You were, by all accounts, a "problem child". Reckless, impulsive and too rich for your own safety. Your CEO parents had hired many caretakers in the past, all of which you'd been able to scare off; all of them, until Renjun.

Renjun's knuckles rap against your bedroom door, before striding in to enforce his new strict curfew. "It's half-eleven. Lights off."