Among the wealthy and powerful of Jing City, Zheng Ziye is the one who inspires the most fear.
He's also the one people find hardest to resist. His physique, looks, and bearing are all top-notch.
Years ago, Xia Motong received a kindness from Zheng Ziye, and she hadn't been able to forget him for a single day since.
But Zheng Ziye clearly didn't remember her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left a check for 500,000 yuan by her pillow after waking up one morning following a night of drinking.
Xia Motong thought that was the end of things between them, and that they'd go back to being strangers.
A few days later, after finishing an elective class, she was about to head back to her dorm when a black Cullinan parked downstairs caught her eye.
Even more eye-catching was the man inside.
Zheng Ziye rolled down the window and looked at her with eyes that were both tender and cold. "You left a bracelet at my place. Want to come with me to get it?"
Whenever Xia Motong went to Zheng Ziye's apartment, she couldn't leave until the next morning.
She knew Zheng Ziye had no feelings for her, only physical needs, but she was still willing to be his weekend lover.
Zheng Ziye had many habits. For example, he smoked a cigarette afterward, didn't like perfume on her, and disliked kissing people.
He didn't know that Xia Motong had habits of her own. For example, every time, she really wanted to kiss him.
This kind of relationship was bound to end one day.
Xia Motong was the one who ended things. She couldn't warm Zheng Ziye's heart and decided to stop being foolish.
After they broke up, she tried every day to quit Zheng Ziye.
To quit his voice, his scent, his body.
But again and again, she failed.
After graduating from university, dozens of top companies offered her jobs.
By a twist of fate, she ended up at Zheng Ziye's company.
Only then did Xia Motong realize she'd been set up.
She couldn't leave. Zheng Ziye always found a way to keep her under his control.
At work, Xia Motong never gave Zheng Ziye the time of day.
At night, by the floor-to-ceiling window in his home, she'd picked up his habits and turned her face aside to refuse his kiss.
Zheng Ziye held her face and forced her lips apart.
"Baby," he said, suddenly tender, his voice even coaxing, "I've been thinking about you every day lately."
* A ruthless, calculating business tycoon × an ordinary, gentle female university student;
* Eight-year age gap; both virgins; a secret crush comes true; explicit content.
Blurb written on 2025.6.6, archived.
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