The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, scattering golden dust across the floor. Inside the luxurious five-star hotel room, the warmth of dawn crept into every corner, nudging the lingering sleep away.
A deep ringtone cut through the silence.
Buzz… buzz… buzz…
A hand reached out from under the pristine white blanket, fumbling until it found the phone. With a soft groan, Lin Hao silenced it, planning to pull the covers back over his head—until…
Cold, razor-sharp eyes locked on him.
A low, husky female voice, tinged with both anger and panic, broke the air:
"Who are you?"
His dream shattered instantly.
Lin Hao froze, turning his head toward the sound—and found himself staring at a breathtakingly beautiful face.
Short hair brushing her shoulders, porcelain skin, sharp eyes gleaming with intelligence. There was no hint of innocence about her—only the refined allure of a mature woman.
Yet the mix of shame and fury on her face… made the morning feel even more explosive.
Lin Hao arched a brow, lips curling into a lazy half-smile.
"Good morning… jiejie."
His drawling voice was like a spark thrown onto gasoline—it only made her face grow colder.
"I'll ask again. Who are you?"
He sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket around him, lips quirking in amusement.
"No need to be so fierce…"
Just as he was about to continue, fragments of last night returned. Someone had dragged him out of a bar, drunk out of his mind, and dumped him in this hotel. But…
What about her? Why was she here? Why had they ended up in the same bed?
The woman looked down in horror. Her tailored suit was gone. All she had on was an oversized silk shirt in deep violet… with nothing underneath.
Before she could even process the situation—
A warm hand landed on her waist.
"!!!"
Her reflexes took over. She yanked the blanket tight around her body, sprang up, and unleashed a furious kick straight at the man beside her.
Thud!
Lin Hao rolled off the bed and onto the carpet, gasping for breath.
"Ugh… jiejie, your temper is as big as your—"
"Get out!!" she roared, snatching a pillow and hurling it at his face.
Dodging with a laugh, he stood, scooping his phone from the nightstand.
"Alright, alright… I'm going. Happy now?"
Wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, he strolled toward the door, muttering under his breath:
"Who kicks a guy first thing in the morning? No mercy at all…"
Bang! The door slammed shut behind him.
In the suite's living room, sunlight poured in through the windows. Lin Hao moved leisurely, brewing himself a cup of coffee. The rich aroma rose with the steam, warming the air.
A chaotic night, and he remembered almost none of it—except one thing: the woman had gotten so drunk she vomited all over him.
"All that mess, and she thinks something happened?" He chuckled, lips curving with a hint of mischief.
From the bathroom, water splashed steadily. He hummed a carefree tune as he showered.
When he stepped out, the timing was perfect—the bedroom door opened.
She emerged transformed. Hair tied neatly back, her expression cool and composed as though nothing had occurred.
A sharp office outfit: violet blouse, black pencil skirt, heels, and a blazer draped over her arm. Not a single wrinkle, not a single crack in her facade.
Lin Hao narrowed his eyes, silently thinking three words:
Mature. Intelligent. Dangerous.
She walked to the coffee table, pulled a thick stack of bills from her bag, and dropped it before him.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't need to know. Last night never happened."
The crisp bills fluttered down, cold as her voice.
Lin Hao raised a brow, smirking.
"So… jiejie, are you… paying for a boy toy?"
"You—!" Her teeth clenched, cheeks flushed crimson.
"Besides," he added slyly, "I was… a first-timer, you know. Don't I deserve a red envelope by law?"
Her breath hitched. Trembling, she yanked out another wad of cash and slammed it down.
"You leave this room. You don't know me. I don't know you. We've never met. Understand?"
With that, she turned sharply, heels clacking across the floor.
At the doorway, she paused, her gaze flicking toward the phone still playing his obnoxious playlist.
"Your taste in music is… disgraceful."
Bang! The door closed behind her.
Her perfume lingered faintly in the air.
Lin Hao bent to pick up the money, counting it carefully. Five thousand yuan. Exactly enough to cover the hotel bill.
"Tch… what about my red envelope?"
Shaking his head, he tugged on the freshly laundered white shirt from last night—the one she'd dirtied when she vomited.
As he moved toward the door, his gaze fell on the unopened hotel amenities on the nightstand. Not a single packet touched.
His brow furrowed.
Then, a soft chuckle escaped.
"She… doesn't really believe something happened, does she?"
For a brief moment, his smile faded. With a low sigh, he muttered:
"I only cleaned her up and kept watch… but there's no way to prove it now."