wine bottle from the table and smashed it against his head, seizing the chance to escape the private room.
And then...
"Awake?"
A deep, magnetic male voice suddenly broke through her thoughts.
Qiao Muxi's head snapped up as she turned toward the sound.
Her eyes met a strikingly handsome face with sharp, chiseled features. His deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to pierce through her soul, and the natural coldness and distance in his expression made it hard for anyone to approach him.
His nose was as straight and elegant as a finely sculpted statue, his thin lips pressed together in a line that exuded authority without the need for anger. The meticulously tailored dark blue suit he wore accentuated his impeccable physique, and every movement he made radiated the charisma of a mature man.
Qiao Muxi stared at the man before her, utterly stunned.
How could it be him?
Mu Jingshi!
The infamous Fourth Master Mu!
She had actually spent the night with Fourth Master Mu. Was this really not a dream?
As the head of the Mu family in Nancheng and the CEO of Chuanji Group, Mu Jingshi had long since become a legend in the business world. This man, who stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, was renowned for his ruthless tactics and was secretly referred to as the "Grim Reaper of the Business World." Rumors had it that he was merciless and showed no compassion. Anyone who crossed him would inevitably meet a tragic end.
This was a disaster!
Of all people, why did it have to be him?
How was she going to handle this?
"What are you spacing out for?" His icy voice cut through her chaotic thoughts.
Mu Jingshi's tone was frigid, devoid of any warmth.
Qiao Muxi quickly lowered her head, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around her, cocooning herself in its warmth.
Mu Jingxi adjusted his tie with precision, his icy gaze sweeping over her, lingering on the exposed collarbone that peeked out from the blanket. The faint, telltale red marks whispered of the night's unrestrained passion.
His voice was low and frosty, cutting through the silence like a winter breeze. "Get dressed. We need to talk."
With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving her alone with the weight of his words hanging in the air.