[Revenge-seeking heiress vs. scheming CEO]
On the first day after returning to the country, Nan Xu ran into a dangerous-looking man in an old alley.
Dressed in a suit, he sat on a greasy plastic stool, leisurely eating sweet-and-sour pork ribs with a knife and fork.
A man was kneeling before him, kowtowing. A boy was trembling. Four or five burly men in black formed an impenetrable wall around them.
The only sound in the entire alley was his chewing.
Though Nan Xu was certain he couldn’t be the person she’d carefully plotted to approach, she still inexplicably raised her phone.
Then, at a Lu family banquet, she discovered that he really was Lu Zhixu, the legendary cold-blooded, stone-faced man who kept his distance from women.
From then on, fate silently bound them together.
She was a down-and-out heiress who had returned under a false identity, determined to uncover the truth behind her parents’ disappearance.
He happened to need a clever, greedy “fiancée” to stir up the murky waters of the Lu family.
It was a deal in which each got what they wanted: she put on an act, and he made his moves.
Until he pinned her against the wall and kissed her with fierce, uncontrollable passion:
“Who are you really looking at through my eyes?”
“Nan Xu, what do I have to do to make you mine?”
“Trade the fall of the Lu Group for me. Do you dare?”
“Fine. Whatever you want.”
