Good morning, my dear husband.

New York, Manhattan.​ The moment Zuo Shengxia stepped into the opulent presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, a sense of unease washed over her like a cold wave.​ Inside, the warm - yellow lights danced in a luxurious display. A soft glow bathed the man standing before the floor - to - ceiling window. He swirled the red liquid in his goblet, long fingers wrapped around the stem. His tall, lean frame was casually propped against the glass. Each sip he took was a study in nonchalant elegance, as if he owned the world. His profile, sharp and perfect, looked as though it had been carved by the hands of a master sculptor, not a single imperfection marring his features.​ His eyes, dark as the deepest night, were fixed on the cityscape outside. There was a far - off look in them, as if he were lost in thoughts that spanned continents and lifetimes. Those eyes, when they suddenly shifted, sparkled with a mysterious and dangerous light, like a black hole, drawing you in and promising no escape.​ Zuo Shengxia shivered involuntarily. It was as if an icy wall of energy surrounded this man, making it nearly impossible to get close. His eyes, in particular, held a predatory glint. One look from those eyes, and you'd feel like a mouse caught in the sights of a hungry cat, ready to be pounced upon and devoured.​ What the hell was going on?​ She had triple - checked the room number. This was definitely the suite her fiancé, Ling Ye, had texted her before she landed. But there was this stranger, a man who exuded an air of both sophistication and danger.​ Zuo Shengxia's brow furrowed in confusion, and she took a couple of hesitant steps back. In her broken English, she stammered, "Excuse me... Is Ling Ye here?"​ At the sound of her voice, the man's hand, which had been on its way to his lips, froze mid - air. He paused for a fraction of a second, then took a slow, deliberate sip of his wine. Turning around, he moved towards her with the grace of a panther stalking its prey. He stopped right in front of her, towering over her like a skyscraper.​ Damn, he was tall!​ Zuo Shengxia had to tilt her head back so far that it almost hurt to meet his gaze. His presence was overwhelming, a suffocating force that seemed to fill the entire room. His eyes, deep and fathomless like the ocean, stared down at her with a lazy, calculating look, as if he were sizing up a piece of merchandise.​ After what felt like an eternity, his thick eyebrows arched upward, and the corners of his sensuous, thin lips curled into a devilish grin. "So, you're the girl he sold to me?" he drawled, his voice smooth as silk but laced with a mocking edge.​ "What?" Zuo Shengxia's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.​ The man let out a low, derisive chuckle. "Your fiancé didn't tell you? He sold you to me for a cool fifty million."​ "What?" This time, the word came out as a strangled gasp. Zuo Shengxia felt as if the ground had suddenly dropped out from beneath her. "Sir, I don't know who you are, but this isn't funny. Stop this ridiculous charade right now!" she snapped, her anger rising to the surface.​ "Charade?" The man's eyes narrowed, a flash of irritation crossing his features. "Do you really think I'd waste my time on a joke like this?" His smile turned feral, sending a shiver down Zuo Shengxia's spine.​ Panic rising in her chest, Zuo Shengxia reached into her pocket and fumbled for her phone. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Ling Ye's number. She needed answers, and she needed them now.​ She'd traveled all the way across the ocean to be with him. The last thing she expected was to walk into this crazy situation with some strange, arrogant man spouting nonsense.​ Two rings, and then a cold, mechanical voice informed her that the phone was powered off. Zuo Shengxia's heart plummeted. She tried again, and again, but each time, the same message greeted her.​ "How can this be?" she muttered, her eyes fixed on the phone in disbelief. At the same time, she stole a nervous glance at the man standing in front of her.​ Could it be true? Had Ling Ye really sold her?​ Zuo Shengxia shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake the thought away. "No, there must be a mistake. Ling Ye would never do this to me. I have to talk to him face - to - face." Even as she said the words, a sliver of doubt crept into her voice, a doubt she herself didn't even notice.​ "Oh, you'll have plenty of time to ask him later. After tonight," the man said, his voice dripping with smugness. As he spoke, his strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her against him like a vice.​