Bai Muyan first met Yan Siyan at her father's funeral. A black suit wrapped around his slender frame, his cufflinks reflecting a cold gleam that strongly resembled the sleeve dagger locked inside the glass cabinet in her study—exquisite, dangerous, and not belonging to her.
"Miss Bai." He lowered his gaze to look at her hand clutching the mourning band, her knuckles pale. "Your late father owed the Yan Group thirty million. According to our agreement, you are coming with me."
A drizzle of rain fell upon his brow bone, sliding down his jawline to slip inside his collar. She remembered when she was twelve, during a plum-rain season just like this, she had run into a teenage boy stealing loquats at the back door of the old family estate. The tip of his nose was stained with the fuzz of a green fruit, and his eyes held a mischievous gleam. "Little mute, do you want me to share a piece with you?"
Chapter 52