"Sir, let me buy you a drink."
She smiled brilliantly and poured all the red wine in her glass over his greasy face.
On the first day back in the country, Fu Jinzhi, the capital's beloved sweetheart, splashed wine on a sleazy tycoon, slapped the head of the Qin family, and happened to witness the melodramatic spectacle of her ex-boyfriend and his replacement.
No one knew she'd dreamed of a deadly trap.
In the dream, the Fu family went bankrupt. She was hunted down, hit by a car, and died alone on a street where no one cared. Not one of the men whose lives she'd once brightened came to save her.
After waking up, Fu Jinzhi wanted to know just one thing: why should she be the one to die?
She wouldn't get married, be anyone's unattainable sweetheart, or save anyone.
But to break free from the chains of an arranged marriage, she needed a shield in the form of someone no one dared to provoke.
After searching all of the capital, only one person fit the bill: Qin Congyue.
Cold as iron, solid as a mountain. Rumor had it he'd never had a woman by his side.
Fu Jinzhi changed out of her high heels and into a little white dress. In the elevator, she "accidentally" stumbled into his arms and deliberately left behind a pearl earring.
She thought she was fishing.
That is, until the man appeared in front of her, holding her earring, his voice low and husky:
"You dropped this. And about that slap last time, how do you plan to make it up to me, Miss Fu?"
Fu Jinzhi: ...Looks like I hooked something incredible.
