Kiều Nhan woke up in a long corridor. An exquisite potted plant sat by her feet, and bright art photos hung on the walls. The surroundings were utterly unfamiliar. She was leaning against a patterned wall, her whole body sticky and messy, her mind a jumble. For a moment, she was vaguely unaware of where she was.
Kiều Nhan recalled staying up all night after work, only going to bed at dawn. Now, she had woken up here. Could she be dreaming?
She vaguely leaned on the corner of the wall to stand up, but her legs felt so soft she almost collapsed back down. She had to lean against the wall to rest a bit longer, and that's when she discovered something unusual.
Her delicate, slender arms were as fair as jade, a stark contrast to her own pale skin that rarely saw sunlight. This tall, slender figure was definitely not hers!
After a dazed struggle, Kiều Nhan stared at the handbag in her hand and found an ID card, her expression growing even more bewildered.
"Is anyone there?" Kiều Nhan nervously called out, regaining her composure. But as expected, there was no answer.
She hesitated for a moment. The sparse, skimpy clothes on her made her feel a bit cold. Was this dream too real?
Kiều Nhan decided to follow the only source of light. At the end of the corridor, the lights were bright, and a tall figure stood by a potted plant, looking out the window. The night wind ruffled his hair, and it seemed he was on the phone.
He wore a meticulously tailored black suit and branded leather shoes. With his strong physique, firm waist, straight shoulders, and neatly trimmed black hair, he was precisely a mature and sophisticated man.
This person's identity did not seem simple at first glance, and she didn't dare to casually approach and disturb him.
Waiting for him to finish his call, she gently walked up and asked in a low voice.
"Sir, could I borrow your phone for a moment...?" To call the police...
Suddenly, he turned around. Before she could finish her sentence, a noble, heavy aura struck her, instantly stopping her words.
This man was truly tall, roughly a head taller than her current height. His powerful aura made Kiều Nhan only dare to steal a quick glance upwards.
Standing in the shadows, his face wasn't entirely clear, but his tall, extraordinary, silent figure clearly indicated that this was likely an exceptional man with an absolutely uncommon appearance.
She realized he had no connection to her. A thought flashed in her mind, reminding her not to provoke him.
The atmosphere remained quiet for a few minutes. Finally, he made a move. She watched him raise a slender arm, slide his phone into his pants pocket, hidden beneath the flap of his black coat. He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, with no intention of helping.
Kiều Nhan slightly pursed her lips. Although a bit disappointed, it wasn't unexpected; in reality, she had long grown accustomed to being rejected. Still, she had to at least ask for directions to leave.
"Sir, you..." Her words were interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps.
"Where is he? Find him quickly."
"President Zhao just came this way after drinking. We absolutely cannot make a mistake."
"Idiots, if you can't get this done, you can all get lost..." A group of people hurried this way, apparently looking for someone.
Kiều Nhan's eyes lit up. Ignoring the mysterious and unpredictable man, she intended to move forward, perhaps to ask those people for a little help and inquire about the situation at the same time.
After a brief delay, the sound of footsteps grew closer and closer. She took a slight deep breath, nodded a greeting to the man, and turned to prepare to move around the corner. But as she passed by him, he grabbed her wrist tightly.
Kiều Nhan instinctively frowned in resistance, looking up to meet a pair of deep, inscrutable phoenix eyes that were incredibly oppressive.
Immediately after, he gave her no chance to refuse, pulling her into the room inside. One hand covered her mouth, the other restrained her struggling arms, pinning her against the wall, unable to move.
The moment the door closed, hurried footsteps approached outside, quickly passing by without noticing the powder scattered in front of the door.
Kiều Nhan was pressed against the cold wall, the enveloping chill making her slightly uncomfortable.
The man behind her deliberately maintained a distance, yet with just two hands, he managed to restrain her struggling and yelling. The scent of his cologne constantly invaded her nostrils, coincidentally lessening her anger but also sending a shiver down her spine. Her thoughts raced, but she still didn't forget to struggle.
“Let me go!” Her angry shout was muffled by the large hand, making the sound unclear, her hot breath puffing directly into his palm.
He released her hand a moment later. Without waiting for her to question him, *click*, the room's light came on.
Kiều Nhan blinked, adapting to the sudden light, gently rubbing her wrist, which ached from being pulled, and conveniently got a clear look at the strange man's face before her.
This man was indeed very tall, and his physique was very strong. What made him most unforgettable to a newcomer was his face, exceptionally handsome, perhaps that of a mixed-race individual, his features distinct, refined, and profound, as if he were heaven's favored child.
Kiều Nhan was stunned, but a pang of pain in her wrist pulled her back to reality.
This man was not only exceptionally handsome but also not easy to provoke.
“My apologies! This was sudden, and I just now offended you,” the man apologized politely and gracefully, his deep voice like a fine, aged red wine, exuding a mature masculine charm.
Kiều Nhan took a step back, just as her back hit the wall, feeling the cold from the tiled wall behind her and the rising heat within her body clash, making her shiver involuntarily.
“Sir, may I ask where this is?” She ignored her own unusual state, taking the opportunity to ask.
This matter seemed very simple to her, but the man before her, after hearing it, showed an unusual expression and looked up at her.
