On her way to see her boyfriend, Shen Tang’s taxi is unexpectedly rear-ended and stalls.
Amid the rainy night chaos, the other driver is polite and apologetic, even offering her an umbrella and to give her a ride.

In the back seat of a Rolls-Royce sits a man of noble status, hidden in the dim lighting. His gold-rimmed glasses exude refinement, and in a calm Cantonese tone, he says:
“Miss, I apologize.”

Shen Tang bites her lip. “Can you drive faster? My boyfriend is waiting for me.”

—

They meet again at her boyfriend’s birthday banquet.
The man sits composed at the head seat, and her boyfriend respectfully calls him: “Uncle Jiu.”

Only then does Shen Tang realize—
This man is Wen Hezhi, the decision-maker of the Wen family, the most elite family in Hong Kong. He’s also known in the business world as a refined-faced demon—cold, ruthless, and disinterested in women.

She feels like she’s being stared at by a venomous snake. When she looks back,
All she sees is Wen Hezhi’s polite, gentle smile as he calmly wipes his glasses.
He softly asks, “Is something the matter?”
As if all her unease was just her own illusion.

—

To the public, Wen Hezhi is a man to be both feared and respected. Some say he’s a beast in a gentleman’s skin, cunning and emotionless.
But only his driver of over ten years knows the truth.

That rainy night, when the taxi ahead kept stopping and starting,
The man in the backseat looked up from his documents and said with refined calm:
“Hit it.”

When Wen Hezhi wants something, he always plans ahead meticulously—and takes it by any means necessary.
After all, they weren’t married yet, were they?

Later, when the ex-boyfriend comes back begging for another chance,
He finds Shen Tang has locked herself in her room.
He gently knocks, “Tangtang, are you in there?”

Behind the closed door, unknown to anyone,
Wen Hezhi’s fingers slowly trail across her cheek. His voice is soft and seductive:
“Baby, tell him to leave.”