Hello There, Prideful Chairman-1

Golden patterned vines were carved on the vintage wooden walls.

Ji Anan opened her eyes slightly and sensed burning desire.

She flipped her body over and bumped into the scalding body of a man. The man behind her muttered beneath his breath, and his rough hands reached down the collar of her shirt. A precious black gemstone ring was on his index finger.

How much alcohol had Ji Anan drunk? She had no memory of how she'd ended up on this bed.

"Let go... Hmmm…"

Her delicate porcelain skin was riddled with kiss marks and served as a telltale sign of last night's episode of love-making.

Her aching body had no strength to fight back, and her moaning fused with the man's deep panting.

The man planted a hot kiss on the back of her neck.

The overwhelmingly regal atmosphere filled her until she was breathing it out.

It was a night of passionate love-making.

When she woke up the next morning, she found herself all alone in a luxurious presidential suite, as if she was a discarded doll.

Even though she had only moved her body the slightest bit, the soreness between her legs made her suck in a gasp.

It was utterly painful.

Ji Anan endured the pain as she climbed off the bed with a painful headache and evidence of love-making printed all over her body.

She vaguely remembered that before she had passed out drunk, a majestic figure had appeared to walk towards her in a blur—

He wore black gloves and a cuffed golden plaid overcoat.

A baroque-style vintage cross brooch was pinned to a part of his overcoat, and double chains were attached all the way to his lower left pocket.

He looked like a devilish emperor and exuded satanic madness.

She accidentally fell into his arms and embraced him tightly under the mistaken belief that he was Gu Nancheng.

Therefore, that jerk seized the chance to whisk her away and then he had even... laid hands on her.

Ji Anan tried her best to recall her memory, yet she couldn't remember the man's face.

She didn't even know who he was.

A noise suddenly came from the bathroom, and Ji Anan climbed up the bed in alarm. She covered her porcelain body that was covered in hickeys and stared at the bathroom like a frightened deer.

The door opened, a foggy mist escaping as a man wrapped in a lavish purple robe stepped out. With his thin lips pursed in a straight line and his cerulean blue eyes piercingly cold, he had an intimidating air about him.

Ji Anan nearly thought she was seeing things, her heart tensing up at the sight. It was him?

Beiming Shaoxi's gaze swept across her face, and his brows wrinkled slightly in disdain.

The long and slender legs beneath his bathrobe strode towards her, yet all Ji Anan could do was passively watch him come closer to her like a wooden doll, since she didn't dare move.

The man's noble face came close to hers as he knelt down and barked, "Your hand, move it."

Ji Anan was caught off guard for a moment, and only then did she realize that her hand was on his extravagant British handmade suit!

Beiming Shaoxi removed his clothing, and his lips curled up in a contemptuous smirk as he eyed the smeared makeup on her face. "Hurry up and go wash!"

His tone was a definite command, and it was so domineering that it left no room for negotiation.

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone? Yesterday night only happened because you laid hands on... me…" Ji Anan frowned, but as her eyes met his icy gaze, she swallowed what she had planned on saying next.

Beiming Shaoxi pinched her chin as he thought how the stubborn look on her face reminded him of that woman from three years ago...

Ji Anan was feeling so anxious that she began to panic. Did he recognize her? What if he knew her other identity?!

Knock, knock—

There was a polite knock on the door.

Beiming Shaoxi lowered his hands and nonchalantly picked up a wet paper towel from the desk. Then, he started wiping his slender, bony fingers, one by one, and said to her, "You still haven't washed up yet? Are you waiting for me to drag you in there myself?"

Was he trying to show that he was repulsed by her dirtiness? Ji Anan felt deep discomfort and picked up a random piece of clothing to wrap herself in, then hopped off the bed and ran inside the bathroom!

In the mirror, Ji Anan saw that her face was heavily caked with makeup, and her eyeliner was a little smudged.

He hadn't recognized her. Three years ago, she had been the haughty Su Qianmo, yet after the Su family went bankrupt, she hid her true identity and started going by the alias "Ji Anan." She used her superb makeup skills to conceal her breathtaking features beneath a heavy face of makeup and transformed her appearance to a much plainer one.