The abandoned daughter of the Lu family turns around and marries a celibate tycoon.

Lu Xiran handed the boarding pass to Gu Yanshen, trying to make her voice sound calm and harmless: "Chen Yue."

"Oh?" Gu Yanshen calmly took the thin piece of paper, casually twirling it between his fingers. He didn't even lift his eyelids, but his voice carried a deadly pressure: "Then should I have security check it again 'carefully'?"

He leaned down, his warm breath carrying a chilling warning, and whispered in her ear: "You dare use me? Don't you want to live?"

A tremendous fear gripped her, but the instinct for survival made her brain work at lightning speed.

"Uncle," she said, a slight smile playing on her lips, "do you really think a female college student, returning to her home country alone for the first time and so nervous her legs are shaking, would dare to bump into someone like you... a man with an aura that's two meters and eighty centimeters tall?"

Gu Yanshen's eyes flickered slightly, his scrutinizing gaze becoming even sharper.

Before he could speak, Lu Xiran said quickly but clearly, "I just returned to the country and don't know the rules. Please be magnanimous and not hold it against me?"

He slowly straightened up, loosening the pressure of the umbrella handle against her waist slightly, but not completely removing it.

He stared at her.

After a long pause, he parted his thin lips slightly, his tone still chillingly cold:

"I'll give this back to you when you tell the truth."

He was holding Lu Xiran's fake passport and ID card between his fingers.

The door closed behind him, and Lu Xiran leaned against the cold door panel; the last safety net had been removed.

Without an identity, the night in Haicheng is like a giant net.

The phone screen lit up again, still displaying that mysterious number:

[Gu Yanshen in the presidential suite on the top floor of the Gu's Hotel]

The situation was urgent, and Lu Xiran had no time to trace the source. She had already returned to Haicheng from Switzerland following the instructions in the text message.

Inside the changing room, movements were swift. Donning the waiter's uniform and neatly pinning up his long hair, an unassuming hotel employee was "born."

The penthouse presidential suite area was eerily quiet.

She pushed the service cart, her heart pounding in the silence.

At the corner, the sound of conversation made her suddenly stop.

"...The drug works very quickly, and the reporters are all arranged." A male voice whispered.

"Make it clean." The woman's voice was full of determination.

Through the gap, Lu Xiran stared intently, holding her breath—

The hotel manager was dripping a colorless liquid into red wine, and the person directing him was none other than socialite Su Wanqing.

A clumsy "honey trap"!

Timely phone vibration:

[Only by replacing her can Gu Yanshen give you a proper identity.]

Heart beating wildly.

Without legal status, she could hardly move an inch in Haicheng, and revenge was just wishful thinking.

She didn't have time to hesitate.

The supervisor picked up the tray and headed towards the suite. He hesitated at the door, a fierce battle raging between his desire for the reward and his fear of the man behind it.

He caught a glimpse of Lu Xiran, as if she were his savior.

"You...you deliver it!" He shoved the tray into her's hands and fled in a panic.

Lu Xiran took a deep breath, her fingertips turning white from the pressure, put on her mask, steadied the tray, and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Gu Yanshen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and did not turn around when she entered.

"Mr. Gu, your wine." She lowered her eyes and placed the tableware, trying her best to look like an ordinary waitress.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over her bare shoulders like a hawk's, finally settling on her slightly trembling eyelashes, a faint hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Lu Xiran suppressed her heart palpitations and continued setting out the food.

Gu Yanshen sat down on the sofa, picked up his wine glass with his slender fingers, and glanced at her seemingly casually. She immediately lowered her head to avoid his overly sharp scrutiny.

The wine glass was set down with a light touch. She pushed the food cart, slowing her pace towards the door.

Just as she gripped the doorknob, a dull thud came from behind her.

Turning around, I saw Gu Yanshen lying on the sofa, his collar slightly open.

