A drunken mistake led Xie Qingyuan to sleep with the “top male model” her best friend had arranged for her.
When she woke at dawn, she saw the mess strewn across the floor and the scratches on the man’s back.
She pulled 20,000 yuan from her bag, left a note, and walked away without a care:
[You’ve got stamina, but your skills are average. Here’s a little something for your trouble. No need to thank me.]
The next day, her company was acquired.
Standing in the headquarters lobby, Xie Qingyuan looked up and nearly keeled over!
Oh no, wasn’t this the “male model” she’d dismissed with 20,000 yuan?
How did the male model become the CEO?!
Was the whole world going crazy?!
Trembling with fear, Xie Qingyuan wondered if she could still make a run for it.
Her best friend landed an endorsement deal for the entire Pei Cosmetics line, and he mistook her for the woman from that night.
The lie kept growing until he cornered Xie Qingyuan in a private room at a club.
Xie Qingyuan: I’m done for. Totally screwed.
Pei Lüchen, heir to the Pei Group, one of the capital’s elite families.
Widely regarded as a cold-blooded workaholic who kept women at arm’s length.
For twenty-eight years, he had been cool and self-possessed, until one drunken night when a woman mistook him for a nightclub male model and slept with him.
The next morning, the space beside him was empty.
Pei Lüchen stared at the note for a full thirty seconds. His dark eyes grew somber, then he let out a quiet laugh.
Hah. 20,000 yuan.
For the first time in his life, someone had tried to buy him off.
He swore he’d find that woman.
His friend Zhao Mingxuan came over with a glass of wine. “Brother Pei, how are you planning to get back at her?”
Pei Lüchen stroked the note, a dangerous curve forming on his thin lips.
“I’ll make her fall for me, then dump her.”
Zhao Mingxuan gave him a thumbs-up. “No one does ruthless like you, Brother Pei.”
Keeping her trapped by my side for the rest of her life: that’ll be the greatest revenge of all!
