Li Yan sat alone in his private office on the 88th floor of Li Corporation, the skyline behind him bathed in the soft hues of twilight.
The city below was loud and restless, but up here, it was silent.
Just the way he liked it.
He glanced at the tablet in his hand—Feng Xiao Xiao's updated profile.
Age: 17
Background: Heiress of the Feng family.
Known for: Scandals. Recklessness. Temper.
And yet… the girl who stood before him two days ago was none of those things.
She didn't cry. She didn't beg. She didn't throw insults like last time.
She looked him in the eye and said, "Let's make this engagement work."
Calm. Controlled. Almost… dangerous.
Had she been pretending back then, or is she pretending now?
He had no time for spoiled heiresses. The marriage arrangement was originally a favor to Old Master Feng, a man he respected deeply, one of the few who had stood beside his family during turbulent years.
But he had never expected anything from Feng Xiao Xiao—except trouble.
And yet now, she intrigued him.
He tapped the desk lightly with a long finger. His assistant, Zhou Wei, stepped in.
"Yes, sir?"
"Dig deeper into Feng Xiao Xiao," Li Yan said, his tone sharp and cold. "I want everything. Past, present. Especially recent behavior."
Zhou Wei nodded. "Right away. Is there something wrong?"
"No," Li Yan said. "That's exactly the problem. She's too... right."
He stood, walking to the window, eyes sweeping over the city.
People often said he had no heart. That he was ruthless, emotionless, untouchable. He didn't mind the labels—they kept the weak away.
But Xiao Xiao… she had changed.
He saw it in her eyes.
The question was—why?
And how long would it last?
Because if she was playing a game… he'd be the first to flip the board.