"It's the weekend. You really should rest properly—relax. Everything will work out."

A woman worn thin by work forced a faint smile and pressed a light kiss to Leng Shuang’s lips. "Stay home and take care of yourself. I’ll eat lunch and dinner at the office today. Don’t wait up."

"Mm." Leng Shuang leaned into the kiss, his eyes swirling with complex emotion as he watched her leave.

The door clicked shut. A sliver of light vanished. His once-bright eyes slowly dimmed.

Leng Shuang and his wife had walked hand in hand from Sakura High School all the way to the altar, supporting each other through thick and thin in a deeply fulfilling life. He had transformed from that shy, radiant "school flower" of Sakura High into the mature man whose every gesture now carried a quietly intoxicating charm.

But recently, his wife’s mistake cost the company nearly a hundred million. Their perfect life shattered like glass.

And the weight of that blow fell not only on her—but on him, too…

*Knock, knock, knock!*

Leng Shuang flinched. Moisture gleamed in his eyes, flickering with inner turmoil.

He knew—it wasn’t his wife at the door.

*Knock, knock, knock!*

After a pause, the knocking came again.

Reluctant yet resigned, he opened the door.

A woman with burgundy curls stepped inside as if she owned the place. Tall and graceful—nearly a head taller than him—her voluptuous silhouette defied concealment even beneath plain clothes, curves sharp and unmistakable.

"I saw your wife leave," she said coolly. "Since it’s your weekend… I thought I’d trade the office for here and enjoy myself."

Her voice was crisp, her beauty icy and commanding—a queen of frost radiating quiet authority that made others instinctively shrink back. Yet her smoldering gaze pinned the conflicted, trembling man before her.

"President," Leng Shuang whispered, voice unsteady. Clad in black loungewear, his slender frame trembled as he turned his face away. "This isn’t the office. Please… show restraint."

It was the only resistance he had left.

"Hmph." She hooked a finger under his chin, pulled him close, and pinned him against the wall. "You remember our agreement. For this year, you satisfy my desires. Or… do you want your wife to shoulder that massive debt alone?"

Silence.

Watching the light fade from his eyes, she smirked.

"Beautiful madam… you wouldn’t wish that burden on your wife, would you?"

The words struck like a final blow. All resistance drained from him. His body went limp as she lifted him gently onto the sofa…