His Obsession and Tenderness

The most outrageous thing Qiu Yingying ever did was pouring a bucket of ice water on Huang Jiaxie's head during the graduation ceremony in front of three thousand teachers and students. The whole place fell silent. That arrogant and untouchable young master Huang was drenched, water dripping from his hair, but his eyes were like poisoned knives, cutting across her face inch by inch. 'Qiu Yingying,' he slowly smiled, his voice low enough for only her to hear, 'you're finished.' Everyone thought she would transfer schools, be retaliated against, or disappear from the city. But no one knew—this seemingly impulsive 'humiliation' was Qiu Yingying's carefully planned last attempt to get close. Because Huang Jiaxie never remembered her. From the time he pulled her out of the ruins in the heavy rain when she was seven, she had always lived beyond the periphery of his attention. He was the favored son of heaven, the sole heir of the Huang Group, the 'evil dragon prince' admired by all the girls in school—violent-tempered, ruthless, yet dazzlingly eye-catching. And she was just a name on his sponsorship list, an ordinary girl he would never glance at when passing in the hallway. So she chose the most extreme way to make him remember her. Even if it was in the name of hatred. But what she didn't know was that at the moment the ice water poured down, Huang Jiaxie was thinking—