Oh No! I Mistook the Chaste Big Boss for a Male Model and Slept with Him

A little tipsy at an awards banquet, Wen Yining walks into the wrong suite and mistakes a cool, distinguished young heir who has been set up and pressured to marry for a male escort. After one wild night, she flees with aching hips and weak legs, leaving a hundred yuan bill and a lipstick note on the bedside table: "Poor stamina. One star."

Two months later, she starts work at Yun City’s top bespoke atelier, Heron Hall, and becomes the personal secretary to its director, Pei Zhi. Every day, she nervously plays the part of a sweet, innocent girl, afraid her boss will recognize her. But the restrained, celibate Mr. Pei closes in on her at every turn.

"Secretary Wen, where's the silver bell you always wear around your wrist?" "Secretary Wen, that little red mole on your lower back is quite alluring."

Then, on a stormy night, she is trapped between a broad office desk and the man's burning chest. Pei Zhi slowly pulls the crumpled hundred-yuan bill from his wallet, kept close to his body, desire surging in his eyes. "A hundred yuan to buy a night with me? Tonight, you'll find out for yourself whether I'm up to the task."