Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Early April, the gentle warmth of spring permeated the air.

The evening glow stretched across the horizon like an opulent brocade, its shimmering golden light pouring softly through the slightly parted curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a romantic glow over the room.

The woman stepped carefully across the plush carpet to the window and slowly drew the curtains shut, cutting off the golden light. The room immediately felt several degrees colder.

She glanced back at the man lying asleep on the bed, on his side, then approached quietly.

The man lay shirtless, his muscles sharply defined and smooth, every inch of exposed skin radiating sensuality and allure.

After hesitating for a moment, the woman climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him as she lowered her head to study his face.

His eyes were closed, his thick lashes long and elegantly curved. Beneath his straight nose were sharply defined thin lips, and the soft line of his jaw in sleep gave him a gentle, approachable demeanor—utterly unlike the harsh manner he usually treated her.

Her face slowly leaned closer, intending to press a kiss to his smooth, fair skin, but before she could act, his eyes suddenly flew open—dark and intense, fixed unblinkingly on her.

In the next instant, the man let out a startled roar, like a startled tiger, and shoved her away with force.

The woman cried out as she fell off the bed, her head hitting the floor before she lost consciousness.

*

"Miss Su, this is the soup the young master made for you..."

"It's been cooled to drinking temperature. You can drink it now..."

Interrupted by the maid's voice, Su Su snapped out of the last scene in her mind. She nodded at the maid. "Alright, I'll drink it in a bit."

Her gaze swept over the room she was in now.

European-style decor, heavy and ornate furniture, an intricate chandelier overhead, and a light gray patterned carpet beneath—everything exuded luxury.

This was an extravagant room.

The maid set the tray with the soup on the table by the floor-to-ceiling window, hesitating before speaking again. "Miss Su, our young master didn’t mean to push you earlier. Please don’t take it to heart..."

At her words, Su Su’s head throbbed suddenly, fragmented memories flashing through her mind.

After a pause, she snapped back to reality with a startling thought—had she transmigrated into a novel?

Su Su pressed a hand to her aching head, waiting for the pain to subside before replying, "Alright, I understand."

The maid took in her pained expression and thought with dismay—*This is bad. The young master is in for it now. This young lady is definitely going to make trouble again!*

No, she had to help the young master.

"The young master never makes soup for anyone, not even Madam has tasted it," the maid said with a flattering smile. "If you leave it too long, it’ll get cold and won’t taste as good. Why don’t you get up now?"

Su Su lifted her eyes, studying the maid carefully before scanning the room again. She still couldn’t recall which novel she had transmigrated into.

But right now, she was hungry, so she simply rose from bed.

The maid watched as she sat at the table and drank a few mouthfuls, gradually relaxing. She was about to say something more when the door opened from the outside.

"Auntie Yang, leave us," the man said as soon as he entered.

Yang Fenfang picked up the tray from the table and walked over. As she passed him, she whispered, "Young master, be gentle."

Su Su looked up at the man who had just walked in—his face was identical to that in the last image in her mind.

This was the man who had pushed the woman off the bed, and after she lost consciousness, Su Su had become her.

From the maid’s earlier chatter, he was some sort of young master?

The man locked the door behind him, leaning against it as he eyed the woman at the table with a taunting tone. "Alright, what do you want now?"

His long brows swept sharply, his phoenix eyes narrow and refined, amusement swirling in his gaze as if he were in high spirits.

Su Su swallowed the soup in her mouth, raising her eyes slightly in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Tao Youming let out a derisive laugh, studying her with a look of cool amusement. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, her expression deceptively innocent.

He tsked and advanced toward her. "You climbed into my bed and then fainted on purpose—what exactly do you want?"

Tao Youming was furious. He had been sleeping soundly—who the hell expected to open his eyes and see that detestable face looming over him like a ghost?

In his shock, he had shoved her away, and then she just... fainted???

Given this woman’s usual antics, she wouldn’t let this go without stirring up trouble.

Su Su’s expression darkened. The original host had genuinely fainted—and likely died—which was why she had transmigrated into this body.

"I didn’t faint on purpose," she retorted bluntly.

"Oh, so you fainted *intentionally* then," Tao Youming licked his lips, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Got it."

With that, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off.

Su Su’s eyes widened as she stared at him. His bare, toned torso glistened in the bright light, impossibly pale and alluring.

When he started walking toward her, she jumped to her feet and backed away. "Why are you taking your clothes off?!"

Tao Youming tossed his shirt aside and moved closer menacingly. "This is my house. I’ll take off whatever I want."

Then, he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them.

Su Su’s thoughts raced. Had she transmigrated into some sort of smutty novel? What kind of plot started with stripping immediately?

As he advanced, she crossed her arms protectively over her chest, still retreating. "Just say what you want to say! If you’ve got nothing, then get out!"

Tao Youming watched her with amusement. "What’s the point of covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen your little buns before."

The mocking glint in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. As a single woman in her late twenties, she had certainly seen her share of story-based adult films from certain countries.

Most of those films followed a pattern—roleplay, leading step by step into non-consensual scenarios. And some domestic erotic novels followed the same patterns.

Was this really that kind of story?

"Stop right there!" she snapped, pointing at him.

Tao Youming raised an eyebrow at her sharp tone but continued advancing, pinning her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Darling, you’re behaving so oddly today," he murmured, leaning in until his face was inches from hers, his tone laced with disbelief.

He had pushed Su Su down, and yet she wasn’t using it as leverage to demand something?

Like moving up their engagement banquet?

His proximity brought with it the crisp, masculine scent of him, making Su Su's face flush hot and her heart pound wildly.

She took a deep breath, swearing to herself—*Damn it!*

Her eyes flicked to the bowl of soup, and she almost cursed out loud. Had she been *drugged*?

Why else would she suddenly fight the urge to fling herself at him as soon as he approached?

Shit...