When her assistant called, Ji Xuan was being pulled into a car by Song Zhaoli.

Outside the car window, a heavy rain was pouring while inside, ambiguity was filling up the air.

Ji Xuan, consumed by desire, unconsciously leaned in to kiss the bobbing adam's apple of Song Zhaoli.

Song Zhao li's hands were naturally sprawled on the armrests, his neck craned slightly backward, his slender eyes half-closed that opened and closed with each landing kiss on his sensual throat.

After a moment, Song Zhao li opened his deep voice and asked, "Wanna play?"

Ji Xuan's eyes reddened, her look is hazy, "Let's play."

Song Zhaoli's large hand stroked her back, with a nonchalant wicked smile he said, "What you want to play, don’t hold me accountable after."

The game of adults, each taking what they needed.

No emotional entanglements, no profit involved.

For an hour, the rain outside the window intensifies and the ups and downs inside the car becomes more ruthless.

When the desire reached its peak, Ji Xuan bowed her head and bit Song Zhaoli's shoulder.

Song Zhaoli hissed, his hand adorned with a white jade thumb ring caressing her neck, and lifted her a bit like a kitten, he ambiguously said, "You bit too hard, loosen a little..."

Ji Xuan didn't answer, her legs were trembling as she leaned into Song Zhaoli's neck, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

The ambiguity subsides.

Ji Xuan's red dress, with its shoulder straps, was in disarray. Her whole body was sweaty, looking as if she was just fished out of the water, she bent down to fetch her high heels that had fallen into the crevice.

Song Zhaoli's shirt buttons were completely undone, his gaze fixated on her slender waist, his thin lips curving into a slight smile, "Did you drink something you shouldn't have at the party?"

Ji Xuan did not immediately respond to Song Zhaoli's question. After a moment, she replied coolly and distantly, "Thank you for today, Mr. Song."

Hearing this, Song Zhaoli raised an eyebrow with a light chuckle, "Thank you?"

After sleeping with him, all she could say was thank you?

Ji Xuan pretended to be oblivious to the playful expression on Song Zhaoli's face, and said in a quiet voice, "I'll treat you to a meal some other day."

Without waiting for his response, she pushed open the car door and stepped out in her high heels.

Song Zhaoli had been too fierce, too persistent earlier. While Ji Xuan seemed to walk away rapidly, her steps were far from steady. It was all she could do to hold herself upright and not reveal her discomfort to people around.

After leaving the car, Ji Xuan hailed a cab home on the side of the road.

Sitting in the cab, Ji Xuan pressed her lips together, holding back her emotions. Once she felt somewhat calmer, she took out her phone and sent a message to her assistant: I'm feeling a bit unwell tonight. Going home now.

Her assistant replied instantly: Manager Ji, are you okay?

Ji Xuan: I'm okay.

Whether Ji Xuan was really okay or not, everyone attending the party tonight understood quite well.

They all thought Ji Xuan had had too much to drink. Little did they know, her drink had been spiked.

Newly joined to the company and managing to strike several big deals straightaway, of course, it attracted some animosity. Tonight's incident had been an attempt by some disgruntled officials to put her in her place.

However, spiking her drink was a rather unpleasant way to do so.

On the other side, Song Zhaoli was lost in thought, staring at the blood stain that remained on his suit pants.

As he was deep in contemplation, there was a knock on the car window.

In the next second, the unlocked car door was swung open from the outside. Liao Bei, his childhood friend, supported the door with one hand while teasing him in jest, "Old Song, I didn't notice this before, but you sure are strong. Tsk, you even managed to shake such a hefty car."

Song Zhaoli just glanced at Liao Bei with a light lift of his eyelid, his expression placid, not responding. He dug out a cigarette case from his pocket, slanted a cigarette into his mouth, and lit it.

Liao Bei smirked, "I recognize the girl you were with, Ji Xuan, the new project manager of Wansheng Group who was just recruited from Yancheng. If I remember correctly, she has a boyfriend, doesn't she? What was his name again? I think he's a vice president of a listed company, let me think..."

As Liao Bei pondered half-seriously, Song Zhaoli removed the cigarette from his mouth, spat half the cigarette out, and leisurely said, "Really?"