Chapter 1: The Most Beautiful Woman in Ning City

Ning City.

Within the opulent, extravagant presidential suite, a slender figure lay sprawled across the vast, soft sofa. Her black cocktail dress had been tugged apart, hanging in tatters, revealing skin as white as creamy jade. Dark, cascading hair spilled over her shoulders, the delicate gleam of her thin collarbones shining like polished stone.

Standing at the bedside, a person gently brushed aside the girl's silky black locks, exposing a dazzlingly beautiful face. Her lips, pink as cherry blossoms, parted slightly. "So hot... It's so hot..."

Hot was just right.

The person at the bedside scoffed coldly, pulled out a phone, and strode toward the door, dialing a number as they walked.

"You must be close by now. She's in room 2608. The drug is about to take effect—just go straight in when you arrive. Afterwards, take some seductive photos for me."

"Don't worry. My little sister is still pure—a rare beauty who stuns all of Ning City. You're really getting a bargain this time."

The suite door closed behind them, and the caller failed to notice the girl on the bed had already opened her thick, curled lashes.

Nan Zhi—dragged into the Nan family after her stepmother married her father, older than Nan Yao by half a year, usually quiet and timid. She never imagined Nan Yao would drug her during her coming-of-age banquet!

Nan Zhi, body weak and trembling, struggled to rise from the bed. An unfamiliar heat burned through her veins. She licked her dry lips and staggered toward the door.

She couldn’t let Nan Yao’s plan succeed.

Nan Zhi hadn’t decided which way to run when the elevator suddenly chimed with a crisp ding.

Her nerves instantly tightened.

It must be the man Nan Yao had arranged.

Nan Zhi fled in the opposite direction.

Clearly, the person exiting the elevator saw her and shouted, "Stop! Don’t run!"

She didn’t know how long she ran before her strength began to fail. Just as her pursuer rounded the corner, Nan Zhi, dizzy and lightheaded, leaned against a door.

The drug was taking hold.

Her legs were so weak she could no longer run.

Was she doomed?

At that moment, Nan Zhi realized the door she was leaning against wasn’t fully closed. With a little pressure, it swung open.

She slipped inside quickly, shut the door, and collapsed onto the carpet.

Her head swam, everything around her spinning wildly. Her cheeks flushed with an unnatural crimson, making her already vivid features even more alluring.

She gasped for breath, the feverish heat inside her almost hollowing her out.

She needed water.

She needed relief.

Nan Zhi, dazed and confused, wandered into the room.

Suddenly, she stumbled, pitching forward, and fell directly onto the unmoving man lying on the bed.

"Mm..."

The room was shrouded in darkness, the curtains drawn tight. Nan Zhi could see nothing.

Her face seemed pressed against something burning hot.

In the dark, the man abruptly opened his piercing, deep-set eyes. His handsome features were hidden in shadow, like a beast lurking in wait. "Who are you?"

Nan Zhi had no idea why a man was here. His voice was low and icy, devoid of warmth, but to her ears it sounded like salvation—

Her instincts told her he possessed what she needed.

She reached for the thing pressing against her face, murmuring in a dazed attempt to soothe him, "Little kitten, be good, don’t move around anymore. Sister is so thirsty, let me find some water first."

Her voice was soft and sweet, her breath hot as it washed over the man, sending a wave of heat surging into his abdomen.

Yet at this moment, he felt utterly powerless.

"Who sent you? Get out..."

He hadn’t finished his sentence before her fragrant, tender lips brushed his nose, her unique scent enveloping him.

The man's muscles tensed instantly.

Nan Zhi, unaware of her actions, straddled the man’s flat abdomen and, driven by instinct, pressed her crimson lips to his own.