“This is the Charlton Hotel, and furthermore, my mobile phone cannot be lent to others.”
Triệu Quân Khiêm answered her previous question simply and fluently, then walked further into the room and sat on the sofa, his indifferent, inscrutable gaze settling on Kiều Nhan, assessing her.
He was observing her.
This girl was not old, still retaining some childlike features. What first caught one's attention was her youthful aura, her face with its delicate and refined features, clean and natural, exuding a subtle allure capable of attracting older men.
Especially those almond-shaped eyes, with their clearly defined whites and blacks, were as transparent as glass. In them, the tall figure of a man was clearly reflected, and occasionally, a captivating flicker of anxiety and fear would flash through them, like a small white cat, lost and unsure of its way home. A little lower was a slender, fair neck, along with a tall, slender figure that was nevertheless curvaceous and incredibly alluring.
This was absolutely a treasure.
Zhao Junqian instantly came to this conclusion, then shifted his gaze.
“What are you doing here? This isn’t where you should be.” He asked, puzzled, his voice laced with a warning.
“I… I don’t know, right now I just want to leave…”
Qiao Yan was intimidated by the other party’s aura. Her limbs flustered, she stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move, and could only give a vague answer to his question, avoiding the core issue.
Zhao Junqian raised an eyebrow, then lifted his hand to glance at his watch.
“Then wait here for ten minutes, I’ll have my secretary come and escort you out.” And while he was at it, he’d investigate whether this girl had infiltrated today’s Hongmen Banquet.
Zhao Junqian gave his instructions calmly, then ignored her, stood up, and walked into the toilet.
Qiao Yan immediately rushed to the door, twisted the doorknob several times, but there was no response. The door was locked tight.
Her exit was blocked. The other party clearly intended to keep her here for a while, to prevent her from leaving and revealing his presence.
Fortunately, this was just a dream. There should be no life-threatening danger; at most, everything would be fine once she woke up.
Thinking this, Qiao Yan’s mood relaxed a little. Only then did she have a chance to observe the situation inside the room.
There was a very large bed here. The space was quite sizable, and the decor was also relatively high-end. The furniture and decorations were all luxurious and opulent. It truly was a dream; in reality, how could she ever have the chance to see such top-tier luxury?
Qiao Yan continued to stand behind the door, with no intention of venturing further inside to explore, anxiously waiting for the ten minutes to pass. The sound of trickling water came from the bathroom, and she felt a wave of heat rise within her body.
“How strange.” Qiao Yan rubbed her wrist and muttered. Suddenly, her face froze, and her body instantly stiffened.
Just now, a warm gush of liquid had flowed from her lower body. She couldn’t help but clamp her legs together. Embarrassed, she also somewhat understood the heat rising in her body.
*Could it be Aunt Flo visiting?* Qiao Yan secretly thought to herself.
How unlucky. Even in a dream, relatives came to visit. There were truly no words to describe it.
Her small face turned ashen, her heart filled with resentment, when Zhao Junqian emerged from the toilet, one hand using a towel to wipe his palm, the other glancing towards the door.
“Um, can I use that?” Qiao Yan asked, her face tight, pointing towards the toilet.
Zhao Junqian frowned slightly. Seeing her awkward, embarrassed expression, he finally nodded.
Qiao Yan thanked him. Clutching her stomach, she quickly took small steps and hurried into the toilet, closing the door to deal with her personal issue. Only after a flurry of activity did she discover that Aunt Flo hadn’t actually arrived. What was this?
Outside, a crisp *clink* sound diverted her attention. Qiao Yan opened the toilet door and glanced around. She found that the quartz essential oil lamp on the bedside table had been smashed, and the culprit was standing amidst the mess, his face utterly frigid.
An aroma diffused through the air. She hadn’t noticed it just now, but now, smelling it, it felt somewhat strong.
"What's wrong?" Kieu Nhan walked over and asked, her voice unexpectedly soft, sweet, and lingering.
"..." What the hell?
Kieu Nhan was startled by her own voice at that moment. Before she could even process what was happening, the strange sensations in her body grew more intense.
Especially after smelling the scent, it was as if a hot fire ignited within her, no longer just a little strange as before.
At this point, even if Kieu Nhan had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run, and she understood the current situation.
She had probably been drugged, and this scent was truly unusual, having a stimulating effect.
Kieu Nhan immediately covered her mouth and nose, but it was no use; she was quickly overwhelmed by a powerful surge of desire that clouded her reason.
"I have to leave... Leave this place..." She struggled to maintain her last shred of lucidity, stumbling as she tried to walk out, but the man beside her pulled her back.
"Stay in here!" Zhao Junqian ordered, his face cold. His gaze flickered between the essential oil lamp and Kieu Nhan, then he softened his voice to reassure her,
"This is for your own good."
"I, I feel so uncomfortable," Kieu Nhan whimpered, barely able to stand upright.
Zhao Junqian helped her up, but she twisted her body and clung to his arm. He immediately pulled her tightly into his embrace.
"Uncomfortable, help me..." Kieu Nhan desperately climbed onto him, only feeling that this person had a cool, comforting aura.
She couldn't help but entwine herself around him, rubbing against him with a pleading sensation, not even knowing what she was saying.