Song Yuqiao woke up with a sharp pain in her temples, like a drill. Her eyelids were extremely heavy, and she forced them open to see a floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of her, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above her head.

  She sat up suddenly and stared with wide eyes.

  This is actually a hotel!

  How did she get into the hotel?!

  Her fingertips pressed heavily on her temples, and her mind was a complete blank. She could only remember being kicked out of the Ye's house in the middle of the night yesterday, entering a bar on A University's back street, drinking glass after glass, and then... everything cut off.

  Song Yu Qiao hastily looked at her clothes and found they had been changed!

  When she came out, she clearly remembered wearing a light purple top and white shorts, but now she was only wearing a women's nightgown, and it was the kind of suspender style that made people look like they were bleeding.

  Did I get drunk last night and meet a pervert?

  However, there were no signs of violation on her body. Song Yuqiao slightly put down his guard, but there were no extra clothes in this room, was she supposed to go out like this?

  She thought for a moment, turned on her phone, and a string of incoming calls and messages poured in, causing the phone to vibrate for a full minute.

  The person who made the most phone calls was surprisingly Ye Zenan. Song Yuqiao felt a dull pain in her heart when she saw this, and then dialed the number of her colleague Zhou Haitang at the company.

  "Help me send a set of clothes over, the white OL suit in my closet," Song Yuqiao found the hotel brochure on the bedside table, "Guanting Hotel, Room 1302."

  After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, Haitang had arrived.

  Zhou Haitang burst into the room, exclaiming, "Wow, Yu Qiao, you're really rich now! You're actually staying in a luxurious suite at a five-star hotel. The price, tsk tsk..."

  Song Yuqiao said: "It wasn't me who opened it. I got drunk last night and woke up here this morning."

  Zhou Haitang seemed to understand, her eyes widening as she pointed at the black lace suspender on Song Yuqiao's body, "Won't... be..."

  "No, I don't feel anything."

  Zhou Haitang's mind flashed a scene, and she let out a scream: "It can't be that someone took nude photos of you! Now there are websites like that, those pornographic websites, they make money from this, selling them..." She saw Song Yuqiao's face turn white in an instant, and hastily said, "I'm just talking nonsense."

  Song Yuqiao had thought of this possibility, if so, then... it would be troublesome.

  When checking out, Song Yuqiao asked the front desk about the hotel registration, and got an expected answer: "Protecting guest privacy."

  …………

  Song Yuqiao works in a small advertising company, because he dropped out of university and still doesn't have a degree certificate, so he can only be a small assistant director, the position with the least potential for promotion.

  This advertising company is actually a subsidiary of the Ye family's enterprise, occupying the third floor of a high-rise office building in a prime location, two streets away from the Ye Building.

  "Please photocopy this document twenty times and distribute it in the conference room."

  "Good."

  "Wait," said Delinka, Song Yuqiao's direct supervisor, "put a cup of Blue Mountain on the main seat, we have an important client coming today."

  In everyone's eyes, Song Yuqiao is just an ordinary little white-collar worker, a 9-to-5 office drone with no degree, no diploma and no threat, so all the office politics and backstabbing have nothing to do with her.

  Haitang joked: "Yu Qiao, you're not the secretly married wife of a wealthy CEO, are you?"

  Song Yuqiao smiled and spread out a stack of printed paper and a bag of Blue Mountain coffee beans in his hand: "Do you think I'm like this?"

  Her smile is bitter and sweet, but only she knows.