All-Consuming Obsession

Li Ying got involved with a third-generation elite circle she had no business reaching for. When the spoiled young master Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had nowhere to run. After one fleeting glimpse of the Xu family heir, Xu Jingxi, she was captivated. The Xu family stood at the pinnacle of power in the capital, and only he could break the deadlock. On a snowy night, beside the door of a G-Class SUV, she rose on her toes and cupped her hand around Xu Jingxi’s cigarette to shield its flame. The man held the cigarette to his lips and leaned slightly toward her. His refined face was half-shadowed against the light. The ember flickered faintly between them. She saw his calm, detached eyes lift, little by little. “What do you want?” Li Ying: “Whatever you’re willing to give.” Someone warned her, “That Xu Jingxi has built himself a tower of power. He’s consumed by ambition to the very bone. Love is a needless thing to someone like him. What could you possibly stake against him for a title?” He kept her by his side only to stave off his loneliness. He was just playing a part. She never wanted a title, and she left the capital to put on an art exhibition. She had just packed her bags and entered the elevator when Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center. He hooked a finger through the delicate chain at the base of her throat and pulled her back as she tried to retreat. ** That Valentine’s night, every luxury room at a five-star hotel within the Third Ring Road was booked. Someone saw that Mr. Xu had taken over the BVG Hotel. What Li Ying remembered best was the man kneeling on the bed, his robe hanging loose, a pen cap between his teeth. He held a gold pen and traced three characters in slender gold script along her collarbone: Xu Jingxi.