Morning, First Lady

One night in Washington D.C, the capital of the USA.

The executive corridor on the 20th floor of the Imperial Dynasty Hotel was still boisterous.

This was the best spot to overlook the night view of Washington D.C...

Linda Marley was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The urban neon lights outside were glamorous, but she was in no mood to appreciate them. What the doctor told her in the afternoon was still ringing clear in her ears.

"Miss Marley, we've reviewed the medical report and confirmed that your blood type is the rare Kidd!"

"The scientists haven't done enough research on this blood type. As far as we know, men with this blood type are stronger than ordinary men and boast outstanding hematopoietic function."

"Although women with this blood type are easy to conceive, the percentage of hemolytic reaction after pregnancy is 100%, which will result in miscarriage."

"To avoid the hemolytic reaction, you could only marry a man with the same blood type! But according to the data from the blood bank in the USA, there are only a few cases, so the chance is slim!"

All desperate, Linda had to drown her sorrow in beer.

That was so sad, but she didn't commit any sin.

Her mother, Lisa Marley, had common O-type blood. Could she inherit it from her dad who died in a car accident when she was two years old... cough!

The beer was rich in foam. When she gulped it down, the foam surged and choked Linda. Out of reflex, she swung the bottle.

A parabolic spurt of the foam came out and spilled on a passerby...

Linda was struck dumb because the man was spilled from the right shoulder to the left foot.

"I'm so sorry!" She quickly took out a piece of tissue to help him wipe it off.

"No." The man rejected.

Along with his concise word, a gush of cool scent assaulted her nostrils. Linda then noticed a bandage that wrapped around his wrist.

"S... sorry, sir, I didn't do it on purpose." Linda stepped aside and apologized again.

Still expressionless, the man glanced at her face with distant and indifferent eyes.

"It's okay." Following his simple reply, he turned away.

What an aloof man! He was icy.

Linda snuffled, ready to sit back down when she heard a shout from behind.

"Yo, Jason's in the house!"

Following the voice, she looked over and saw a bunch of men gathering in a corner. A man in a floral shirt was beckoning with a smile.

The man walked over and sat with them.

Only then did Linda see his face clearly.

His features were masculine, and his nose bridge was high. His pursed thin lips accentuated his air of unchallengeable authority.

His amber eyes were penetrating and deep. His eyelashes were extraordinarily thick, and the curly angle was perfect. They looked sexy and seductive.

Linda couldn't help swallowing. He was hot...

But the man looked dejected. There seemed to be something on his mind.

Keen in senses, he felt her gaze and immediately glanced over.

Linda stiffened, hastened to turn back, and sat upright. Then she beckoned to the bartender for a glass of lemonade, ready to relieve the intoxication and go home.

The corner was noisy. Those men were talking about the election that just concluded.

The competition in the general election was intense. In the end, Sam Reed, the current president, stood out and won another term of office.

"Forget it this time, Jason is going back to Britain tomorrow!" The man in a floral shirt was all swanky the last second but then shouted blusteringly, "Ah, what happened to your hand, Jason?"

"Didn't he just tell you? Just a small wound, don't make it fuss!" Someone laughed.

"What do you know? Jason is different from us! Ever heard of the Kidd blood type? Rarer than panda blood. He's wounded and shed blood. How would he be the same with people like you!" The man in a floral shirt fired back.

In her seat, Linda was struck dumb.

That man had the same blood type as her!

Late at night.

"Are you working overtime tonight? Ms. Marley just asked when you'll come back?"

Sally Wood texted her through Facebook.

Sally and Linda, about the same age, just graduated from university. As the daughter of Lisa's friend, she came to Washington D.C for a job. Aware of her poor family and short of money, Lisa took her in.

"I'm staying at my friend's place tonight. Sleep tight!"

Linda replied to the text with trembling fingers.

She had never done anything improper like this before, thus even her fingertips shuddering.

Yes, she wanted... to borrow a seed!

A moment ago, she bought drugs from the bartender and bribed him to add it in the man's wine.

After the man had the wine, she stalked him and marked his room number.

His companions left or went to their rooms. He was all alone tonight.

Linda took out her phone. A flower displayed on her period record app. It represented her ovulation today.

The timing was perfect, and everything happened without much effort...

Rat-tat! She knocked on the door of the man's room.

"Anything?"

A low inquiring voice came out. He sounded normal.

"Room... room service." Linda was so nervous that her tongue was tied.

Didn't the drug work? But she already knocked on the door!

The room fell into silence again. The man ignored her.

Linda gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Just him! There was no other way!

Such a chance was hard to come by. Her blood type was too rare. If she let it slip tonight, where could she find another proper man to prevent her hemolysis?

She made up her mind and knocked on the door again.

"Sir, room ser... ah!"

No sooner had her voice died away than the door was suddenly opened.

The man easily pulled her into the room, turned sideways, and pinned her down against the wall!

The cool cologne scent assaulted her again, and Linda was confined in the space between his chest and the wall.

"What do you want, huh?" He asked.

In contrast to his steady and deep voice when she heard outside, Linda now found his breathing uneven and his body scalding at the close range.

