On the day of graduation, I was dragged by my rich father to get the certificate

Gu Wan was now standing almost naked in front of Si Yehan, the only remaining black lace underwear looking particularly glaring under the warm light.

Gu Wan's eardrums were pounding with the sound of her heartbeat. She was at a loss, her mind was blank, and she stared into Si Yehan's eyes that suddenly darkened.

Si Yehan's hand stopped in mid-air, with the watch strap still wrapped around that damn ribbon.

He had no resistance to Gu Wan to begin with, and at this moment his eyes unconsciously slid from her slender neck to her collarbone, and then to the soft hands that rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Gu Wan saw his Adam's apple roll, and the taut shoulder lines under his suit revealed a rare loss of composure by this business emperor.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice unusually hoarse.

Unexpectedly, Gu Wan did not retreat but advanced instead, as if a long-dormant beast in his heart suddenly awakened.

She stepped barefoot over the silk bathrobe and slowly approached Si Yehan, close enough to count the shadows cast by his eyelashes.

"Late night?"

Si Yehan's breathing became noticeably heavier.

Such an action not only shocked Si Yehan, but even Gu Wan herself was surprised as to what was wrong with her.

Before Si Yehan could react, Gu Wan stood on tiptoes and kissed him gently.

Si Yehan was completely stunned and stood there in a daze.

Gu Wan, who did not get immediate positive feedback, gradually regained consciousness and turned his head away in shame.

Just when she didn't know what to do, Si Yehan suddenly raised his hand, and the cold metal strap brushed against Gu Wan's waist, causing a slight shiver.

When the last strand of ribbon was freed from the clasp, Gu Wan felt Si Yehan's fingers brushing against her skin.

She looked up and met his bottomless eyes - the desire in them was like the sea in the dark night, with undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface.

“Wanwan.” The way he pronounced her name made her knees weak. “Really?”

She knew what he meant.

The air-conditioning vent made a slight hum, and Gu Wan suddenly realized that he was shivering.

It wasn't because of the cold, but because of the way Si Yehan looked at her at that moment, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, elegant and full of predatory intent.

Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, Si Yehan took a step back, bent down to pick up the bathrobe and put it back on her shoulders.

"The food is getting cold." He resumed his distant tone, and only his slightly disordered breathing gave away the truth.

Gu Wan pulled his bathrobe tightly together, his warmth still lingering on the silk.

When she heard the door close, she allowed herself to slide down to the floor, pressing her fingertips against her still pounding pulse.

That damn Patek Philippe, she cursed in her heart, but buried her head in her arms shyly.

In the next few days, Gu Wan's mind was filled with Si Yehan and those imagined intimate scenes with Si Yehan.

She even had the urge to rush into Si Yehan's room and rape him several times.

In order to stop herself from having wild thoughts, she had to practice dancing in the dance studio these days to numb herself, day and night.

Si Yehan was afraid that Gu Wan would harm her health if she continued to practice like this, so he tried to stop her.

But it would have been better if he didn't go, because once he said it, the effect would have been counterproductive.

He had no choice but to instruct Assistant Wu to restart the suspended game in order to distract Gu Wan and allow her body to breathe.

At lunch, Si Yehan sat at the table waiting for Gu Wan to join him. However, ten minutes passed and Gu Wan still hadn't shown up. The housekeeper walked forward respectfully and asked:

"Master Si, how about I go and urge him again?"

Even though the servants had already urged him three or four times in these ten minutes.

Si Yehan waved his hand, "No need." Then he stood up and walked towards the dance studio.

Gu Wan, who was immersed in the dance, suddenly caught a glimpse of Si Yehan in the mirror and her feet suddenly slipped.

"what--"

Si Yehan's suit cuffs drew a sharp arc in the air, his watch chain brushed against her flying hair, and his slender waist had already formed a thirty-degree arc.

The moment Gu Wan's lower back hit his tense arms, the scorching heat from his palms burned through her silk shirt into the hollow of her spine. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows pulled their intertwined figures into a lingering silhouette.

"Be careful." When his Adam's apple brushed against the tip of her ear, the sapphire cufflinks on his cuffs still dazzled her blurry vision.

Gu Wan swallowed her saliva, immediately pushed Si Yehan away, and said nervously:

"I'm hungry."

As he said this, he ran out, covering his hot face.

The reason why Gu Wan pushed him away was because she was afraid of being rejected by Si Yehan again.

After all, last time she stood almost naked in front of him and offered him a kiss, but in the end she was left alone in the dance studio.

The sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the marble table in the restaurant. Gu Wan tapped the edge of the coffee cup with her fingertips, and the porcelain made a crisp sound.

She stared at the dark brown liquid in the cup, trying to find some answers from it - about herself, about the man in front of her, and about her blank memory.

"Don't be in a daze," Si Yehan's voice came from the other side, cutting through the silence like a sharp knife, "Tonight at 7 o'clock, the East City Stadium, the final of Idol With You."

Gu Wan raised his head and frowned slightly: "What?"

Si Yehan put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and stared at her with his inky black eyes.

"Your competition," he said calmly, as if he was discussing the weather, and then changed the subject, "In the contract you signed before you lost your memory, one of the judges was the now popular young actor Jin Han."

Si Yehan almost gritted his teeth when he said the word Jin Han.

Gu Wan's fingers suddenly tightened and the coffee cup almost slipped out of her hand.

She felt dizzy, as if something was struggling to surface from the abyss of memory, but was pulled back into the darkness by an invisible force.

"I... I don't remember this," she began with difficulty, "and I'm not in the right state right now—"

"A contract is a contract." Si Yehan interrupted her, took out a brown paper file from his briefcase and pushed it in front of her. "Here is your resume and the information about the people you will meet tonight. Memorize it."

Gu Wan stared at the file bag and his throat tightened.

Now that she has lost her memory, all she has left is the instinct of her muscles - when she was first taken to the dance studio, her body automatically memorized every dance step, but she knew nothing about the stories behind these movements.

She slowly opened the file bag and pulled out the documents inside.

At the top is a photo - she is on the stage, wearing a blue diamond dance dress, standing under the spotlight, with her arms stretched out like a swan flapping its wings. In the photo, she has a firm look in her eyes and a smile on her lips, completely different from the confused woman now.

"Is this my resume?" Gu Wan flipped through the papers, his voice trembling slightly which he himself did not even notice.

Si Yehan took a sip of black coffee. "Including your educational background, award-winning experience, performance record, and..." He paused, "some necessary interpersonal relationships."

Gu Wan's eyes fell on the "Interpersonal Relationships" column. The densely packed names and notes made her temples throb.

"How ironic! One day I actually learned who I am through my resume." She sneered, then quickly flipped through the resume and looked up at Si Yehan in confusion, "Why isn't your name on it?"