Chapter 1 Brought To The Door

• A thin ray of sunlight shone through a gap between the thick window blinds.
• Qi Yushi opened her eyes, only to find that her vision was hazy. Not only did she have a splitting headache which seemed to pound her skull relentlessly, her whole body ached so much that she felt like she had been run over by a car. The first thing that she saw as soon as her vision cleared was the thin ray of sunlight on a luxurious carpet and a dark gold wall.
• What the...Where is this...Am I dreaming...
• Qi Yushi rubbed her temples as she tried to sit up - only to find herself held back down by an arm that was firmly hooked around her waist.
• An arm?
• It was only then did Qi Yushi become aware of the warm body that was tightly pressed to hers - she was momentarily stunned.
• Realising that something must have happened last night, she gently lifted the quilt with trembling hands - sure enough, the blue and purple marks that were etched all over her body confirmed her worst fears.
• Memories from the night before began flooding into her mind...
• Beautiful outfits, people talking, a happening and energetic social gathering.
• Qi Yushi sat at a corner, for she had too much to drink - suddenly, someone offered to take her to a room to rest.
• Even though she had wanted to reject the offer, she was too drained to demonstrate any form of resistance - as such, she let herself be taken by that person to the doorstep of a hotel room. That person then told her that he had something to attend to before excusing himself.
• Left alone at the doorstep, Qi Yushi entered the room, fumbling through the darkness to find the bed - only to realise that there was someone.
• Just them, a pair of large hands snaked around her waist - her head was spinning as she found herself pressed beneath a man, the searing heat from his hands engulfing her.
• Their two bodies entangled in a tight embrace, she felt his scorching heat radiating through the flimsy material of his shirt. The man above seemed to be studying her through the faint glow that peeked into the room from the outside.
• A deep and sonorous voice sounded. “Are you the one who was brought to the door?”
• Malice seemed to drip from the voice - akin to the lethality of a night poppy.
• Before Qi Yushi could comprehend his words, which she could hardly manage given her alcohol clouded state of mind, she felt a pair of hot lips envelop hers.
• Impatient and eager, the same large hand tore off her skirt - the sounds of her fervent protests were entirely contained by his overpowering offensive.
• As the smell of alcohol drifted throughout the air, she gradually descended into the haze.
• Half-consciously and half-unconsciously, the pair proceeded to engage in mindless ** - the moment that he entered her, a scream ripped from her throat as she clawed at his shoulders. “It hurts!”
• That person suddenly halted his movements. “A virgin?”
• She was in so much pain that she could not answer.
• Unbothered by her lack of response, he reached out to move aside a strand of stray hair. “You little thing, you pleasure me.” he hummed lowly.
• Without warning, he thoroughly penetrated her.
• Qi Yushi’s face was flushed so red that it seemed as though blood would come trickling out anytime - she suppressed herself from thinking too much.
• Carefully turning her head, she studied the man - a flawless side profile, focused and intent on his current task; aristocratic-looking lines sculpting his profound features; long and dense eyelashes settled at the tips of his closed eyes; skin so radiant that most women would be put to shame. He was so perfect that she could not detect a single pore on his face even with their closeness.
• Wow, he’s gorgeous.
• Yes, she had seen countless good-looking men throughout her many years in the entertainment industry - and yet, here was a man who was so fine that even Qi Yushi could not help but swallow thickly.
• He’s so much more attractive than most celebrities.
• Just then, her train of thoughts was cut off by a sudden revelation.
• But I don’t know this man!
• How did I end up here ** with this guy?
• Qi Yushi’s face paled at the realisation that she might have been set up by someone.
• She had to leave before the man woke up - otherwise, given her fame, this would surely explode into a scandal sensationalised by entertainment magazines.
• With no time left to spare, Qi Yushi had to act swiftly. She shifted the arm around her waist away and carefully got off the bed - only to feel a stinging pain shoot up and momentarily numb her legs. Had she not grabbed the edge of the bed in time, she would have crumpled to the ground.
• She quickly got dressed in her undergarments and formal attire from the night before. Carelessly arranging her hair, she took one final glance at the man lying on the bed with a conflicted expression before she turned away to dart out of the front door, not looking back at all.
• Cautiously tilting the door of the presidential suite open, Qi Yushi poked her head out to make sure that the coast was clear - once she was certain, she stealthily crept out of the room and made her smooth exit, save for her awkward limping forcing her to clutch at the walls to support her petite figure.
• Little did Qi Yushi know, the man on the bed had opened his eyes, his gaze hawklike and sharp, the exact moment that she had closed the door.