That cup of wine was working.

Without further ado, she trembled on tiptoes, threw both arms around his neck, and pressed her warm lips close to his.

"I like you, Mr. Nell." She said haltingly.

How to have a one-night stand with a reserved man with the same blood type?

This question was beyond her cognition! Just now, she racked her brains in the hallway and came up with such a lame excuse.

The man stiffened at her words.

He avoided her kiss and gripped her wrists.

Under the faint wall lamp, his amber pupils glittered fierce light, and he looked at her with inquiring eyes.

Linda raised her head and explained cautiously, "Actually, when I saw you just now, I... I had a crush on you."

Mm, love at first sight. It should work.

But the man still looked coldly at her without saying anything.

"I... well, you... hmm..." Frightened by his gaze, her legs felt weak, and Linda became incoherent.

"You've made up your mind?" While she was in a panic, the man suddenly asked.

Her face burning with shame, Linda hummed faintly.

No sooner had her voice died away than everything blacked out in her vision.

The lights in the room were turned off. Scooping her up, the man rained his scalding kisses on her, and the pair was overwhelmed by passion.

The man charged vigorously while Linda also didn't slack off.

According to the doctor, it was easy to conceive for women with her blood type, but she was afraid of failing the rare one night...

Bracing herself up, she bore the pain and rode on him. Her face blushing, she tried her best to please him.

In the dark, the man looked at her like a preying panther. His eyes were half bright and half hazy.

Although her movements were clumsy, the corners of his mouth curved upper.

He let her act wild on him until exhaustion got the better of her. Then he took back the initiative to extend the momentum...

Buzz... Linda was woken up by the vibrating cell phone.

When she opened her eyes, her body felt like being run over, and she could barely move.

The man held her tightly in his arms and slept soundly. They were as intimate as... an affectionate couple who hugged each other to sleep.

Linda blushed instantly and didn't dare to recall the madness a couple of hours ago.

Something glowed on the carpet. It was her cell phone. Who knew when it fell to the floor?

Gingerly she freed herself from the arms of the man. As soon as her feet landed on the floor, the ache swept her off her feet.

Thanks to the thick carpet, she didn't make much of a noise. Almost crawling forward, she took her cell phone and hid in the bathroom to answer it.

"Linda, come back quickly! I just got up to use the bathroom and found Lisa fainted! I've called 911!" Sally's cry came from the other end.

Linda's limbs instantly turned cold.

Her mother, Lisa, had a heart problem and was hospitalized last year. Her health improved recently, but...

She rushed out of the bathroom, found, and pulled on her dress as quickly as she could. In her hurry, some buttons were torn off.

Regardless of it, she packed up her things and looked back at the figure on the bed.

Yesterday his companions mentioned that he would come back to Britain today.

From now on, they would be far apart and not meet again.

Thank you, Mr. Nell. If I bore your seed, I would raise him wholeheartedly.

Involuntarily she stroked her belly and sneaked out of the door.

The man on the bed was still fast asleep.

...

Time flew. Three years passed by.

It was time for another general election in the USA.

After two terms of office, President Sam Reed stepped down. Another round of intense competition ended, and the new president was about to take office.

Apart from the general election, the other topic widely discussed among citizens in Washington D.C was the award ceremony of the Valentine Award, the hallmark of international fashion.

The internationally renowned Valentine Award was held in Washington D.C for the first time this year. It naturally attracted the attention of all fashion professionals.

As night fell, the Cultural Center in Washington D.C was brilliantly lit.

The ongoing award ceremony was about to announce the most anticipated 'Emerging Designer of the Year' award.

This award was designed for young and promising new designers. The competition was very intense this year because of the special prize for the winner.

In addition to the trophy, the winner would be employed as the President's image management consultant for the coming year and work in the prestigious 99 D.C. Street where the presidential office was located.

Naturally, such a supreme honor attracted countless young designers.

"The Emerging Designer of the Year for the 22nd Valentine goes to Linda Marley, designer of Foley Group's fashion brand Birch Maple!"

As soon as the host announced the winner, all the live cameras were instantly directed to Linda who sat below the stage.

Linda curled up her lips to smile at the cameras...

Tonight, she was wearing a maple backless evening dress designed by herself. Her lipstick and wavy hair were also the same maple color.

A long platinum chain was worn backward at her nape. The thin, ripple-pattern chain drooped down the graceful outline of her back, which looked sexy and unique.

However...

As soon her face went live on the big screen, whispers started under the stage.

"It's her, right? Just now when I browsed Twitter, I saw her on popular topics." Some audiences took out their cell phones, itching to confirm it on Twitter.

"It's her! Rumor has it when her mother passed away three years ago, she showed her true color. Her life became decadent and messy. Addicted to alcohol and drugs, she even got an illegitimate child whose father is unknown!" Some of them knew about the gossip and elaborated vividly.

"How could such a person deserve the reward? Among other things, how could she serve the president? That's President of the USA we are talking about! If a promiscuous drug addict becomes the image consultant, wouldn't other countries laugh at us?" Someone said indignantly.