* Macau's powerful elite x a pampered heiress from Beijing's social circle
Blurb:
On Wen Die's twentieth birthday, her friends throw her a party at the Ritz Lounge in Macau, while also congratulating her on getting away from her cheating scumbag ex, Zhao Hechuan.
After a few glasses of whiskey, Wen Die's eyes grow hazy. There are plenty of good men in the world. She refuses to believe she can't find someone better.
She looks around and sets her sights on a man sitting in a booth not far away.
He has a relaxed, unruffled air and exudes an aura of wealth. His black suit is impeccably tailored, paired with a black shirt of equally fine fabric. Soft lights overhead cast a cool, porcelain sheen over his handsome, aloof face.
Wen Die swallows. Now there's a real catch.
Holding a bottle of liquor, she suddenly stands and sways her way over to him. In a sweet, coquettish voice, she says, "Sir, I feel like we were meant to meet."
It's a tired pickup line, but the man plays along. "Oh?"
Wen Die stumbles down beside him. Perhaps it's the alcohol, but she practically falls on top of him. Her delicate hand, soft as boneless silk, slides slowly down the buttons of his shirt. Her cheeks flush with desire, making her look both innocent and alluring. "So, should we do something... grown-ups do?"
The man gives a faint laugh and holds down her restless hand. His voice is husky and sexy. "Sorry, I'm not interested in drunk women."
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Later, Wen Die finally realizes that the catch she had pursued was a very powerful man.
Pei Shao, head of the Pei family of Macau, is the Jade-Faced Yama of the rumors, ruthless, sinister, and feared by all.
They say his love life has always been spotless, and he never gets involved with women.
Wen Die rubs her aching waist, feeling both angry and annoyed that he deliberately hid his identity from her.
Just as she's preparing to come clean and run away, Pei Shao spends a fortune at auction on a rare pink diamond, cut into the shape of a butterfly in flight.
He puts it on her himself and asks leisurely, "Do you know what it's called?"
Wen Die is taken aback and gently shakes her head.
His ambiguous, smoldering breath brushes her ear as Pei Shao says, "Butterfly Catcher."
He unties the ribbon from the gift box and winds it around her slender, pale wrists, binding her hands together in a pretty bow.
The corner of his mouth curves in a bewitching smile. "Little butterfly, now we can do all the... things that only grown-ups can do."
No one knows that on the night at the Ritz Lounge, he had been waiting all along to catch a butterfly that would fly straight into his net.
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Bonus scene:
One day, the Pei family suddenly announces that Pei Shao is married.
The wedding is lavish and magnificent, a clear sign of how much he cherishes Mrs. Pei.
During the newlyweds' toast, Zhao's father, who needs a favor from Pei Shao, secretly kicks his good-for-nothing son and scolds him. "Greet them! How can you be so rude to your elders?"
Zhao Hechuan lowers his head. First, he respectfully says, "Uncle." Then he looks up at his ex-girlfriend, as beautiful as the moon. He isn't willing to accept it, but he can only grit his teeth and say, "Auntie."
Wen Die smiles faintly and hands him a red envelope. "Good boy. This is for the younger generation. Take it."
Reading guide:
1. Both leads are virgins. The heroine and her ex-boyfriend never did anything intimate beyond holding hands.
2. The cover is authorized for use and is non-exclusive. Artist: Zhuo Susu.
3. Weibo: @Yi Ping Xia Xiaojiu
Theme: Cherish others, cherish yourself.
