Li Ying got involved with a circle of powerful heirs she had no business reaching for. When the playboy Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had nowhere to hide.
One fleeting glance at Xu Jingxi, the heir to the Xu family, left her heart in turmoil. The Xu family stood at the pinnacle of power in the capital, and only he could turn the tables.
On a snowy night, beside the door of a G-Class Mercedes, she rose onto her toes and cupped her hand around Xu Jingxi's cigarette to light it.
The man held the cigarette between his lips and leaned slightly toward her. His elegant face was half-hidden in the shadows against the light. The ember flickered faintly between them. His eyes were calm and detached as he slowly raised them. "What do you want?"
Li Ying: "Whatever you can give me."
Someone had warned her, "That Xu Jingxi built himself a lofty tower. He's steeped to the bone in a deep hunger for power. Love is superfluous to a man like him. What do you have to gamble for a place by his side?"
She understood that Xu Jingxi kept her around simply because he was lonely and wanted a diversion.
He treated it all as a game, and she never sought a title. She turned around and left the capital to hold an art exhibition.
She had just packed her bags and stepped into the elevator when Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center of it. He hooked a finger through the delicate bone necklace at her throat and pulled her back as she tried to retreat.
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That Valentine's Day, rooms at luxury hotels within the Third Ring Road were impossible to come by. Someone spotted that Mr. Xu had booked out the entire BVG Hotel.
What Li Ying remembered most was the man kneeling halfway over the bed, his bathrobe hanging open. He bit the cap of a pen while tracing the three characters Xu Jingxi in slender gold-script calligraphy beside her collarbone.
