J City's Golden Emperor Hotel.

Standing at the door of the 1001 Presidential Suite was a tall girl.

Her skin was fair, her features delicately beautiful, with ink-black long hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a poetic sense of freshness and elegance.

"The important person Uncle mentioned should be inside," she thought.

Although she couldn't understand why Uncle insisted on her signing the contract, all she could do was follow his orders.

The girl pressed the doorbell, and the door immediately swung open automatically.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Tang in?" she asked.

Thick curtains blocked out the sunlight, the room was dark as the lights were not turned on.

An Ruo frowned slightly as she walked in.

Click—

The door suddenly closed automatically, and she subconsciously fumbled for the light switch.

"You're here?" Suddenly, a deep and indifferent voice sounded from within the room.

An Ruo jumped, "Is that Mr. Tang? Hello, my surname is An, I'm here to sign a contract with you today."

She hurriedly took out the contract from her bag, but a stranger's masculine scent quickly closed in, her slender wrist was grabbed, and the contract dropped to the floor with a snap.

"Signing the contract isn't urgent, I need to check the goods first," the man said flatly, his tone steady yet—dangerous.

There was a tall, blurry figure in front of her, and inexplicably, a wave of panic rose in An Ruo's heart.

She tried to keep calm and managed a smile, "Rest assured, our An family's goods all come with a quality guarantee..."

"Really? Let's see," the man said.

In the darkness, the corners of the man's mouth curved slightly, he forcefully pulled An Ruo into his embrace, easily lifting her into his arms.

Not until An Ruo was thrown onto the soft bed did she realize that the other party had misunderstood her meaning.

"Mr. Tang, you've misunderstood, the goods aren't—" me.

"Is it your first time?" Tang Yuchen suddenly asked, interrupting her.

An Ruo was stunned, and then her face flushed red. If it wasn't for the contract she still had to sign with him, she would have cursed him out.

"You wouldn't dare deceive me," the man said, and his solid body pressed down upon her—