I Slept with My Sister's Best Friend, and She's a Gorgeous CEO

On graduation night, I was set up.

In the darkness, I slept with a woman whose identity I didn't know. When I woke up the next day, she was gone. There was blood on the sheets, and a black card and a line of text on the bedside table: “Last night was your coming-of-age gift. This is where it ends.”

Fine. I didn't even know what she looked like.

Until I started working at Imperial Tech and opened the door to the CEO's office.

That stunning, ice-cold face lifted toward me.

“You're the new intern?”

Damn. It's her.

My sister's college best friend. The CEO of a hundred-billion-yuan company. Gu Qingyi.

She coldly laid down three rules: First, forget that night. Second, pretend we don't know each other at work. Third, get lost as soon as your internship ends.

I slapped the black card back onto her desk. “Ms. Gu, if you want to enforce the third rule, you'll have to do it yourself.”

She thought I was just an intern who'd gotten the job through my sister.

She had no idea that I was the one who wrote the core algorithm her company was now struggling to keep alive, two years ago.

From the hotel to the office, with only a desk between us, the forbidden tension was just beginning.

“An illicit love can only burn in the dark.”