Everyone said that Cheng Xu, the young master of Xu Ting's family, was a flower on the high mountain, cold and ascetic, and no one could pick it off.
Chu Qingyue didn't believe it.
Chatting up at cocktail parties, discussing proposals, encountering each other in the elevator, working overtime late at night... She calculated every step accurately and thought she had a steady hand on the shotgun.
It wasn't until later that she realized that from the first moment she looked at him while standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with a Coke in her hand, he had already opened that net for her.
**The flower of the high mountain is not a prey, but a hunter waiting for her to fall into the trap. **
