Miss Qiao Married Someone Else, and President Pei Knelt to Beg Her Back

The panting in the art gallery had barely faded when Pei Siyan brushed the sweat-damp hair at Qiao Yi's temple. “What the cameras captured belongs to me alone.” Three years of tenderness shattered at his mocking words: “She was nothing but a pawn I used to get revenge on the Qiao family.” On a rainy night, Qiao Yi clutched her drenched phone, her voice breaking. “Dad, I'm going to Paris.” Under the camera flashes, she wore a red dress like a flame and looked down at Pei Siyan as he raised his bidding paddle for her painting. “The inspiration for Countdown came from the ‘instructional video’ you personally recorded. I owe you for that.” Gu Yichen's fingertips brushed the wound on her arm, his gray eyes turning frosty. “You think the fire was an accident? Every step he took toward you was calculated.” After the auction, she stumbled upon a wall covered with portraits of herself. The man hid a diamond ring in a paint box. “The most ingenious trap is one the prey willingly falls into.”