A Refined Scoundrel

Blurb: Although his name is Chu Siwen, deep down he's a scoundrel. There's a saying, "a refined-looking scoundrel," and Zhou Fan thinks it was practically coined for Chu Siwen. He looks impeccably dressed and respectable on the outside... Ahem! Respectable-looking, anyway. In truth, he's rotten to the core beneath a polished exterior, always wearing thin-framed glasses to act all refined. Chu Siwen is thirty-eight now. In his own words, uh, that number is terribly unlucky. Extremely, unbelievably unlucky. It's practically a curse. Otherwise, how could he have met Zhou Fan, that domineering, calculating bastard, at this age?

The story begins on that night...