On a rainy night in Binhai City, designer Su Wan stood at a bus stop, drenched and miserable, when a Bentley came to a quiet stop nearby. Lu Tingyuan, the cold and imposing man in the back seat, offered her silent shelter. It was the beginning of a turning point in her life.
She had been an ordinary person in an ordinary world, yet time and again she was swept into extraordinary turmoil. When thugs surrounded her, he appeared with a group of men in black. “You dare lay a hand on one of my people?” His words silenced everyone. When her design was plagiarized, the rival company somehow fell into crisis, and he merely said, “The problem’s taken care of.”
Lu Tingyuan ruled the city’s underworld, accustomed to controlling everything with ruthless force. Only with Su Wan did he harbor a tenderness he barely recognized. He shielded her from hidden attacks, cleared every obstacle from her path, and took her under his protection, allowing no one to harm her.
“We don’t belong to the same world.” Su Wan gazed at the scars on his palm and glimpsed the darkness behind them. He took her chin between his fingers, his gaze burning. “The moment I met you, our worlds became one.”
When his enemies saw her as his weakness, and old feuds came calling with bloodshed, Lu Tingyuan was willing to stir up the storm to keep her safe. He was a mob boss with ink-stained hands, yet he gave her a love untouched by the world’s grime. Their entanglement, begun on a rainy night, burned away every worldly barrier in the blaze of passion and devotion.
