Everyone in Beijing's elite circle knows that Pei Wang, head of the Pei family, is aloof and ascetic, with ruthless methods, an untouchable flower on a high peak.
And Qi Ye, the young master of the Qi family, is rebellious and unruly, a notorious little menace.
Then, one rainy season, a torrential downpour trapped all three of them together.
Jiang Zhiyi found a stunning “girl,” soaked through and trembling, with a face identical to Pei Wang's.
Qi Ye fell in love with the “girl” at first sight and launched a frantic search across the city. “Turn the earth upside down if you have to, but find my Aman!”
Only Jiang Zhiyi, looking at the refined Pei Wang before her, pointed at the red mark on his collarbone and smiled knowingly.
“President Pei, the person Qi Ye is looking for… seems to be you?”
Later, word got around that Qi Ye had brought people to blockade the Pei Group building to snatch someone away.
But there was Pei Wang, usually as immaculate as a Buddha, clutching Jiang Zhiyi's clothes in the pouring rain, his eyes rimmed red and his voice hoarse.
“Zhiyi, don't pay attention to that idiot… Hold me.”
