The Heiress of Harbor City Trapped in an Old Mansion in the Capital

Li Wanxing landed at Kyoto Airport, where Xie Chengyuan’s Rolls-Royce drove straight onto the tarmac.

“Miss Li, Kyoto’s snow can devour people.” He rolled his prayer beads between his fingers, his smile gentle and refined.

She tore up the billion-yuan contract in front of everyone. “Mr. Xie, I don’t do business with living King Yamas.”

Three days later, all her Hong Kong accounts were frozen, and her bodyguards turned against her.

Trapped in the Xie family’s century-old mansion, Li Wanxing kicked a priceless antique porcelain vase to pieces.

Xie Chengyuan bent to pick up the shards. “Your brother broke a cup here last year, too.”

The blood in her veins turned to ice. Her brother’s death really was connected to him.