No Tempting Allowed

[Everyone in Shanghai knew that Third Master Gu had no interest in women. That is, until he tore open my qipao in front of everyone at a victory banquet and bit my earlobe with a low laugh. “Miss Shen, you weren’t nearly so chaste when you were beneath me last night, crying and begging me to stop.”]

On the surface, Shen Jingzhe was the top songstress at the Paramount. In secret, she was the most lethal blade in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Gu Beichen was Shanghai’s all-powerful underworld boss, a living King of Hell who killed without batting an eye.

That night, her superior in the Bureau offered her to him as a show of “sincerity.” The Bureau’s secret order read: “Take Gu Beichen’s life within three months. If you fail, eliminate her on the spot.” He said, “Miss Shen, your gun is hidden in your stockings. It’s digging into me.”

She thought she was the hunter.

But he left bullets beneath her pillow, waited for her while she bathed, and pinned her in his study, forcing her to say the name of his late wife. Then, when she lost control, he cupped her face. “You’re not her replacement. You’re the one I’ve waited twenty-one years for.”

Gradually, she discovered that this man, denounced as a “traitor,” had a back covered in old bullet scars, kept coded messages from Chongqing locked in his drawer, and secretly sent medicine to the front with every arms deal he made…

On the night her assassination order expired, she was the sacrifice. In this life, she was his addiction.

Between the sheets, he gripped her waist and made her cry his name again and again. In the darkness, she calculated the perfect angle to take his life.

Until the gunshot rang out. His blood splashed across her face, and he actually smiled as he wiped it away. “Plenty of people have tried to kill me, but you’re the only one I’d willingly die for. Go on, shoot. You’ll be free!”

For the first time, the finger resting on her trigger trembled…