Tianhai City.
Hillside Hotel.
Qin Wen stretched and reached for the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. The woman from last night had already left.
"Ahh, that was satisfying," he muttered, a smug grin spreading across his face as he recalled the night's events.
It had only been a week since he was hit by a car and inexplicably found himself in this world, inhabiting the body of a villainous young master. To make things even more absurd, he had also awakened a "Destiny Villain System."
His family background was nothing short of terrifying. His grandfather held a powerful position in the government, and his father was the controlling shareholder of the Qin Group—a behemoth ranked among the world's top two corporations, with assets worth trillions.
As the only heir to the Qin family, Qin Wen found himself thrust into a life of obscene wealth, power, and endless indulgence.
Walking into the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror.
"Damn, I'm handsome," he chuckled, running his hand over his chiseled jawline.
The man staring back at him had a tall, muscular frame with perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs, sharp features, and dark, smoldering eyes that radiated an untamed, dangerous allure. His bronze skin only added to the striking image, like a Greek statue brought to life.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open.
"What the—?!" Qin Wen quickly grabbed a towel, draping it over his bare chest.
When he realized who it was, he let out a sigh of relief.
Standing in the doorway was a breathtaking woman with an air of cold elegance. Her sharp, delicate features framed a flawless oval face, and her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a sleek, professional outfit with black stockings that perfectly complemented her icy, unapproachable aura.
This was Xia Yu—his personal bodyguard and secretary.
The frosty edge in Xia Yu's eyes softened slightly when she saw him.
"Young Master Qin," she said, her voice low and magnetic. "The woman from last night has already left."
"Got it," Qin Wen replied casually, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her refined, captivating figure.
Over the past week, Qin Wen had fully embraced his new identity as a rich young master, indulging in every luxury and temptation life had to offer.
Yet, Xia Yu couldn't help but notice how different he seemed.
"Why has Young Master Qin changed so much lately?" she wondered silently. In her eyes, the old Qin Wen was a cold, business-focused man, not one to waste time on fleeting pleasures or flirtations.
Smirking, Qin Wen leaned in a bit closer. "What? You're not leaving? Or maybe you want a closer look at your young master's perfect body?"
Xia Yu's cheeks flushed a faint pink, and she quickly averted her gaze, muttering a hurried, "Excuse me," before stepping out of the bathroom.
Qin Wen chuckled to himself as he watched her retreat. "What a little ice queen. Not cute at all."
After a quick shower and getting dressed, Qin Wen slipped into the back seat of his limited-edition Rolls-Royce.
Xia Yu sat beside him, already tapping away on her laptop, her focus unbroken as she adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. The elegant frames added a touch of sophistication to her already striking appearance.
"Let's head to the Qin Group," Qin Wen ordered, closing his eyes as the car pulled away.
A few minutes later, Qin Wen felt a sudden warmth around his hand. Opening his eyes, he realized that his arm had somehow ended up around Xia Yu's slender waist.
Xia Yu's face turned a bright shade of red, her usually composed expression breaking for a brief moment.
Amused, Qin Wen leaned in and whispered, "You know, Xia Yu, I never noticed just how beautiful you are."
Xia Yu stiffened, her heart pounding. She had never seen this side of him before. The Qin Wen she knew was distant, uninterested in women, and entirely focused on expanding his family's empire.
Yet, here he was, playfully teasing her like some mischievous playboy.
"Y-Young Master Qin, I... I still have work to do," she stammered, trying to regain her composure as she quickly disentangled herself from his grasp.
Qin Wen chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied grin. "Cute. Who knew my icy bodyguard had such a flustered side?"
As they approached the Qin Group's towering headquarters, Qin Wen's phone chimed, and a wicked smile spread across his face.
The system had just issued its first mission, and his first "Man of Destiny" had finally appeared.
"Little lamb... here I come," he thought, eyes gleaming with excitement.