Xia Nanyin caught Chen Bainian and Ming Wei kissing in the office.
She didn’t make a scene. She went home, edited the footage of their affair into a three-minute highlight reel, and showed it to Ming Wei’s fiancé, Ming Zhaoxu. "Mr. Ming, your fiancée is sleeping with my husband. Want to see?"
Ming Zhaoxu didn’t watch the video. His expression was cool and detached. "This has nothing to do with me."
She thought for a moment. "Then what would make it your business?"
Later, when Chen Bainian saw her arrive at a banquet on Ming Zhaoxu’s arm, his face turned livid. "Nanyin, have you lost your mind?"
She didn’t know if she had, but she thought the aloof head of the Ming family was the one who was really crazy.
A fiancée’s fiancé and a subordinate’s ex-wife. Their relationship wasn’t separated by one connection, but two.
She wanted out of this dangerous relationship, where every step drew her in deeper.
Ming Zhaoxu stepped in front of her and caught her by the wrist.
"You wandered into my territory," he said calmly, looking down at her. "So don’t leave."
It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.
There is no winter in Singapore. He was the equatorial wind, warm yet cold, blowing a butterfly that had waited eight years into a tropical spider’s web.
