In her previous life, Du Yufei was Zhou Geshu's replacement fiancée, summoned whenever he pleased. He drained her bone marrow, then she died in a carefully planned car plunge into the deep sea. Only as she lay dying did she learn that the only woman in his heart was Feng Sha, the socialite who had returned from abroad.
When she opened her eyes, she had been reborn on the eve of breaking off the engagement.
In the shadows of a luxurious suite, Zuo Yu, the business magnate feared throughout Haicheng, held her captive in his arms. Sweat slid down his sharply defined jaw, and his breath was scorching. “You flirt with me and then think you can leave? Miss Du, do you take me for a charity?”
Facing the man who had sunk into the icy sea to save her in her previous life, Du Yufei no longer dodged him. Her snow-white wrist climbed over his shoulder, drawing a bone-deep shiver from everyone in the room.
At dawn, she took the breakup agreement Zhou Geshu had deigned to offer and signed it with a cold laugh.
Zhou Geshu thought she would come crawling back in the end. He had no idea that just around the corner, the city's most valuable Rolls-Royce was already bowing its head and opening its door for her.
From a disgraced castoff to the mastermind behind a hundred-billion-yuan empire, every time she showed her edge, the same cold, abstinent business emperor stood behind her, murmuring in a low voice, “Feifei, had enough fun? Time to come back to the room and settle last night's score.”
