This is in the luxurious suite of a five-star hotel in Jiangzhou.

The thick velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, not a ray of light getting through. The air conditioning hummed softly, and the warm, gentle glow of the floor lamp illuminated the room. A palpable air of anticipation hung in the air.

Qiao Liang in his pajamas leaned against the large, soft headboard, his hands crossed over his small belly, watching Ye Xinyi who walked out of the bathroom like he was admiring prey.

This usually cold and aloof beautiful woman, at this moment, was meek and obedient. She wore a pink yukata, her hair still damp from being washed, draped casually over her shoulders.

The woman's yukata collar exposed a patch of snow-white skin, with two beautiful arcs faintly visible. Beneath the arcs were two rounded mounds, and her long, slender legs emerged from under the hem of her sleepwear. Her whole body radiated a captivatingly mature allure.

Qiao Liang's eyes were dazed, his heart pounding like a drum. A wave of heat surged in his lower abdomen. The beautiful woman before him was the flower of Jiangzhou Daily, a talented and renowned reporter. Countless men yearned for her, finding her irresistible.

But at this moment, she was about to become the prey beneath her own feet.

Looking at Ye Xinyi's humiliated and helpless expression, Qiao Liang felt a surge of immense satisfaction in his heart.

If I hadn't bested her in the interview to become Deputy Editor and head of the reporters, would Ye Xinyi, who usually treats me with such aloofness, be so obedient?

Faced with the reality pressing down on her, this woman, even though she didn't want to, couldn't say a word of refusal. She had no choice but to obey the call and come here obediently.

The more Qiao Liang thought about it, the more pleased he became, and the faster the heat in his lower abdomen surged. This heat made him breathe heavily, panting like a calf.

"Take off—"

Qiao Liang's voice sounded hoarse, trembling slightly. The hoarseness came from a mixture of tension and excitement, while the tremor stemmed from the conquest and drive of desire.

Ye Xinyi bit her tender lips tightly, her eyelids trembling. Her porcelain-like face flushed crimson, tinged with a hint of bitterness. She trembled as she reached for the sash of her yukata...

The yukata slipped slowly, and in Qiao Liang's eyes, what was falling wasn't the garment, but the complete conquest of this woman's last defense.

As the yukata slipped to the woman's ankles, a curve of exquisite whiteness emerged before Qiao Liang. A beautiful mermaid, delicate and alluring, was revealed.

Joe Liang's eyes widened instantly, swallowing hard as he stared at the naked mermaid who reluctantly yet inevitably complied. Unable to contain his overwhelming impulse any longer, he pulled Ye Xinyi onto the bed...

"Ah..." The woman seemed to be startled, instinctively resisting for a few moments. Her jade-like arms swayed back and forth, her fiery body twisting and turning, but she was soon consumed by Qiao Liang's madness...

"Bang bang bang..."

As he was enjoying a moment of deep immersion, a sudden and brutal knocking shattered his dream. Qiao Liang jumped in fright, jolted awake by the intrusion.

Joe Liang shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding like a drum. His breaths came out short and ragged.

Look around, where is the luxurious suite of a five-star hotel, where are beautiful women? You're clearly lying in bed in your own bedroom. The door to the room is open, the bedside lamp is on, and there is tomorrow's interview materials beside you.

OMG, it turns out what just happened was a dream!

Spring dreams leave no trace.

Qiao Liang regretfully touched his head, it's a pity, just now this dream was so real, especially Ye Xinyi's charming figure and the warm touch, which made him...

“Bang bang bang…” A rude knocking sound rang out again.

Joe looked at the time, 11:30 pm. He was annoyed. Damn it, who would knock on his door in the middle of the night, interrupting his dream? He had finally been able to conquer Ye Xinyi in his dream once, but now it was ruined.

Suddenly, I thought, could it be that my wife Zhang Mei returned from a business trip unexpectedly and forgot her house keys?

Zang Mei works at the Municipal Broadcasting Bureau. Recently, she has been very busy with her work and often gets transferred to different places. Sometimes, she is away for half a month or more.

Qiao Liang was stunned as he opened the door. Three strangers stood there: a woman in front and two men behind her. All three had serious expressions on their faces.

"What... are you doing?" Qiao Liang was a little confused.

The woman in the front had short, ear-length hair, fair skin, a black suit dress, and mid-height heels. She appeared to be around 37 or 38 years old. Her figure was slender yet elegant, exuding the charm of a mature woman, but her expression was very cold.

The woman looked Qiao Liang up and down, noticing the tent under his pajamas. Her heart skipped a beat and her brows furrowed. What kind of dream had this boy been having?

"Aren't you Qiao Liang, the head of the office at the Jiangzhou Daily?" The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Qiao Liang nodded. "Yes, I am Qiao Liang. You are..."

The woman flashed her ID in front of Qiao Liang's eyes, insisting, "This is the city discipline inspection commission, room three. Qiao Liang, please come with us."

Jo Liang's drowsiness immediately vanished, his eyelids twitching wildly. Oh crap, how did they find him?

"Excuse me, may I ask what have I done wrong?" Qiao Liang stammered.

"You know exactly what you've done. Now get dressed and come with us immediately." The woman's voice was stern, leaving no room for negotiation.

Seeing the situation, Qiao Liang knew that it was pointless to say anything more. He quickly went back into the house to get dressed and followed them downstairs. They got into a black sedan. A woman sat in the passenger seat, while two young men flanked him in the backseat.

A black car drove out of the complex, going nowhere in particular. Everyone stood silent.

Joe was both anxious and worried at this moment. He had an interview tomorrow, and this whole commotion would delay things.

A few days ago, Qiao Liang participated in the public recruitment examination organized by Jiangzhou City. He applied for the position of deputy editor-in-chief of a newspaper and ranked first in the written test among more than 300 candidates.

Also applying for this position was Ye Xinyi, the director of the newspaper's reporting department. Her written exam score was 0.5 points lower than Qiao Liang's, placing her in second place. The third-place finisher was a section chief from the city's cultural bureau, scoring 4 points less than Qiao Liang. All three qualified for tomorrow's face-to-face interviews. Because the third-place score was significantly lower than the top two, the competition mainly focused between Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi.

Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi's relationship is average, even hostile. It's not because of any conflict between them, but because of the disagreement between the Party secretary and editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Li Youwei, and Wen Yuan.

This time Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi applied for the deputy editor position, receiving support from Li Youwei and Wen Yuan respectively. They both hope to add someone they know to the newspaper's team.

For this interview, Qiao Liang was determined to win, resolute in defeating Ye Xinyi in the interview and rising above her to become the deputy editor-in-chief.

Joe Liang calculated meticulously. After becoming the deputy editor-in-chief, he must be in charge of the reporters' department. Then Ye Xinyi would become his subordinate. He wouldn't worry about her disobedience.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, I was suddenly taken away by the disciplinary inspection commission in the middle of the night.

Joe Liang was very frightened. He hadn't done anything wrong that warranted such a serious disciplinary action, had he? Could this be something else entirely that had dragged him into this?

Who else could it be?

(Editor in charge：historical romance novels)