"Yun Chuchu, you slept with me, what are you going to do?" Ou Yunchen's voice, lazy and teasing, echoed by her ear.

Blinking away the haze of sleep, Yun Chuchu's eyes widened in alarm. "Ou Yunchen, why is it you?!"

The man before her was breathtakingly handsome, his features sharp and striking—arched brows and piercing eyes, his face a perfect canvas of allure.

His deep, dark eyes, mysterious and unfathomable, were marked by a distinctive crimson mole above the right, adding an exotic charm to his already stunning appearance.

A smirk played across his flawless face, bemused by her startled reaction.

Did she wish it were another man?

Ou Yunchen's chuckle, although light, sent shivers down her spine, causing her to involuntarily pinch her thigh in disbelief.

It wasn't a dream. She had indeed spent the night with Ou Yunchen, the heartthrob of the entertainment world, known for his complex roles and rumored capriciousness.

"Mr. Ou, there must be some misunderstanding here..." Yun Chuchu stammered, the reality of her situation sinking in.

She had been in this body for less than twenty-four hours and hadn't even had the chance to piece together her predecessor's memories.

Ou Yunchen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the marks marring his skin, "What kind of misunderstanding do you think could explain this?"

Gazing at the evidence of their encounter, Yun Chuchu's mind raced—those marks were proof of a night both wild and unbridled.

Her voice wavered as she ventured, "Given the industry norms... What would be an appropriate compensation?"

His expression darkened instantly, "Are you suggesting buying me off?"

She nodded hesitantly.

Silence hung heavily until she quickly added, "How about ten million? Would that suffice?"

His silence was a clear indication of her folly; she had truly angered him.

Just as he opened his mouth to respond, a loud banging noise from outside interrupted them, followed by chaotic voices.

"Yun Chuchu is in there! I saw her go in—it's definitely another scandal! This will finish her!"

Reacting instantly, Yun Chuchu scrambled out of bed and hurriedly dressed. "I need to leave first. Here's my number—188... Send me your account details, and I'll transfer the money," she hurriedly said as she climbed onto the windowsill and made her escape.

Ou Yunchen watched her deft exit, momentarily at a loss for words—were they really on the eighth floor?

As he dressed and covered up the evidence of the previous night, the door burst open. A group of people stormed in, cameras at the ready, only to freeze at the sight of him.

"Ou... Mr. Ou!" The sudden intake of breath was audible.

His smile, cryptic and cool, did not reach his eyes as the leader of the intruders stammered an apology, "Sorry, wrong room! We'll leave immediately and delete all photos, I assure you!"

As they hastily retreated, fearing the wrath of a man as influential as Ou Yunchen, he couldn't help but wonder about the unusual courage—or folly—of Yun Chuchu.

Meanwhile, Yun Chuchu, having safely navigated her descent from the hotel, was abruptly pulled into a vehicle parked nearby.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, only to freeze upon recognizing the person—it was her agent, Lian Ge.

"Tell me, what happened?" Lian Ge asked, urgency in his tone.

Yun Chuchu hesitated, then admitted, "I think, maybe, I slept with him..."

The seriousness of her admission hung between them.

Lian Ge exhaled sharply, "My goodness... This has to be the last time, please. Think of your future, your brilliant future..."

Despite the situation, Yun Chuchu couldn't help feeling lost. Was this debacle truly of her doing?

Lian Ge's despair deepened, "It wasn't you who asked for this, was it? You pressured me last night about that newcomer—had me arrange it... You've forgotten?"

The realization dawned on her; prior to her taking over this body, the original Yun Chuchu had orchestrated this night. An unfortunate mix-up, however, had led her to Ou Yunchen.

And now, confronted with the consequences of another's decisions, Yun Chuchu found herself entangled in a narrative she neither initiated nor desired.

As they drove away, her thoughts lingered on the enigmatic Ou Yunchen and the tangled web she'd unwittingly walked into. Could this be the beginning of an unexpected alliance, or had she merely plunged deeper into the world of celebrity scandals?