City A, in the presidential suite on the top floor of the Imperial Group's five-star hotel.

The cozy orange lights cast a somewhat ambiguous glow on the room.

You couldn't tell whether it was the waiter who got the candle wrong, or if it was intended as such.

Supposedly a newlywed room, yet a pair of white candles were lit.

A repressed stuffiness lingered in the room, making one doubt the season it was.

It should still be quite chilly in the early spring night, could it be the overly high temperature of the air conditioner?

A young woman was sitting on the pure white sofa in the extravagant and luxurious room.

However, her cosmetics were applied somewhat exaggeratedly, the heavy makeup concealed her natural skin tone.

She felt hot at this moment, her face under the make-up was burning, her breathing gradually quickening.

Her face was getting hotter, dry heat kept bubbling up from within her body, accompanied by bouts of emptiness, making her feel thirsty.

She lifted the kettle on the coffee table in front of her, poured herself another cup of water, and drank it all again. This was already the third time she was drinking from this pot.

However, the dry heat on her body didn’t decrease, but instead, it was getting hotter.

What on earth was going on?

Could it be that even the air conditioner in this five-star hotel was broken?

With the increase in her body's heat, the woman's mood was getting increasingly irritated.

She nervously checked under her pillow for the dagger she'd hidden there—

It was still there, allowing her to relax and sit back down on the sofa.

Just then, the door was suddenly and rudely pushed open with a loud "bang".

She jumped, her hands subconsciously clenching into fists.

Was it him?

The president of Yu Corporation, rumored to be the intimidating Dragon Gate Lord in the underworld, a man referred to as Master Yu.

Her delicate fingers gripped tightly together, her heart pounding anxiously.

A devilishly cold voice came from the next room—

"Enjoy yourself!"

The young woman's mind went blank. What did he mean by that?

"Yes, Master Yu!"

Two replies, uneven in tone, yet filled with both excitement and fear.

Much to the young woman's dread, this was their "new home", why had he brought others?

What on earth did he mean...

The young woman had no time to react as the person from the other room walked in just as she was about to lift her head to see who it was.

Suddenly, an overpowering stench hit her in the face—

She hadn't had time to react before she was toppled over onto the couch.

Then, two hands held down her struggling hands, one hand restrained her kicking legs, and another hand roughly undid her clothing.

The young woman was terrified, finally understanding what was going on. Her face, which was as pale as a wall, was now flushed with anger.

A wave of humiliation she had never experienced before overwhelmed her—

From where she gathered the strength, she didn't know, but she fiercely shoved the man off her and quickly got up from the couch, staggering a few steps, close to falling over.

Upon hearing the noise, Nangong Yu knitted his brows and couldn't resist his curiosity, so he walked in—

And saw a face right before his eyes, ghostly pale with makeup.

Narrowing his eyes menacingly, he dangerously approached her—

Suddenly, his hands clung onto her slender chin, words gritted out between his teeth, "Who are you? How did you get into this room?"

The young woman's face was as expressionless as a ghost due to the pain from his grip.

Her dark eyes, however, were still as clear as a mirror, with no sign of fear in her brows, she merely retorted calmly, "Your Excellency, you're hurting me."