At three in the morning, Su Qingyuan was working late in the office, reviewing documents.
She was the youngest female CEO in Shanghai, beautiful and intelligent, and had never believed in ghosts or gods.
Then everything went black, and she collapsed by the elevator.
When she awoke, a man was pressing a glowing hand to her forehead.
She asked, "What are you doing?"
He replied, "Saving you."
"What's that in your hand?"
"...Spiritual energy."
"Who are you?"
"Lin Yan. I'm here to bid on a project."
Three seconds later, he said the words that shattered her entire worldview:
"Ms. Su, I'm a cultivator."
Su Qingyuan thought she might still be dreaming.
Even more fantastical, he said her constitution was called a "Pure Yin Spirit Body," the kind of delicacy that evil cultivators dreamed of devouring. An organization called the Netherworld Hall had already set its sights on her.
"If you want to stay alive," he said, "I have to live at your place and protect you around the clock."
Su Qingyuan stared at him for ten seconds.
Then she took out a contract and added a clause: The second party must provide round-the-clock security.
Lin Yan: ...
Lin Yan: Fine.
On the first day of living together, she discovered that he didn't eat, drink, or sleep.
In the first week, she found herself looking forward to him picking her up after work.
In the first month, he stood in front of her, covered in blood, and for the first time her eyes reddened.
"Lin Yan, will you regret meeting me?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I chose you. Anyone who dares touch you will make an enemy of the whole world out of me."
Beautiful, Mr. Su loves it