The night Lan Xi witnessed Xing Mu committing murder, she thought she was as good as dead. But instead, the ruthless tycoon locked her inside his mansion and forced her to restore famous paintings, and cure his insomnia.
“If you can’t fix it,” he whispered, biting her earlobe, “you can make it up to me with yourself.”
She ran, he chased, and she had nowhere to escape. Until she discovered that he was somehow connected to the truth behind her family’s brutal deaths.
So she plunged into the sea, leaving him a “corpse.”
Three years later, at an auction in Paris, he cornered her in the restroom, eyes bloodshot. “You lied to me? Hmm?”
She smiled as she held the hand of a boy who looked just like him.
“Xing Mu, get down on your knees and beg me now. You might still have a chance.”
