He is Xie Yanci: self-disciplined, refined, and wielding immense power, a distant flower on a mountain peak whom no one dares profane. She is Jiang Chiye, the rose in his forbidden garden, raised and cherished by his own hand: bright, passionate, and untouchable.
Jiang Chiye had a tragic childhood, but ever since Xie Yanci brought her home to the Xie family, he has indulged her without restraint. And so her love for him grew wild with every passing day of his indulgence.
Until her eighteenth birthday. In front of everyone, she shattered the shackles of calling him “Uncle.” In a red dress like a flame, she looked at him with undisguised passion. “Xie Yanci, I like you. I don't want you to be my uncle anymore. I want you to love me.”
Those words upended thirty years of his calm, celibate life.
Xie Yanci began deliberately keeping his distance, but this thorny red rose insisted on pursuing him. She blocked the study late at night, pretending to be upset so he would hug her; she lingered in his office and openly flirted with him; and when he let his guard down, she even gave him a shy yet resolute, passionate first kiss.
“You raised me for twelve years, Xie Yanci. You have to take responsibility for me to the very end.” A possessive obsession lurked in her eyes.
He was the only light in her darkness. Jiang Chiye wanted Xie Yanci all to herself: all his love, and a lifetime of surrendering to her...
She was the sole exception in his world of restraint. Faced with this long-scheming red rose, Xie Yanci's resolve crumbled again and again. “Jiang Chiye, don't push me,” he rasped, though his eyes could not hide the surging emotion within.
She rose onto her toes and hooked an arm around his neck, her red lips close to his ear. “But you're enjoying this, aren't you, Uncle?”
