Prologue In the late night, the goddess of night Ji Mengtang steps down from her car, walking wearily into the high-end apartment in Tianmu. She moves gracefully, walking through the magnificent Roman column entrance steps, her new CD high heels clicking on the natural marble tiles, creating a crisp sound. After swiping her card into the high-ceilinged and imposing hall, she heads directly to the private elevator. In the elevator, she lazily runs her white fingers through her slightly messy big wavy hair, suddenly feeling an eerie sense of being watched. She slowly looks up, staring coldly and sarcastically at the surveillance camera above. Without effort, she knows who is watching her through the surveillance system! He can control her movements, monitor her actions, but don’t even think about touching her heart! Her heart is hidden in a very secret, very safe place, and he will never find it in this lifetime! Reluctantly, she exits the elevator, deliberately walking at the slowest pace towards the only residential door on this floor, preparing to press the doorbell. She has a key but never uses it, partly because she doesn’t acknowledge this as her home, and partly because she likes making that noble, lofty person open the door for her personally. Just as she raises her hand, her slender white fingers about to touch the uniquely designed doorbell, the door is opened from inside. She raises her eyebrows, her indifferent beautiful eyes staring directly at the man standing inside, glaring at her disapprovingly. Actually, if one sets aside hatred, objectively speaking, he is indeed an extremely handsome man. Narrow and sharp eyes, straight nose bridge, thin and sarcastic lips, a slim and tall body – his overall appearance slightly leans towards delicate, yet so beautiful!
Gao Zhongwei was her senior and boyfriend, whom she met at the freshman welcome dance the year she was admitted to university. His attentive daily pickups and warm, considerate care won her heart, and they had been together ever since, though he sometimes had small flaws, such as now—
”How can you expect me to calm down? I passed the NTU Business Research Institute exam!” The boy ignored her words and continued to shout in a high-pitched tone: “That exam is harder than any exam you can imagine. There are probably very few people who can pass it on the first try like me!”
