The Gu family, the most powerful household in the capital, and the Wen family, a dynasty of doctors, had been close friends for three generations. A calamity twenty years ago drove the families apart, and they never spoke again.
When Wen Qing was seven, she once leaned over the wall outside the Gu family’s home and called to the taciturn boy there, “Brother Si Heng, when I grow up, I’m going to marry you!”
The boy gave her a cold look and walked away.
Fifteen years later.
Wen Qing had become a struggling medical student, working part-time as a bartender to pay off her debts. One late night, Gu Si Heng, a man who ruled the capital with an iron fist, walked in with a glamorous woman at his side.
Wen Qing smiled and handed him a drink called “Not Going Home Tonight.” “Sir, your drink.”
Gu Si Heng stared at her for three seconds, then suddenly grabbed her wrist. His voice was low and hoarse. “Wen Qing, you said you’d marry me. Doesn’t that still count?”
He was the moon she had secretly loved since childhood, hanging high in the sky, beyond her reach.
And he was a hunter who had waited fifteen years, laying his plans step by step, just for her to walk right into his trap.
A twelve-year age gap, feuding family friends, and a secret crush come true.
This sweet romance among the wealthy was, from the very beginning, a reunion he had plotted for years.
He was a restrained, patient hunter, laying his plans step by step, just for her to walk right into his trap.
And she was a moonbeam drawn to the flames, destined to fall into his arms ever since she was three.
