A Contract Kiss, and the Coldhearted Tycoon Loses Control

Jiang Zhimiao thought she was trying to hook a cold fish from the deep.

Only later did she learn that he had been hunting her all along.

He Yan Ci, the man in power in Beijing's elite circles, was cold and heartless, a frost-covered mountain no one dared approach.

Until one rainy night, a young woman named Jiang Zhimiao stopped his car and handed him her business card through the window, her eyes shining like stars.

“Mr. He, be my exclusive model for three months, and I'll let you invest in my ambition.”

He pinched the thin card and scoffed at her audacity.

She thought he was an ordinary investor, someone she could put a price on. He thought she was a little bird trying to marry into wealth, someone he could play with and then leave behind.

So they agreed on three rules: no romance, only profits and losses, and a clean break when the term was up.

But later...

When her design was falsely accused of plagiarism, he quietly turned the entire judging panel against itself to defend her.

When the young master of the He family called her “sister-in-law” in front of everyone, he pinned her against the car door that night, his eyes frighteningly dark. “Jiang Zhimiao, who gave you permission to accept flowers from the He family?”

All of Beijing waited to see her fall, only to watch He Yan Ci personally raise her to the top.

Everyone eventually realized: she hadn't been the one to pursue him.

It was the hand she had reached out to a dying boy on a foreign street all those years ago that had sent her into the grip of his ten-year obsession.

“She isn't prey that wandered into my territory.

She's the only light I've wanted to make mine, after waiting for her through more than three thousand nights.”