Everyone says, “Don’t mess with Jiang Jingchen.” The capital empire he commands can take you straight to the top, or ruin you beyond redemption.
I thought this was a mutually beneficial deal, and that I was the sharpest blade in his hand.
Until he backed me into a corner and rasped, “Wen Lan, I make the rules of this game. You want out? Did you ask me first?”
I smiled sweetly, tracing a finger over his heart. “Mr. Jiang, don’t forget, you were the one who fell for me first.”
This high-stakes gamble began with a scheme. The wager is simple: which of us will be the first to give away our heart?
