[Shanghai Heiress vs. Beijing Elite]
The first time they meet, it’s in a garden late at night. Pei Zhiheng’s men are dragging away a blood-soaked body, its fate unknown.
Tan Ran hides behind a rockery, holding her breath.
The man raises her face with the cold blade of a knife. “Afraid to die?”
At that moment, Tan Ran thinks he’s a gang boss who harvests kidneys through ritual suicide.
She’s so frightened that she falls ill.
Their second meeting is accidental. To avoid suspicion, she pretends to have a stomachache, only to be caught pinching her nose as she gulps down a bowl of herbal medicine.
The third time, she goes to see him of her own accord.
Her fiancé is a womanizer, and Tan Ran needs Pei Zhiheng as her protector.
“Mr. Pei, you’ll help me, right?”
He turns the teacup in his fingers, his eyes dark as ink. “Clever people are always likable.”
Later, Tan Ran jokes, “He pursued me, but I turned him down.”
She has no idea the man is standing outside the door, hearing every word.
She thinks their partnership is about to end, but he’s already plotting how to make her joke come true.
“Though dusk is near, the sunset is beautiful,” Tan Ran sighs as she watches the evening glow.
Pei Zhiheng comes over and sits beside her. “The sunset is lovely, but not as lovely as you.”
