Beiming Shaoxi sat in front of his cherry wood office desk, sitting in a velvet chair with diamonds embedded in it.
The French-style platinum arm of the chair was equipped with a phonograph, and at that moment, it was playing relaxing classical music.
[Spoiled princess? Sorry, I have a bad memory. I'm prone to forgetting things and only remember the names of people who care about me.]
He had an impassive expression on his face as he listened to her last sentence...
The image of Ji Anan's wild curls vividly flashed through his mind.
He has always been standoffish, never taking anyone seriously, and he had no scarcity of wealthy socialites pursuing him, yet few left a lasting impression on him.
Although there were a few ladies from distinguished families who were in the Beiming family's social circle and had tried desperately to capture his attention, nevertheless, he found it difficult trying to remember their names.
In Beiming Shoaxi's eyes, all the women in the world looked pretty much the same.
However, he would probably never forget this arrogant woman that had entered his world.
He held Ji Anan's files in his hand, and he flipped through the pages nonchalantly.
How bizarre was it that he, who had always been prudishly abstinent, would be overtaken by passionate desire every time he thought of her?
Just the lingering scent of her skin was enough to drive him crazy with lust...
It was like he had been possessed by the devil. He wanted to keep her for himself, no matter what ruthless means he had to use.
"Bro, have you finished watching the video?"
"Are you bored?" Beiming Shaoxi continued going through his pile of documents.
"There's an army of rivals for your love on their way to teach her a lesson. Don't you care at all? That foolish one was sent away this time, but what about next time?"