Chapter One: I Have a Compulsion for Cleanliness

Du Zhiye had just been cheated on, and in her sour mood, she invited a few of her girlfriends out to a bar to drown her sorrows.

After a few rounds, as the alcohol began to warm their cheeks, one of the girls beside her grew lovesick. “I can’t, I just can’t. Who is that guy? I want his WeChat.”

Du Zhiye gave a dismissive laugh, thinking her friends, like Feng Bing, had seen too little of the world—always starry-eyed at the sight of a decent-looking man.

She lazily lifted her eyelids, squinting in the direction her friend pointed. When she finally saw the man’s face clearly, Du Zhiye broke into a grin, licking her lips. “Don’t even think about it. This one’s mine.”

With that, she took her glass, swaying gracefully as she walked toward the man.

“Second Young Master, here alone?” Du Zhiye said, sitting down beside him, her alluring phoenix eyes brimming with charm as she gazed at him.

Tonight, she was dressed rather innocently—her hair long, straight, and black, her makeup light and subtle, not at all seductive.

But her natural beauty was undeniable. Known as a peerless beauty, even in simple attire, the glint in her eyes could ensnare a man’s soul, making him willingly surrender at her feet.

She blinked, her voice dripping with allure. “The night is long, and drinking is dull. Why not…”

The man cast her a cool glance. “Why not what?”

Du Zhiye licked her lips, a smile tugging at her mouth. Twisting in her chair, she let the canvas-clad tip of her foot graze his calf, her meaning unmistakable. “The usual thing between a man and a woman—interested?”

Her voice was low and drawn out, carrying an unmistakable signal.

The man regarded her for a few seconds, a hint of a smile at his lips, his expression frosty. “Not interested.”

Du Zhiye was unfazed. She withdrew her leg, propped her chin on her hand, and studied him thoughtfully, her demeanor now focused and serious—none of the earlier playfulness remained.

He didn’t spare her a glance, simply raised his glass and drank alone, exuding a frigid aura.

But he was strikingly handsome, with an air that drew people in. Every small gesture radiated an irresistible charm. No wonder her friend had been short of breath and starry-eyed from across the room.

Du Zhiye bit her lip, and suddenly a smile broke out. Spending a night with a man like this—she certainly wouldn’t lose out.

She licked her lips, letting her fingers, polished in a peachy pink, trace the rim of her glass. Half-tempting, half-challenging, she asked, “Is it me you’re uninterested in, Second Young Master, or are you wary of my status?”

He gave a dismissive curl of his lips. “I’m a bit of a clean freak.”

Du Zhiye’s face froze for a moment, but soon she understood what Jiang Yingnan meant.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested—he just didn’t want to touch Tao Ranming’s woman.

Du Zhiye’s smile brightened, her hands cupping her chin, her phoenix eyes sparkling. She blew him a teasing breath and said, “I’ve never slept with Tao Ranming.”

Jiang Yingnan glanced at her, surprise flickering in his eyes—subtle, but Du Zhiye didn’t miss it. She arched a brow almost imperceptibly, smiling sweetly. “Interested now?”

Jiang Yingnan ran his tongue along his back teeth, then reached out and gripped her chin. Du Zhiye frowned slightly—she disliked being touched like that; it felt intrusive.

But Jiang Yingnan didn’t give her time to dwell on it, leaning in close to her ear. “Broke up?” he asked.

Du Zhiye slapped his hand away, her face cold as she looked aside. “If Young Master Jiang isn’t interested, so be it.”

Jiang Yingnan’s eyes flashed with a dangerous edge. “Where to?”

“Hm?”

Du Zhiye took a moment to realize what he meant. Her eyes glimmered as she smiled and uttered four words: “A couple’s hotel.”