Fang Eleven felt as though her body was roughly thrown onto a bed, her body burning up. She ripped off her own clothes in frustration.
She faintly heard a door opening, and then the mattress sank under a weight. A man identical in his alcohol-laden scent imposed his body over hers.
She squinted her eyes open to find herself in a room, the curtains drawn, blocking out the light.
Ugh...her head hurt...
She seemed to recall going to a bar with Xiaoxiao...why was she here? Before she could think any further, the man on top of her started kissing her.
She pushed him off and straddles him instead, hot tears falling onto his chest as she murmured, "Xiangbei...if you just asked me, I would have given myself to you..."
With a heated breath, she, a little inebriated and a little delusional, sobbed and clung onto him.
Their bodies brushed against each other. He cursed under his breath, shoved her down onto the bed, held her hands tightly, and authoritatively stated, "Remember, I am Gu Liancheng."
...
In the dimly lit room with the night light on, the person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Looking at the familiar ceiling and the layout of the room, her heartbeat slowly calmed down.
Eleven turned around, finding the space beside her empty, and involuntarily sighed.
That's right, he had gone on a business trip.
She got down from the bed and pulled open all the curtains, immediately brightening the room. She closed her eyes to bask in the light.
She had that dream about five years ago again.
Eleven covered her face with a hand, calming herself down.
"Madam, are you awake? Congee's ready. It's time for breakfast."
"Mm, okay, I got it!"
Aunt Fang went downstairs first. Meanwhile, Eleven opened the drawer and pulled out a worn-out magazine. On the cover, the disheveled, panic-stricken woman looking at the camera was her from five years ago.
That dream brought back many thoughts.
That day when she woke up, the man beside her was gone, and countless journalists rushed in as soon as she opened the door.
Everyone was saying she had spent the night with Gu Liancheng, the business tycoon of Xicheng, who controlled the path of entertainment in recent years and monopolized the industry — an enigmatic man.
But she remembered nothing, faced with an insurmountable abyss.
She did not attend the college entrance exam, got disqualified from school, and her boyfriend dumped her. At that time, Fang Eleven felt her life was one big joke!
If only—
None of what happened later had happened.
...
"Auntie, I don't like congee..." Eleven rested her chin on her hands, pursing her lips.
"Madam, it's what Mr. ordered before his trip." Aunt Fang came out from the kitchen, saying with a smile.
Eleven rolled her eyes and suddenly had an idea: "Auntie, I won't eat it, you can! If he asks about it, just tell him I ate it!"
"No way! Sir knows you too well. He specifically asked to make sure you eat before leaving the house."
"Ah, this is too much..."
Eleven had no choice but to sit on the couch with her congee, sipping it while watching the morning news.
"Mmm, Auntie, look at her, quite a beauty and a good figure."
Aunt Fang glanced at the screen and saw the entertainment news channel broadcasting Gu Liancheng leaving the airport, accompanied by the young actress Huang Shanshan. Hearing the madam joyfully comment: "Looks like rumors of their Parisian escapades aren't false. My husband does have good taste, right, Auntie?"
Uh... Aunt Fang didn't know whether to agree or disagree.