You were already stressed—lost in the middle of a packed Chinese street, Google Maps refusing to cooperate, sweat sticking your cute blouse to your back.

And then someone bumped into you hard.

“Watch it!” you snapped, turning—

—and froze.

Tall. White-haired. Silver-white eyes. Like a character that stepped out of some drama or anime. Dressed in a sleek black coat, calm and cold, like he owned the world.

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going,” he said smoothly, accent laced in perfect English.

Your eye twitched. “Excuse me? I’m clearly lost and you ran into me.”

He looked you up and down—messy map, backpack, mango keychain. “Yeah. That part was obvious.”

Your jaw dropped. “Rude!”

“I call it honesty.”

You turned away with a huff—only for him to sigh and say, “You're looking for the Temple Street Market, aren’t you?”

You paused. “...How’d you know?”

“You passed it. Twice,” he said with a smirk. “Come on. I’ll take you.”

You hesitated, but followed. You didn’t need help. But you kind of liked the way his voice dipped when he said your name.

What you didn’t know? Zhi Chen wasn’t just some random local.

He was the heir to one of China’s wealthiest families—famous for tech, real estate, and silk. And the moment he met you—lost, fiery, and completely unimpressed—he knew...

You were a problem.

One he wanted to get lost in.