Xu Qinghuan woke in the early hours of the morning. The man beside her was still fast asleep, his strong arm wrapped securely around her. His steady breath tickled the nape of her neck. A dull ache spread through her legs, and as the last vestiges of drunkenness evaporated, clarity returned with a crushing weight. *What had she done?* ...She’d slept with her boss. A sharp intake of breath, and Xu Qinghuan froze. Ever so carefully, she slipped out of his embrace. Scrambling from the bed, she threw on her clothes, grabbed her luggage, and fled room 1501 as if her life depended on it, rushing to the front desk to book another room. It was only when she pulled out her phone to pay that she made the horrifying discovery. She hadn't asked Fu Jiajia for her contact info at all. The WeChat profile she’d been sent belonged to Fu Yanshi. It all came rushing back: the middle school reunion a few years ago, the class monitor creating a WeChat group for everyone. She remembered it clearly now—Fu Yanshi had been the one to send her the friend request. After she'd accepted, he'd never sent a single message, and she had simply saved his contact under a different name and forgotten about it. And now it had led to this. She sat in her new room, forcing herself to calm down. After a few deep breaths, she took out her phone. First, she left the middle school alumni group chat. Then, she changed her WeChat name from Qinghuan to Lily and swapped her profile picture for a generic photo of a girl she found online. *There. Now he won't know who I am.* Deleting him would be too obvious, and besides, the company had booked room 1501 under a corporate account. It would be untraceable. With her digital tracks covered, she finally pulled the covers over herself and drifted off to sleep. Her alarm blared at the crack of dawn the next morning. Today, Xu Qinghuan was scheduled to accompany her manager to Hanyang Company to discuss the need for additional funding. The net asset value of their exchangeable bond project had fallen below the stop-loss line. The other party was demanding a margin call, threatening to liquidate the securities if they didn't comply. The situation was critical, which was the only reason the investment department had been granted the privilege of accompanying the president on his private jet to Wulin City for this business trip. After getting ready, she grabbed her files and hurried down to the hotel lobby to meet the team. Fu Jiajia came down a few moments later, muttering under her breath, "Mr. Chen swore up and down that our company, Shengshi, wasn't the one responsible for the margin call. But I went to the trust company and pulled the contract myself—the copy clearly has his name on it!" "Quiet, Mr. Chen is on his way down. Don't let him hear you," Xu Qinghuan said, pulling Fu Jiajia aside. Before she could say more, she caught a movement from the corner of her eye. A tall figure, surrounded by an entourage, was emerging from the elevator. It was Fu Yanshi. He had traded last night's bathrobe for a flawlessly tailored black suit. His strong brows were slightly furrowed, and his thin lips were pressed into a firm line as he listened to a secretary's report, not sparing a single glance in their direction. Fu Yanshi's cold demeanor was legendary in the business world. His handsome, sharp-featured face was always a mask of indifference. Noble, aloof, and a man of few words, his intimidating presence alone seemed to drop the temperature of any room he entered. Xu Qinghuan tried her best to reconcile this man with the one who had gently kissed away her tears last night, but the two images wouldn't connect. It must have been a hallucination. "God, our President Fu is so handsome. I'd die happy if I could spend just one night with him!" Fu Jiajia sighed, oblivious to Xu Qinghuan’s stiffness. "We both have the last name Fu, so how can there be such a huge difference in looks? Hey, Qinghuan, what are you spacing out for?" Fu Jiajia nudged her arm, and Xu Qinghuan snapped back to reality, taking a subtle step back to put more distance between herself and Fu Yanshi. But just as his group neared the exit, they stopped, not far from where the two women were standing. He lowered his gaze, his eyelids lifting just slightly. Then, in a low voice, he instructed his secretary, "Find out who was staying in room 1501 last night." The moment Xu Qinghuan heard that room number, her legs turned to lead. Her mind went completely blank. All she could hear was Fu Jiajia’s excited, oblivious voice chiming in— "1501? President Fu, that was Xu Qinghuan! She was in 1501 last night!"