Rain on the High Seas

[Arrogant, calculating playboy × sharp, rational dealer who minds her own business] [Ensemble cast + wealthy-family intrigue + mutual hunting + suspense]

Fu Yanci’s recklessness was a mask he wore for the world. Street racing, gambling with his life, extreme sports: only that instant when death came close could remind him he was still breathing. His secretive side was the real him.

Su Xing had the kind of clarity that only came from clawing her way up from the bottom. She was a hunter with the face of prey. She didn’t say much, but every word struck a vital spot.

Their confrontation began at a card table. She didn’t care. He couldn’t let go.

He said women were a pastime, not a way of life. She said, “Who you are has nothing to do with me.”

He thought he was pursuing her; she thought she was using him. Later, he realized she had been standing on his chessboard all along. Later, she admitted she had never understood his game from the start.

She took one step back, and he took one forward. She went into hiding, and he turned the whole casino upside down to force her out. She didn’t want him in the game, but he insisted. The more she forbade him, the more he wanted in.

Thirty coins. She said they would talk once she had saved enough. She never said what would happen after that. He never asked.

But he knew that once you’ve seen certain people, you can never forget them.