Huang Yanyan's POV:
It's been weeks since my not-so-little adventure with the Wang family. Since then, Wu Haoyu has taken it upon himself to become my personal watchdog. Every day, it's "Where are you going, Yanyan?" and "Who are you with?" Honestly, I'm not complaining. Getting to see his fine face on the regular is a treat in itself. But let's just say the man is a triple shot of espresso—intense, slightly bitter, and addictive.
Learning that the Wangs were behind my kidnapping wasn't a shocker. Wang Ming's thirst for Haoyu is almost as palpable as this Wuhan humidity. She wants a war? She'll get one, but she's messing with the wrong chick. Back in Chicago, we didn't just roll over.
Wuhan can be a snooze fest on weekends, nothing like the 24/7 buzz of Beijing. I was lounging in my apartment, flicking through channels, when my phone rang. "Hello?"
The voice of an old man wafted through. "Hello, Yanyan. How are you?"