• The bodyguards that had been hiding in the darkness exchanged a look, unsure if they should pursue the woman, before they directed their gaze towards an approaching old man.
• Immersed in his own thoughts, the old man stepped forward to knock on the door of the presidential suite.
• A voice that was cold like ice sounded. “Come in.”
• The old man entered the room. “Young Master.” he greeted respectfully.
• Opening his deep and intense eyes, the man disregarded the greeting as he proceeded to dress himself in a sluggish manner.
• Having been serving his Young Master for more than twenty years, the old man was used to the former’s cold and indifferent personality. “That woman...should we stop her?”
• The man then made a sudden movement, causing the quilt to cascade - bright red specks relished across the canvas of his body.
• Something in his eyes wavered as he recalled the alluring sweetness from the night before.
• It seemed as though his otherwise typically unresponsive body had been triggered into action with just one touch of her skin.
• He did not feel the disgust that he normally felt with most women when he caressed her.
• There was something special about this woman.
• Fully attired, he sat on the sofa, his elegant long legs extended. Like a king scorning the world below the heavens, the cold and indifferent expression did not leave his face as he squinted his eyes - even without uttering a single word, his black pupils commanded enormous authority.
• His prowess was so great that even the old man, who had watched his Young Master grow up, could not help but still feel intimidated.
• “Speak.”
• This lone word seemed to temper the ice.
• Cold beads of sweat began to drip down the old man’s forehead. “It was all my fault, please punish me, Young Master.”
• Instead of responding, the man closed his eyes as though he had not heard the old man’s words - he looked so sluggish that it was as though he had taken a short rest.
• But the old man knew better - this was his Young Master’s display of anger. If the former was willing to question further, there was a chance to salvage the situation - however, if he had nothing to say, it spelt doom.
• The more casual and indifferent he appeared, the more dangerous and frightening he would be.
• Although the old man maintained a calm and collected demeanor, his heart was rife with uneasiness and anxiety. “I should not have given Young Master medicine, nor should I have kept from Young Master that the purpose of returning to China this time was to propose a marriage alliance with the Yin Family. For this, I hope that the Young Master will punish me accordingly.”
• As the old man spoke, he actually felt relieved on the side - at least Young Master had an attraction towards women. Although Madam’s method had been rather harsh, it nonetheless finally resolved the family’s longstanding concerns.
• The Young Master hated interacting with women - this was a secret that the family had never announced.
• It was to the extent that he would immediately recoil even upon physical contact with Madam 0 his own mother.
• No need to even consider regular women.
• It would not be a concern if the Young Master was still young - they could blame his lack of interest on his immaturity and lack of development. However, the Young Master was already 26 years old, and had yet to date a single girl. This led to the family beginning to secretly question their Young Master’s sexuality - it did not help that all of his subordinates and partners at work were men.
• This speculation had even been made known amongst the board of directors - the number of people who had tried to capture evidence of the alleged rumour about the Young Master to tarnish his reputation was uncountable.
• Madam and the Yin Family had desired a marriage alliance between the families - however, worrying that the Young Master was really gay, they had no choice but to call off the idea.
• However, even though the method had been unsuccessful, something good had come out of it.
• “Who was that woman?”
• Letting his mind drift for a bit to what his Young Master had been doing the night before, the old man wore a slightly embarrassed expression as he opened his mouth: “Young Master, that woman was not the woman that I had arranged for you.”
• The man’s eyes suddenly shot open, his black eyes staring intently at the old man.
• “Last night...when that woman came, the bodyguards thought that she was the woman that I had arranged, so they did not stop her...it was only later that they realised that they had made a mistake, but...it was too late…”
• Although the old man did not explicitly state it, his meaning was clear.
• They had already been “getting to work” during that time - how was it possible to switch the women in the middle of the session?
• Nonetheless, what was important was the outcome - as long as there was confirmation that the Young Master was attracted to women, it did not matter what kind of woman the woman was - the fact that she had the opportunity to service the Young Master alone was a blessing. It would not be much of a problem should she come looking for trouble - some money would shut her up.
• Something in the man’s eyes sank.
• Had it not been for that little thing, I would have slept with a woman that the old man had arranged for me?
• This time, the disgust he felt did not come from making physical contact with a woman - it came from the thought about his actions.
• But why did I not hate it when I touched her? Even just think about it - that wonderful, wonderful touch - makes me feel all hot and giddy on the inside.
• “Go and find out all the information there is about that woman.”
• “Yes, Young Master.” the old man replied, before he respectfully excused himself to execute his orders.
• There was a strange colour in the man’s typically expressionless eyes.