Fluorescent lights hummed overhead as reporters surged forward, microphones held like spears. The air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and nervous energy. Just two days ago, they’d been calling Li Qianyan a gold-digger—a young beauty who’d slept her way to wealth. Now? Now she was officially on his arm, and everyone knew the man wouldn’t shed a tear if she set him on fire.

The crowd murmured, pointing at the couple. Li Qianyan leaned against the stern face of Li MoHan, rubbing her nose against his collarbone like a cat. Beside her, the ice prince of the business world—Tian City’s most eligible bachelor—puffed out his chest. He’d never looked so smug.

“Lì president,” one reporter dared to ask, “Whose side are you on today? The fiery young wife or the cold CEO?”

Li MoHan’s eyes narrowed. He smelled expensive cologne, but her skin still tugged at his collar. Years of being a wolf in a human’s body had nothing on her ability to corner him. He took the mic, his voice low.