Don't Mess With the Young Lady, She's the Beloved Darling of Beijing's Elite

[Brooding playboy heir + rebellious heiress + intense push and pull + overt flirting and covert seduction + seizing the chance to rise in status + the second male lead's long road to winning her back] Song Tang and her first love were together for three years before he abruptly broke up with her. Just as she was getting over the relationship, someone set her up, and she ended up in a powerful man's bed. After a night of passion, Song Tang thought they would go their separate ways. Unexpectedly, they met again at the hospital the next day. The man in the white shirt was refined and aloof, with an air of cold restraint. He examined her and said, “Take off your pants. I'll check you.” Mistaking him for a doctor filling in temporarily, Song Tang swallowed her irritation, lay down, and followed his instructions, letting him do as he pleased. Afterward, she realized he had used the doctor's identity as an excuse to make a move on her. Flushed with embarrassment, Song Tang hurried out of the hospital. Lu Jingchuan chased after her and pulled her into his car, revealing his ulterior motives: “Song Tang, you have to take responsibility for me.” Song Tang tried to pay Lu Jingchuan off, only to walk straight into the trap he'd set. She hid in the restroom and cried, but he caught her red-handed. Leaning against the wall, he grinned wickedly. “You're crying over a man like this? Have some self-respect. Find someone else. Look at me, for instance. I'm pretty great.” Song Tang couldn't stand this man who was always laughing at her, but somehow their relationship kept getting more tangled, like a rope twisting tighter and tighter. Before she knew it, she'd become his secretary. In public, he was strictly business, an impartial and iron-fisted boss. But once the office door closed, he turned into a sly wolf. “Secretary Song, that wasn't good enough. We'll have to do it a few more times.” Song Tang poked him in the chest. “Mr. Lu, please behave yourself.” Lu Jingchuan pinned her against the desk. “Behave myself? You can stop pretending to be demure. It's too late.”