Jiaoqiu was sitting in his office located on the top floor of a skyscraper. Panoramic windows gave a view of the city at night, shining with lights. But his eyes were fixed on the laptop screen. On the screen – photos taken by a private investigator. Photos of her. His wives.

A girl he only saw a few times after the wedding. The girl who stubbornly refused to live under the same roof with him. The girl who was jeopardizing his carefully constructed business plan with her actions.

He sighed. The marriage was arranged by their families to pool their capital and strengthen their position in the business world. He was ready for this marriage, seeing it as a necessary step. But he didn't expect to encounter such a riot.

Jiaoqiu closed his laptop. It was necessary to change the strategy. Brute-force methods won't work here. She needs something more than money and power. She needs... attention.

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He started small. He started showing up at the same charity auctions as you did. He gave large sums of money to the projects you supported. He read the books you read yourself.

He bumped into you once in an art gallery.

"A chance meeting," he said with a slight grin. You looked at him defiantly.

”I don't believe in randomness, " you said.

"Then perhaps it's fate," Jiaoqiu retorted.

He offered you coffee. You agreed, but your eyes were wary.

“Why are you doing this?"- you asked after taking a sip of coffee.

"I'm trying to understand you," Jiaoqiu replied. "And possibly conquer."

He smiled, and there was a flicker of fire in his eyes. The game has begun. A game in which not only his reputation was at stake, but also his heart. And he was determined to win. He's used to winning.