Tempting Youqing

Synopsis:




Everyone in their circle knows that whatever the young master of the Jin family wants, others will offer it to him with both hands.




Until he meets Xu Youqing, a woman who isn't even willing to spare him a glance.




That day, the sky was dark and gloomy. After paying respects to her parents, Xu Youqing was heading down the mountain when she was told by the staff that she would have to take a detour.




Her childhood friend, Han Zheng, who was beside her, immediately turned cold and was about to argue, but Xu Youqing stopped him.




She knew all too well that those people were not people they could afford to provoke.




By the roadside, the car window was lowered halfway.




Jin Zongmin, dressed entirely in black, sat inside the car, his cold, stern features hidden in the shadows.




He raised his eyes indifferently, his gaze locking onto the figure in a plain dress with a faint smile.




The girl tilted her head up as she spoke to the man beside her. Shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her lips, and her eyes seemed to hold a gleam of light.




That light made his heart itch.

He lazily lifted his eyelids.

“Crash into that black Audi.”

—




Later, she “accidentally” ran into him time and again.




Everyone knew that the young master of the Jin family was cold and arrogant, and had never taken anyone to heart.




But only Xu Youqing knew just how difficult he was to shake off.




“Xu Youqing.”




He blocked her path, his fingertip rubbing over the tense bones of her wrist.




“Are you hiding from me?”




She took half a step backward, her spine pressing against the cold wall.




“Mr. Jin, we aren't people who belong on the same path.”




Jin Zongmin chuckled softly, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe.




“Then I'll pave a road for you. How about it?”




It wasn't until something happened to Han Zheng that she went to him for help.




On a night of torrential rain, she pushed open his door, drenched from head to toe.




Jin Zongmin extinguished his cigarette. His gaze swept inch by inch over Xu Youqing's pale face before he smiled gently.




“Willing to see me now?”




She stared at him without saying a word, her fingertips digging into her palms.




A jacket carrying the scent of pine enveloped her trembling shoulders.




He bent down and gently drew her into his arms, the tip of his nose brushing against the dampness atop her hair.




His deep, magnetic voice slowly pressed close, carrying a coaxing persuasion:

“Break things off with him. Then we can talk about anything.”

—




Later still, in the mountainous region where Xu Youqing volunteered—




Everyone heard that the usually gentle Teacher Xu had actually slapped Mr. Jin, who had come to make a donation.




Everyone was baffled.




Until Jin Zongmin risked his life for Xu Youqing.

He was crazy enough that everyone knew it.

Yet before her alone, he willingly bowed his head and submitted.