Shen Qinghuan was a legend in her field, but her career ended when she failed for the seventh time to assassinate Lu Chenzhou.
The young master even thoughtfully handed her a bodyguard employment contract. It offered ten times her usual pay, with an additional clause:
“Party A will provide unlimited assassination practice until Party B meets her KPI.”
Shen Qinghuan: …Is this an insult to my professionalism?
Grinding her teeth, she took the job, planning to get close and wait for an opportunity. But every time she made a move, he would critique her with pinpoint accuracy:
“The knife is angled three degrees off.”
“The poison dose is sufficient, but it evaporates too quickly.”
Then an underground casino opened a high-stakes betting pool: when would she kill him, or climb into his bed?
Lu Chenzhou personally bet a hundred million on the latter.
That night, he trapped her between his arm and the door, his breath scorching hot.
“Want to make a deal? If we win, we split it in half… or,” he lowered his head and kissed the pulse in her neck, “I can teach you the seventh method, the only one that will work, to ‘assassinate’ me.”
