Lin Mu Xue was awakened by the scent of lavender essential oil.
Faint and intermittent, mixed with the humid moisture in the room, it drifted straight into her nostrils.
She did not open her eyes immediately. Instinctively, she moved her fingers.
Her fingertips touched a layer of soft fabric.
Beneath her was a slightly heated therapy bed, warmth spreading from her spine to her limbs bit by bit.
The feeling was too familiar.
A spa.
She had fallen asleep during a spa treatment.
Her mind was still muddled, her consciousness drifting in and out.
Wait—
Something was wrong.
She had recently been at the Singapore headquarters of the Tang Jin Family Office.
She had officially taken over all of Tang Song's private leisure assets and non-public affairs.
Faced with that vast, tangled web of accounts and permissions, she had only just managed to sort out a complete set of lists and contingency plans. She had also successfully handled the key matters Tang Song had previously entrusted her to deal with independently.
She had officially become a joint assistant.
Her life had reached a new height.
Last night, after a four-hour international video conference, she had returned to Tang Jin's private club at Marina Bay.
She had only intended to take a bath and collapse into bed.
Who knew that the moment she pushed open the suite door, she would see the man who had secretly come over.
Not only had he come, but he had brought a pile of gifts.
And after that—
Naturally, there had been an earth-shaking night of passion.
Lin Mu Xue's last remaining memory was of the enormous floor-to-ceiling full-length mirror in the suite.
In the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, her long hair disheveled, as Tang Song held her tightly from behind.
The mirror was