Chapter 1: Her Name Is Chi Mo, Guan Yizhou's Girlfriend

The sky over the capital was a grayish blue, draped in what looked like top-grade silk. Expensive to look at, but suffocating enough to steal your breath.

At the club entrance, the air had practically solidified.

When Xie Jing arrived, someone was already slumped at the bottom of the steps.

Not really kneeling. Half-collapsed on the ground, held up by two bodyguards gripping his arms so he wouldn’t go completely flat.

The guy’s face was covered in blood, the collar of his white shirt dyed red in a huge patch. He mumbled something indistinctly, whining and whimpering like a dog that got its tail stepped on.

When Xie Jing walked past him, his leather shoes hit the carpet without making a single sound.

He didn’t even lower his head. Couldn’t be bothered to lift an eyelid. Like the mess at his feet was just a piece of trash tossed aside.

Both bodyguards bowed their heads at the same time: “Brother Jing.”

Xie Jing didn’t answer.

He wore a thin black knit sweater today, collar slightly open, showing a sliver of collarbone.

The fabric followed the lines of his shoulders and back down, the waist tailored narrow and sharp. His whole body looked like a blade just pulled from its sheath, every inch carrying a razor-sharp curve.

One hand in his pocket. The other still holding that golf club.

There was some blood on the clubhead. He didn’t wipe it off, just let it hang loosely at his side like a handy weapon.

That face was the kind of good-looking people genuinely didn’t dare stare at.

High, sharp brow bones, like a mountain ridge cutting across his eye sockets. The tails of his brows tilted up slightly, carrying a natural ruthlessness.

His eye sockets were slightly sunken, pupils dark, like two pools of ink that refused to dilute. Wherever his gaze landed, the temperature dropped three degrees automatically.

Nose straight as if carved with a knife, a steep, smooth line from between his brows to the tip. Lips thin and pale. When he wasn’t smiling, they looked like a cold blade mark.

Jawline sharp enough to have been measured with a ruler, cutting straight from the base of his ear to his chin without a single extra curve.

The whole face was exceptionally striking. Striking enough to be aggressive—not the gentle kind of handsome that made people want to get close, but the kind that made you instinctively take a step back, too scared to look directly at it.

Like a naked blade without a sheath, glaring right in front of you, telling you that getting close meant getting cut.

Zhou Xu jogged up behind him. His childhood friend, and the only one who dared come up and talk to him at a time like this.

“Brother Jing, what do we do with this guy?”

Xie Jing finally stopped. Tilted his head to glance at the mess on the ground, tone as flat as if he were saying the weather was nice today:

“Zhao family’s man, right? Tell them to come pick him up themselves.”

Zhou Xu said okay, then asked carefully, “Then… if the Zhao family asks about it, what do I say?”

Xie Jing casually tossed the golf club to the bodyguard beside him, fished a cigarette out of his pocket, stuck it between his lips, and lowered his head to light it.

The flame flickered against his face, bright then dim, carving those distinct features even deeper.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said carelessly, “Acting wild on my turf, breaking my rules—not taking an arm is already giving the Zhao family face.”

The corner of Zhou Xu’s mouth twitched.

Broke the rules? All the guy did was stand at the elevator for two seconds too long, didn’t get out of Xie Jing’s way in time, and muttered,

“Why should I move”—just that one sentence, and he got swung at with a club until his face blossomed, two teeth knocked loose.

Who’d believe that if you told them? But when it came to Xie Jing, everyone believed it.

This young master had done way more outrageous things. Compared to those, this was light.

After all, he really did “follow the rules.” It’s just that he set those rules himself—on his turf, his word was law.

Blocking his path meant breaking the rules.

Zhou Xu shot the bodyguards a look. The two of them dragged the unlucky bastard away and vanished fast.

The guy’s blood dripped onto the marble floor. A bodyguard quietly wiped it clean, like nothing had ever happened.

The world went quiet again.