Mo Chuxi turned around unhurriedly, his slender phoenix-shaped eyes lifting slightly. Not far away, a man dressed in a tailored suit walked toward him.
The eldest young master of the Xiao family, Xiao Yiran.
A notorious playboy, but also an ambitious business rival.
Xiao Yiran had a roguishly charming face, with ink-black brows above eyes that sparkled with a mischievous yet cunning glint.
Handsome, undeniably so—countless socialites and actresses were drawn to him like moths to a flame. Yet he was precisely the kind of man who exuded an aura of danger.
Women who threw themselves at him? He wouldn't refuse.
But he'd never grant any woman a second chance to approach him.
Xiao Yiran enjoyed women, but purely for fleeting pleasures. A fling here, a dalliance there—he left his affections scattered everywhere, yet never truly invested his heart.
And the thing he wanted most in this lifetime? To defeat Mo Chuxi! To best Mo Chuxi! To ruin Mo Chuxi!
