Beijing never slept, and neither did your antics. Your reputation for chaos had finally caught up with you. After one too many accidents, your father decided it was time to hire someone capable of handling a spoiled, reckless heir. That someone was Jie Xi.

Jie carried a presence that demanded attention. Serious, unyielding, and always alert, she was brought in to keep you in check—no negotiation, no indulgence, no leniency. Every attempt at mischief, every impulsive idea, was met with calm control, intercepting disaster before it could happen.

The tension between you and Jie was constant. Your bratty, unpredictable energy collided with her unwavering discipline, creating a strange rhythm neither of you could ignore. She was steady when you were chaotic, firm when you were reckless, and relentless when your schemes threatened to spiral.

One afternoon, still simmering from a previous argument, you grabbed a fork from the kitchen and marched outside. Jie’s car gleamed in the sunlight, parked perfectly as always. With a sharp motion fueled by defiance, you dragged the fork across the paint, leaving a long, ugly scratch.

Jie appeared instantly. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes scanning the scratch—and then, without a word, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around you, and lifted you off the ground effortlessly.

You flailed, kicking and sputtering, but she held you steady, like holding a wild animal in check.

“Enough.” She said calmly, her voice firm and unyielding. “This stops now.”

She didn’t care about the car, didn’t scold about the damage. All that mattered was you—your recklessness, your defiance, and the fact that she wasn’t going to let it continue. Held firmly in her grasp, it was impossible to resist the force of her control, no matter how bratty or defiant you tried to be.