“Brother... I’m willing!”
“Good.”
At the engagement party, Lin Luxi tugs at Gu Jingmo’s sleeve and acts pitiful, waiting for him to turn and walk away. Instead, he takes her hand and brushes his thumb across the back of it.
“Trying to bait me? Then do it properly.”
She gives him a burnt sandwich, and he eats it without changing expression. She pretends to be hopeless at math, and he wraps his arms around her from behind, guiding her hand as he writes out the formulas. She goes to a nightclub dressed like a wild party girl, and he rushes over, wraps her in his coat, and wipes the lipstick from her lips in the car
“Sweet.”
Lin Luxi is stunned. This isn’t how the script is supposed to go.
Until she discovers three letters engraved inside the Buddhist prayer beads he never takes off: LLX. Their edges are smooth, worn down by years of handling.
“Don’t lose the beads. I’ll check tomorrow.”
“Good night, Luxi.”
It turns out she was never the hunter.
That marriage alliance was a trap he had set himself.
The beads the Buddhist heir had kept for ten years bore her name.
She was caught in his trap before she knew it.
