At sixteen, in early summer, she stepped into the frame and sweetly said, “Hello, Uncle.”
At eighteen, on a stormy night, she stood before him with a cold expression and said, “That’s none of your business.”
At twenty-two, at a celebration banquet, she splashed his million-yuan custom suit in front of everyone. “Congratulations, Mr. Yan. You’ve finally made me your number one enemy.”
At twenty-six, during a merger deal, he locked her in the top-floor conference room. The sound of him tugging off his tie was raspier than the sound of a contract being torn.
“Miss Zhou, the moment you threw that drink at me when you were twenty-two...
“I wanted to stain you just like this.”
Later, she broke into the hidden compartment in his study. On the yellowed pages, the faded handwriting read:
College entrance exam application records (backed up)
Security footage of the drink-throwing incident (destroyed)
Market research report (sent)
So, in this game of mismatched timing,
he was the one who had pressed rewind first.
Uncle Yan, Mr. Yan, Yan Shi: which one are you, really?
Classmate Shuyao, Shuyao, President Zhou: when will I finally be able to hold you?
★ A cool, sensual corporate tycoon × a sweet-looking but dark and volatile heiress
★ She pursues him, then turns the tables / dangerously seductive suits / two strong-willed lovers who clash and fall in love
★ “When you first smiled at me, I never thought we’d end up like this.”
★ “Every chance encounter was part of my plan. Every rejection was you pressing rewind.”