Lu Xiran strode closer, her fingertips just touching his tie when she remembered her best friend Jin Qiqi—the well-known socialite and know-it-all of Haicheng—who confidently declared: "Gu Yanshen isn't interested in women; either he's gay, or he's just not into sex..."

This might explain why he remains single to this day.

In that instant of hesitation, her wrist was firmly gripped by a large, iron-like hand.

The man, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear, and ripped off Lu Xiran's mask, a dangerous glint in his eyes:

"This is the third time."

His thumb gently caressed the delicate skin of her wrist, sending a shiver down her spine. "You bumped into me, sneaked into the hotel, and now..." His gaze swept over her hand, frozen in mid-air, his tone low and suggestive, "You still want to take off my clothes?"

Lu Xiran's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure, gracefully withdrew her hand, and straightened the hem of her dress.

"Mr. Gu, you've misunderstood. I just noticed you seemed unwell and wanted to loosen your collar to let you breathe a little better." Her tone was calm, as if the panic from just moments before had never occurred.

Gu Yanshen sneered, tapping his phone screen. The surveillance footage clearly showed her movements: "You sneaked in at 10:06, changed clothes at 10:20, and appeared here at 10:30. Do I need to call the police to determine your intentions?"

"Lu, Xi, Ran," he pronounced her name precisely.

Lu Xiran's pupils contracted slightly. It turned out that her every word and action was under Gu Yanshen's surveillance!

This man is too dangerous!

Knowing that her disguise had been completely torn off, Lu Xiran met his scrutinizing gaze: "Since President Gu already knows who I am, why don't we talk about our shared predicament?"

Recalling Jin Qiqi's clues and combining them with her observations, she carefully chose her words: "Mr. Gu is already over thirty, yet he remains single, attracting many socialites in Haicheng who want to be your bedmate. I think you may not need a real partner..." She carefully observed his expression, afraid of hurting his masculine pride, "But you need a 'Mrs. Gu' to deal with the inquiries and pressure from all sides, such as... the reporters arranged by Ms. Su Wanqing downstairs."

She stood up, displaying composure: "Rather than letting her succeed, cooperate with me. I need your protection, and I can perfectly play the role you need. You have witnessed my 'acting skills' and adaptability today."

"You?" Gu Yanshen's tone remained indifferent, but the scrutiny in his eyes lessened slightly.

Lu Xiran smiled slightly and offered her bargaining chip: "I am the true heiress of the Lu Group. If you help me take back the Lu Group, I will be your most steadfast ally, and this will be one of your most successful investments."

Before she could finish speaking, Gu Yanshen suddenly pushed the glass of red wine in front of her: "Prove your sincerity."

Lu Xiran was about to take the glass when he abruptly pulled it back, his eyes sharp: "Aren't you going to ask what this is?"

"Su Wanqing is after Mrs. Gu, she wouldn't stoop to poisoning, would she?" She feigned nonchalance. "It's probably just some sleeping pills."

Gu Yanshen's lips curled into a cold smile: "It's an aphrodisiac. You dare to drink it?"

"That won't help you either..." Lu Xiran blurted out, then realized her mistake and hurriedly covered her mouth, a hint of annoyance and panic flashing in her eyes as she timidly stole glances at his reaction.

Gu Yanshen's eyes suddenly turned deep and dark, and the pressure around him dropped sharply.

Just then, his phone screen lit up: [The reporter has arrived at the door].

In a flash, he pulled her close, deftly ripped open the collar of her uniform, grabbed a blanket from the sofa with his other hand, wrapped her up, and then had her straddle his lap.

The moment the card was swiped to open the door, flashbulbs went off. The reporters captured this incredibly impactful scene—

Gu Yan sank deeply into the velvet sofa, his shirt collar wide open, revealing his firm chest. His slender fingers were tightly clasped on the smooth back of the woman in his arms, whose fragrant shoulders were half-exposed, and whose dark black hair was scattered messily around his neck. She seemed to be clinging to him helplessly, leaving only a back view that left people with many thoughts.

Each flash of light seemed to scorch the air.