Imprisoned Beauty

As the third-generation head of the Zhou family, Zhou Zechen had always been composed and proper, keeping his distance from women.

He never thought he would fall in love at first sight.

It happened on a rainy day at school.

The girl wore a white dress and a ponytail, revealing her slender, graceful neck.

Amid the misty rain, her skirt swayed as she walked by, poised and graceful, until she stepped beneath the boy’s umbrella.

Zhou Zechen sat in the car, staring at her for a long time without moving. His long-fingered hand reached out the window to touch the cool rain.

From then on, he kept his feelings buried deep.

When they met again, Zhou Zechen was still as elegant and proper as ever, but his dark eyes were fixed on her.

Accustomed to speaking Cantonese, he picked Mandarin back up to accommodate her. “Miss Yao, I have feelings for you.”

Yao Wei nervously refused. “Mr. Zhou, I have a boyfriend…”

He only smiled faintly, courteous and refined. “That’s all right.”

Later, in a luxurious hilltop mansion in Hong Kong.

Another rainy night.

Zhou Zechen held the girl in his arms as she slept, exhausted, and gently brushed away the tears still on her cheeks.

His face was hidden in the dim light, but his gaze burned with intensity.

*

Zhou Zechen had carefully built a cage for Yao Wei.

But he never expected that he would be the one trapped inside.