After a one-night stand, the female CEO donned a collar.

Under Shen Ye's persistent efforts, the drug's effects completely subsided in the latter half of the night. She opened her eyes, looking at the red marks on her wrists and the handcuffs still attached to the bed frame. She stared for a few seconds, her voice turning cold: "The key." Shen Ye fumbled for the key on the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs for her. As the metal rings fell away, his fingers paused for a moment on the side of her wrist before finally moving. She sat up and put her clothes back on one by one, buttoning her suit jacket all the way to the top. She walked to the door, her hand on the doorknob: "What happened today, pretend it never did!" The door closed, the sound of the latch engaging heavy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shen Ye looked down at the mess on the sheets. He rubbed his thumb over the metal ring of the handcuffs, still warm with Lin Zhiyi's body heat. Scattered on the bed were the torn black stockings he had ripped, and the mingled fluids they had left behind. He hadn't expected the CEO to be a 'white tiger'! Not a single hair down there. Just recalling it made Shen Ye's second member stir again. Lin Zhiyi arrived home in the early morning. She entered without turning on the lights and went straight to the bathroom, turning the hot water on full blast. The water hammered against the tiles with a dense sound. Steam quickly rose, fogging the mirror into obscurity. The scalding water poured down from her shoulders, tracing a path down her back. She raised her hands to scrub her arms, collarbone, and abdomen, her touch rough, as if trying to scrape something off her skin. The hot water washed away the lingering scent, yet she felt Shen Ye's aroma still clinging to her nostrils. She slowly squatted down, eventually sitting on the bathroom floor, the water still pouring over her. Her hair, soaked through, clung to her cheeks and neck. She rested her forehead on her knees, her fingers unconsciously tracing the red marks on her wrist as memories began to flood back. The strange sweetness in the drink in the private room. The feel of the wallpaper in the corridor. She closed her eyes, the water still cascading down. Who had tampered with it? Chen Hui? Unlikely. That man was outwardly respectful but inwardly terrified of trouble. He would even gauge her expression before daring to say more than a few words in board meetings. He wouldn't have the guts to tamper with her drink. Then who? Someone from the collaborating party? Or those old foxes on the board? A love potion, no less. Who would benefit the most from her public scandal? Her brow furrowed. She raised a hand to wipe the water from her face, her fingertips pausing on the red marks on her wrist bone. Her memories sank uncontrollably. Shen Chuan's voice, the dim yellow light by the bedside in the rented room, and those two handcuffs. She haphazardly dried her body and hair with a towel, then wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked into the bedroom. She set her phone to Do Not Disturb, placing it face down on the nightstand. She collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately. When she opened her eyes again, the light filtering through the curtains was already pale. The clock on the wall pointed to two seventeen in the afternoon. She sat up and first picked up her phone. Fifty-three missed calls popped up. Most of them were from her assistant, interspersed with calls from her driver, two board members, and her parents.