The starlight over Yuncheng was dim beside the dazzling lights of the Xichuan International Hotel. Ling Yunchuan, the domineering CEO of Yunchuan Group, stood at the center of the reception, looking down on the elite around him. His presence was as unmatched as his business empire.
Yet when his gaze fell on a figure dressed in black, it was as if the world had stopped. Jing Wanxi, a mysterious woman, appeared before him in a long black dress. Like a thorny rose in the dead of night, she radiated dangerous allure.
"Mr. Ling, my name is Jing Wanxi. I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Her voice was gentle yet firm, and the hand she held out was slender but carried undeniable strength.
Ling Yunchuan paused. He had never imagined that anyone would so boldly enter his field of vision, much less that he would find himself inexplicably intrigued by her.
He reached out and took her hand. The instant their fingers touched, he felt a strange current pass through him. A powerful desire surged within him: to understand this woman, to conquer her, and to make her his alone.
But Jing Wanxi deftly withdrew her hand. A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, as if to say, "You're not enough to make me stay."
