Hot... It was so hot; her body felt as if it was engulfed by fire.

At the same time, waves of pleasure mixed with faint stabs of pain washed over her, overwhelming all other sensations. Something seemed to rise and fall on top of her. Like a starving yet gentle beast, it conquered her, little by little…

The next day, Ou Yuesha blinked slowly at the afternoon sun streaming through the window. She stared blankly at the gap in the curtains as the clock ticked away the seconds in the background.

Where was she?

She remembered she had gone out for a drink at a bar with her best friend last night, then left when she had gotten drunk. As she stumbled outside, she bumped into a man that she had assumed to be a male escort, and then…

What happened?

Yuesha knocked on her head as she lifted her blanket to jog her memory. She sat up, but winced at the soreness that shot up from her waist. She froze as dread gripped at her heart, then looked down at her naked body.

What?

What on earth happened last night? How did she end up like this?!

Blood drained from her face as she slowly looked around the room. On the ground, she saw what seemed to be a man's tattered shirt, mixed with her clothing. Pieces of cloth were scattered all around the room; it didn't take a creative genius to imagine what had happened.

Her eyes glazed over as pieces of last night's memories resurfaced.

The memories were hazy, but she remembered how, after bumping into the male escort and spurred on by her best friend, she had pulled him into a taxi and came to this hotel. Her enthusiasm only grew after they had entered their room, and she initiated the act herself, pushing herself mercilessly onto the man.

Afterwards, he had taken over, pinning her under him in one swift move. Their bodies were intertwined the entire night, and he only left when dawn broke.

Her memories of his face seemed to be obscured, but she remembered, at the last moment as the man walked out the room, the tattoo of an imposing wolf's head on his back.

Yuesha buried her head in her hands and groaned softly in annoyance. The pleasure and pain still lingered in her body, as if imprinted onto her.

She'd given her first time to a stranger!

Why did this happen to her? Was she cursed? She had to be, otherwise, why would she encounter tragedy after tragedy in such a short time?!

Yesterday, at the engagement ceremony, her fiancé's mother had suddenly called off the wedding. Just as she was embroiled with rage and grief, they followed his mother's example and actually cancelled the engagement, turning it null and void!

Yuesha had gone to the bar with her best friend after that, originally planning to drown her sorrows in alcohol. Now, however, she'd landed herself in an even worse position!

She grabbed fistfuls of her hair and pounded her fists into the pillow, filled with regret, only managing to calm herself down after a long while. She stood with a sigh and cleaned herself up, then opened the door to leave.

Outside the hotel entrance, a group of journalists waited with their cameras and microphones ready. As soon as they spotted Yuesha, they clambered over to surround her.

"Miss Ou! I heard after the Zhang family cancelled your engagement yesterday, you went to a bar and grabbed one of their models to a hotel for the night. Is this true?"

"I heard the two of you were doing it all night, almost without rest?"

"Did they break off the engagement because your private life is a mess? Are you just projecting a pure image to the public?"

The relentless assault of flashing lights from the cameras joined the verbal barrage of shameful questions, causing Yuesha's heart to clench with humiliation, anger, and indignation.

"I'm sorry, please give way!" she called out helplessly, but the crowd ignored her pleas.

One of the reporters asked again, "Miss Ou! Did you know the Ou Group announced their bankruptcy this morning?"

"We've also just got the news that your father had committed suicide by jumping off the headquarters. However, as his daughter, you were messing around with the male escort the entire night. Aren't you a little too cold-blooded?"

Yuesha stood frozen to the ground, her face blank as if she hadn't heard the reporter's words.

Father had committed suicide? That wasn't possible, was it?

How could a man brimming with confidence like him do something like that just because they had bankrupted? It had to be fake! These reporters were lying to her!

She bit her lip as strength surged suddenly within her. She pushed through the crowd and dashed away.

"Miss Ou!"

The reporters gave chase, but Yuesha ignored them, running into the road. At that moment, there was a loud screech. By the time she realized what had happened, the car that had crashed into her had already launched her into the air. She fell back onto the ground with a heavy thud…

That night, news of the Ou family made the headlines.

# Daughter of the Ou family enjoyed a night of passion with a male escort in a hotel! Scandalous! #

# Ou Hao, the richest man in Z City, has committed suicide after declaring bankruptcy! #

Just like that, the once illustrious Ou family collapsed overnight, and Ou Yuesha, once the envy and admiration of the city, was cast aside as a slut.

***

Five years later.

In Z City Airport, Yuesha led three beautiful children through the airport, followed closely by Liuma, who was pushing their luggage along.

The five of them walked out in an orderly fashion, the kids following along quietly. Just then, a woman in a mink coat rushed out, knocking the third child over.

Immediately, Ou Mengmeng, the third child, stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and started crying. Yuesha rushed over to help her up.

"It's okay, don't cry."

That woman didn't bother apologizing. Instead, she turned her nose up at them when she noticed their clothes were dull and bland, thinking they were from the countryside, here to visit some relatives. "Don't you teach your children to watch where they're going? She almost made me fall! This coat cost 20,000 yuan. Can you even afford the compensation if it got dirty?"