In the dark of the night, while Ruan Ji finally drifted off to sleep, still half-buried under her warm blankets, her phone was dimming beside her pillow. At the same time, a ripple of chaos unfolded miles away.
Inside a sleek, minimalist penthouse office atop one of the tallest buildings in the city, Xuanyuan Ye sat at his desk, a glowing monitor before him, a report open on his screen… untouched for the past fifteen minutes.
The man known for being calm, emotionless, and impossibly efficient, was now staring blankly at his phone screen, in the last message she sent.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, setting his phone face down, only to turn it face up again five seconds later.
He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting against his chin, the other absently clicking a pen that wasn't even in use.
His jaw was tight.
His thoughts?
All wrong.
