As the plane jostled, Jiang Yao straddled over Song Zhixian's thigh.

She lightly bit the man's alluring Adam's apple, rolling up and down.

"Do I hurt you?"

With one hand supporting the woman's full bottom and the other one brushing her hair behind her ear, the face that emerged was both pure and coquettish.

Song Zhixian, usually cold, had a husky voice, "How could I hurt you, if you crave me."

Emotions swirling, Jiang Yao's fingers trailed from the man's chest all the way down, dancing in circles.

"Do you need me to guide you?" There was a hint of provocation in her suggestive tone.

"Miss Jiang," Song Zhixian gripped her wrist firmly, pressing it hard against her, "Then you better not scream later."

Jiang Yao was laid down on the bed.

She tilted her head to look out of the window of the first-class cabin to an endless sky of blue and white.

And with every thrust, the sound of the bed hitting against the wall grew more intense!

It seemed as though Jiang Yao was floating and sinking in a vast ocean, caught in a tumultuous swirl of pleasure and pain. "Faster..."

Song Zhixian watched as her eyes slivered, a wicked grin on his face as he increased the tempo, "Are you satisfied with this speed?"

"That's not what I meant..."

Jiang Yao had just spoken when he forcefully silenced her with his lips.

After what seemed like a long time, Song Zhixian finally pulled away, their passion eventually coming to an end.

At the same time, the plane had landed.

An announcement echoed from the overhead speakers, "Attention all passengers, we have arrived in Jiang City."

Jiang Yao's straps hung around her waist, her black dress indiscreetly torn by the man. There were bright red marks all over her body, which were the residues of his passionate kisses.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with her light panting.

The gorgeous sight was unhindered.

Song Zhixian looked at her profoundly, "Once more?"

Jiang Yao took a moment to collect herself and took a deep breath.

She quickly pulled her straps back up and said in a cold and indifferent tone, "Mr. Song, let's consider it as a moment of passion between two adults and not dwell on it."

"Just a fling?" Song Zhixian toyed with a string of Buddha beads on his wrist.

This woman's mood changes were quite rapid.

Jiang Yao was decisive and calm: "Just a fling."

She quickly combed her hair and fixed her clothes, appearing calm and nothing like the woman who had just been moaning delicately on the bed just a moment ago.

"Stop."

Song Zhixian's shirt buttons were all scattered, and there was a bite mark on his neck, seeping a bit of blood.

His gaze suddenly became cool, "If you don't want to expose yourself, put this on."

Jiang Yao remembered that her slip dress was torn to bits.

"Thank you."

Jiang Yao got off the plane quickly, her steps were quite unstable.

It was her first time, plus Song Zhixian was turning over and over in bed, and the onslaught was fierce.

Walking, there was still a dull pain down there.

The colleague, Qiao Qianqian called, "Yao Yao, have you got off the plane? We can't find you!"

Upon hearing her affected voice, Jiang Yao felt nauseous: "I am leaving."

"Well then, rest well, you must be tired from working on the project these past few days!"

Jiang Yao hung up directly.

She gripped the phone tightly until her knuckles turned white.

Qiao Qianqian was setting her up.

While she was sleeping, Qiao Qianqian secretly slipped something into her juice.

Then, she was about to be handed over to the old geezer in the first-class cabin.

However, at the critical moment, Jiang Yao barged into Song Zhixian's VIP room!

Hence, a scene of passion just occurred.

At the last moment, she thought, if she had to satisfy her desires, why not choose a man with top-tier looks and body? That way, she wouldn't be at a loss!

On the messy bed lay a dash of bright red.

Song Zhixian stared for a moment, his expression as dark as the ink tide.

This woman slept with him, but claimed it was just for fun...

Interesting.

Once he got off the plane,

his good friend Zhou Wenjing grabbed his luggage with one hand, "President Song, the plane was on time. How come you're late? Everyone's waiting for you in the private room…"

Zhou Wenjing suddenly noticed the conspicuous teeth mark on Song Zhixian's neck.

