Taken With You

The moment twenty-six-year-old Wang Zeshen laid eyes on eighteen-year-old Liang Qian at his mother's celebration banquet, he knew he was done for. Fresh-faced and achingly beautiful in her simple white tee and denim skirt, she stood out among the opulent crowd—not for her clothes, but for that tense, obedient posture, that ramrod-straight back that hinted at secrets he desperately wanted to unravel. When the banquet ended, he couldn't help himself. He followed her out into the night, pulled up beside her under the streetlamp, and offered her a ride. It was a flimsy excuse, and they both knew i…