1 The CEO Who Devoted His Life to Art

Midnight, Hilton Hotel, women's restroom.

"Cuffs, camera, Xiaoye, everything you need is here." Su Rui tremblingly handed a bulging bag full of items to Han Xiaoye.

Han Xiaoye lowered her head to take a look. Yes, everything was ready!

"Xiaoye..." Su Rui pursed her lips and couldn't help but remind her, "Are you really going to do this? That man is not someone to mess with."

Han Xiaoye clenched her teeth. "...Yes!"

It was said that Mr. Fu, the powerful figure in Rui City, was not to be trifled with and had no interest in women. But she had no other choice. Yan Xu, that scumbag, was unreliable, and her uncle and aunt had caused such a big mess. Her grandfather was in the hospital. The only one who could save herself was herself. She had already inquired and found out that her uncle owed a debt to Emperor's Underground Casino, and she had heard that the forces behind Emperor's were not to be underestimated. They might have intricate connections with certain high-ranking figures in the capital. Unless she found someone even more formidable to rely on, they wouldn't let her off the hook. And the rumored Crown Prince, Fu Zhiyan, was definitely the best candidate! Tonight, no matter what, she had to succeed!

Trembling, Han Xiaoye reached into her bag and took out the animal blood she obtained from Su Rui's brother, the prop master. She bit it open and smeared it on her body. The once pristine clothes quickly turned a deep red. As if unsatisfied, she also smeared some on her face, the vivid red blood resembling the real thing.

With a firm belief in victory, Han Xiaoye arrived at the door of Suite 888.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The door was opened from the inside.

"Help!" Han Xiaoye shouted loudly and pounced into the arms of the man in front.

Clutching the sturdy body of the man tightly, she cried with a trembling voice. Surprisingly, the man did not intend to push her away.

"Mr. Fu, I'll take her away immediately." The expression of the bodyguard beside the man changed and he immediately reached out to drag Han Xiaoye.

"No need, you can leave."

The man's deep voice carried an air of command, indicating his accustomed nature of giving orders. The buttons of his shirt collar were casually undone, revealing a slender neck and collarbone. His exquisitely indescribable features exuded an elegant and aloof demeanor, radiating an unparalleled sense of nobility.

The bodyguard, who was over 1.8 meters tall, was momentarily captivated by his charm. The bodyguard was stunned, but when he saw the man's furrowed brows, he quickly snapped back to his senses, trembling in fear. He hurriedly retreated.

Fu Zhiyan raised the chin of the trembling girl in his arms, and his pitch-black eyes, sharp as obsidian, showed no trace of emotion. "What do you want me to do to save you?"

"Someone... someone is after me. Sir, please save me. I beg you!" Han Xiaoye sobbed.

"Oh?" The man's handsome brows slightly furrowed. There was no suspicious person in the corridor, and it was quiet. However, the girl in his arms had disheveled clothes and obvious signs of being beaten on her face. She seemed genuinely pitiful.

His slender fingers traced the "blood" on Han Xiaoye's cheek, and his handsome face remained unchanged. Yes, it really looked convincing.

Who would come to him for help? Moreover, the white skirt stained with animal blood was transparent, revealing the enticing underwear and youthful body under the skirt. It was the first time he encountered such a "unique" cry for help.

A hint of amusement curved Fu Zhiyan's lips. He thought that the girl recognized him, but now it seemed that it was not the case.

"Do you want me to call the police for you?" He suddenly wanted to play a prank.

Han Xiaoye's body trembled, her tearful face looking especially pitiful. "Sir, please don't. Let me hide here for a moment. I'll leave once those people chasing me are gone. Thank you for your kind help. I will remember your great favor for a lifetime!"

While speaking, Han Xiaoye entered the Suit 888 uninvited and kicked the door closed with her foot.

Fu Zhiyan could clearly feel the softness of her body as she held him tightly the whole time. His slightly parched throat slid.

Fu Zhiyan lowered his head, revealing a strikingly beautiful jawline. He leaned down to her ear, and his scorching and fierce breath brushed against her earlobe. "Oh? How will you remember my great favor?"

Han Xiaoye's heart tightened, and she continued to cry with tearful eyes. "I will remember it here..."

Han Xiaoye took out a small bottle from her skirt pocket. Before the man had a chance to look at it, Han Xiaoye immediately pressed the small bottle firmly against his face.

Hiss...

A faint mist sprayed onto his face, and Fu Zhiyan immediately pushed her away and took a step back.

The pleasant fragrance made him realize something was wrong, but the familiarity of the girl in front of him relaxed his guard for a moment. Just as he inhaled a bit, he immediately felt dizzy.

Staggering, Fu Zhiyan stared at her with a cold gaze. "How dare you..."

Han Xiaoye immediately sprayed to him a few more times. In less than three seconds, Fu Zhiyan's vision turned black, and his tall figure fell heavily onto her...

...

When Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes again, the dizziness in his head told him that he hadn't been unconscious for long.

However, the peculiar position left him somewhat perplexed. His entire body lay sprawled on the bed in the shape of an "X," with limbs outstretched. His hands were securely bound to the bedpost on either side with handcuffs.

Fu Zhiyan lowered his head, his handsome face instantly darkening. His clothes were mysteriously gone.

Fu Zhiyan tugged at the handcuffed wrists, only to hear the clinking sound of the handcuffs rubbing against the bedpost.

His face turned dark, and flames of anger surged in his eyes!

"Mr. Fu, give me five minutes, really, just five minutes." After speaking, she casually stuffed the pillowcase from the side of the bed into his mouth.

"Mmm!"

A burst of fiery anger flashed in Fu Zhiyan's eyes. How could a proud and towering man like him be bound to a bed by a woman, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others? The eruption of anger covered his face, and Fu Zhiyan used his gaze to threaten her, pulling on the handcuffs with fierce force.

"Mr. Fu, don't panic, relax. I won't hurt you. I just need to take a few photos and borrow your seal."

Han Xiaoye took a deep breath and took out a camera, snapping pictures of the alluring man in front of her.

Fu Zhiyan growled, his obsidian-like eyes flickering with sharp anger and astonishment. As the drug took effect, he slowly succumbed to darkness...

Once Han Xiaoye confirmed that he had passed out, she anxiously searched through his bag. She finally found a small round seal on the side of the bag.

Found it!

Han Xiaoye took out the seal and looked at it. The seal was engraved with the Fu family emblem and the name "Fu Zhiyan". Her eyes brightened. It was the legendary personal seal of Fu Zhiyan!

Han Xiaoye suppressed the excitement in her heart and took out a contract from her own bag. At the top of the contract were the words "Contract for Financial Support" in red. She exhaled and firmly stamped the seal on the signature line of the contract.

Succeed!

She turned to look at the man who was sleeping due to the drug. After some consideration, she wrote a page on a hotel notepad and stuck it on his forehead. Then she took a Polaroid photo and placed it on the bed.

No matter how powerful this person was, he still had his reputation to uphold. Even if he was unwilling to let her get away with this, he probably wouldn't tell anyone, right?

Satisfied with her thoughts, Han Xiaoye put everything back in order. She took a shower in the bathroom, changed her clothes, grabbed her small backpack, packed her digital camera, and quietly left the hotel...