“A business marriage?
A contract romance?
Everyone laughs that Jiang Yu’an keeps me like a pet, holding me by the scruff of my neck.
But when he grips my waist late at night and says, ‘Lin Xiaoman, you can’t get away,’ I slip a tracking chip into his suit pocket.
A possessive, unhinged man × a sweet-faced, calculating hunter. In this game of control, who will drown first in whose dimples?
The night of the jewelry exhibition, I slap Jiang Group’s trade secrets against his chest. ‘Mr. Jiang, now it’s your turn to call me Master.’”
