Early the next morning, the eastern sun rose early, marking yet another sunny day.
The brilliant sunlight seeped through the heavy curtain gap, casting a beam on the slender figure lying on the wide soft bed.
Song Yinyin was so dazzled by the intense light that she couldn't open her eyes. On instinct, she raised her hand to shield herself from it. Only after adjusting, did she slowly open her beautiful eyes.
There was no one else in the luxurious suite but her.
The air was filled with the overwhelming scent of a night of passionate love-making.
Her dress, canvas shoes, and pink bra were strewn haphazardly on the carpet, a testament to the madness of the night...
Her heart skipped a beat, and Song Yinyin clutched the blanket in shock.
What was going on? Was her vision blurry, or was she just dreaming?
She subconsciously rubbed her aching temples, while fragments of wild chaos flashed through her mind.
In a moment of disorientation, she recalled everything that happened last night—
Yesterday was the birthday of Yan Kejun, her childhood sweetheart and fiancé. They had gotten engaged just three months ago.
Thinking of Yan Kejun, Song Yinyin felt a sudden jolt in her heart.
Last night, he texted her to meet him at the café downstairs from the hotel.
But after waiting for a long time and not seeing him, Yinyin was instead met by her half-sister Song Anqi.
The moment she saw Song Anqi, Song Yinyin immediately realized that she had been tricked by her.
The two were close in age, only a few months apart, but always at odds with each other.
Song Anqi was exactly like her overbearing mother, Jiang Lan. Since they both received full scholarships from the Warsaw Music Academy's piano department, Angie always sought to outdo Song Yinyin.
In every school event, whether it was a piano competition, a seminar, or a spot for studying abroad, Song Anqi always competed with her.
Yinyin tolerated all of these, but not when Song Anqi set her sights on her fiancé, Yan Kejun.
She knew Song Anqi too well; Anqi didn't love Kejun at all. She just wanted to win over her, to ruin her relationship with Kejun!
She didn't know what methods Song Anqi used to get ahold of Yan Kejun's phone to send her those messages, but without a doubt, it was all a part of Anqi's scheming.
Song Anqi confessed that she had fallen for Yan Kejun and said their parents already agreed to break off her engagement to Kejun in favor of pushing them together...
Enraged, Song Yinyin wanted to argue with Song Anqi but soon realized something was wrong with her body.
Her body felt like it was on fire, her mouth dry and parched, as if thousands of ants were crawling within her chest...
Damn, Song Anqi had drugged her drink!
She tried to escape, but it was too late; the bodyguards Song Anqi had brought restrained her and took her to a room upstairs, and after that...
After that, she passed out.
Until she just woke up!
She sat up suddenly, a sharp, burning pain radiating from between her legs.
Pain!
Last night, it seemed there was a man...
A man?!
Her heart skipped a beat.
An indescribable image floated in her mind. Linking it with her current physical discomfort, Song Yinyin broke out in a cold sweat.
She immediately lifted the thin blanket off herself—the startling crimson stain on the sheet stung her eyes deeply!
No...
She instinctively gripped the sheets tight, her mind buzzing, almost passing out.
She didn't need to think to know she fell into Song Anqi's trap.
She had been drugged unconscious, and now she had lost her virginity, and she didn't even know who the man was; just thinking about it sent chills down her spine...
Hurriedly, she supported herself to sit up and got dressed.
She hadn't walked but a few steps out of the room when her steps abruptly halted.
Her gaze fixed on a tall figure in the corridor, and she stood there as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.
The man before her was just as shocked.
Seeing the bloodshot eyes, Song Yinyin moved her lips, her voice barely a whisper, "Kejun... I..."
Bathed in light, it seemed a halo surrounded Yan Kejun. His hair was neatly cut, and a black trench coat accentuated his elegant demeanor.
But his face was pale, filled with fatigue, his eyes bloodshot, making Song Yinyin's heart cringe fiercely.
When his bloodshot eyes focused on her delicate collarbone, and noticed it covered with purplish-red hickeys, he choked up.
"Yinyin, is this the birthday gift you gave me?"
Yan Kejun's voice was hoarse, his hands at his sides clenched tight, the backs of his hands turning pale from the force.