Sun Yian was a prodigal son, ruthless and relentless, yet he also fancied himself as above others, fixated on obtaining a lady's willing affection.
In the past, he hadn't refrained from kidnapping people, but he had never captured a beauty like Xie Zhinuan.
So dazzling in beauty, she seemed beyond worldly reach.
And she wasn't like those other women, wailing and causing a ruckus, anxious and unsettled. She was composed, composed, nor did she cry or weep. Instead, she smiled like blooming flowers, as if everything was under her control.
"Please!" Sun Yian said softly, and then to the servant standing on the side, "Go to the Xie Residence and say that Miss Xie will be delayed. I will personally escort her home later!"
"Yes!" The servant promptly complied.
Upon entering the hall, a pretty maid brought in tea with utmost respect, inviting Xie Zhinuan to partake and stealing a careful glance at her before retreating.