"Hold on, Song Zhixian, did you hook up on the plane?"

Song Zhixian's expression remained impassive, "Is there a problem?"

"Damn! Who was it? Someone finally managed to seduce you, this Buddha! Over the years, apart from Su Pin, I haven't seen any other woman getting close to you."

Song Zhixian's face turned cold.

Zhou Wenjing immediately covered his mouth, knowing that he had misspoken, "If you are interested in that girl, should I dig up some information for you?"

Song Zhixian barely parted his lips, uttering two indifferent words: "Jiang Yao."

"Jiang Yao, I remember her!"

An image of a refined, aloof face appeared in Zhou Wenjing's mind.

He once saw her at a banquet. That woman was like a cat: indifferent but lazy, unforgettable at first sight.

She's quite the beauty.

"My friend, you are indeed favored by fortune. Such a beauty drawn to you..." Zhou Wenjing's words abruptly stopped, "Wait, she already has a boyfriend, named Qi Su—a deputy manager in ZhengDuo Group? They are getting married next month. Song Zhixian, you're quite something!"

Song Zhixian's face instantly turned icy cold.

He had slept with a woman who was about to get married?

Zhou Wenjing pat his shoulder, "As expected of my brother! Always live for the thrill!"

When Jiang Yao got home, she thoroughly washed from top to bottom.

Song Zhixian appears aloof, yet was like a dog, nibbled on every part of her body.

He was a household name in Jiang City.

The CEO of Lan Shi Group, known as the Chilly Buddha.

He always wears a string of Buddhist beads around his wrist, exudes abstinence and coldness, and is the dream man of countless young girls.

In the world of business, nothing is sacred or spared.

Jiang Yao had crossed paths with him several times.

Their encounters were always during intricate evenings of banquets, where he stood aloof and unapproachable like a deity.

Who would have guessed that such a cold and distant figure could be so wild and fervent in private?

Yet, she had found herself tangled with such a character.

Jiang Yao reminded herself to forget what should be forgotten.

Her cell phone rang, but she hung up with an air of irritation.

The phone continued to blink relentlessly.

A gentle male voice echoed, "Yao Yao, why didn't you tell me when you were coming back today? No matter how busy I am, I would still come to the airport to pick you up personally."

"I don’t indulge in the habit of having ex-boyfriends pick me up."

"Yao Yao, are you still angry? I've said so many times, it was just a misunderstanding! I only see Qiao Qianqian as a younger sister, there's nothing between us!"

Jiang Yao scoffed, "You think I'm blind, Qi Su? When Qiao Qianqian was between your legs that day, don't tell me she was just using her face to swat mosquitoes on your crotch."

Qiao Qianqian was the most disgusting woman she had encountered in her twenty-plus years.

Back in university, Qianqian had put on a sister-like act while actually being involved with her then-fiancé.

This time on the business trip, Jiang Yao had vigorously negotiated with Wan Yao Corporation for three days, and finally secured the project. With hopes of being promoted to department manager upon her return.

Meanwhile, Joe Ching tried to undermine her, intending for her reputation to crumble, by making her sleep with an unsightly old man.

For a moment, Qi Su was at a loss for words, "That all becomes a matter of perspective!"

"Enough of this needless talk, we've already broken up. You don't need to play these tricks with me, they only sicken me!"

As Jiang Yao hung up the call, the person on the other end shouted, "Jiang Yao! I'll give you my project. Tomorrow, accompany me to my father's birthday banquet. I promise to cancel the arrangement!"

In the world of adults, interests always comes first.

After a pause.

Jiang Yao heard herself say an eventual "okay".

Unable to sever, yet still chaotic.

After a few days of turmoil, she felt extremely exhausted.

Just as she was about to turn over and sleep, her phone screen suddenly lit up.

It was a brazen text from an unknown number.

"Miss Jiang, you left your black silk stockings here."