Sheng Huaixi is a madwoman. The person who guided Jiang Chao into the company warned her. Jiang Chao wept—how could someone who was ganged up on by perverts and then turned the tables not go crazy? This terrible world—things go wrong no matter where you go. Just a short while ago in the lobby... a woman stood with an elegant silhouette. Her path was blocked by an enormous bouquet of roses as someone forcefully confessed their love, yet not a single person stepped forward to help. Filled with righteous indignation, Jiang Chao rushed over. Before she could even say a word, an arm wrapped around her waist from behind. "Baby, what took you so long to come rescue me?" The intimacy of the gesture—the soft warmth pressed against her back—made Jiang Chao freeze. For one terrifying second, she wondered if she'd wandered into a wolf's den. Because the woman behind her felt as though she wanted to devour her whole. Only afterward did Jiang Chao learn that the person she'd rescued was Sheng Huaixi. Jiang Chao: I want to die. After joining the company— By day, Jiang Chao accidentally stumbled upon two women passionately making out in the stairwell. Nearly caught witnessing the live spectacle, she panicked so badly that she reflexively slapped her insane boss across the face before her legs gave out beneath her. Sheng Huaixi ran her tongue lightly across the roof of her mouth. Her gaze darkened as she looked down at Jiang Chao's frightened expression. "Did that hurt?" ...Or rather, did your hand hurt from hitting me? As the slap landed, Sheng Huaixi caught the faint fragrance that drifted in with the swing of Jiang Chao's hand. Beneath her mask, the corners of her lips curled upward. She liked it. Jiang Chao wanted to laugh. She couldn't. As they spent more time together, she finally came to understand exactly why everyone called Sheng Huaixi crazy. After another admirer failed to win her over and flew into a rage, shattered glass was hurled at Sheng Huaixi. She made no attempt to dodge. The shards sliced into her palm, yet she merely tilted her head toward Jiang Chao with a smile. "Chaochao... aren't you coming to help me?" As the two grew closer, Jiang Chao watched Sheng Huaixi thrive in her career, effortlessly beating down one lunatic after another while looking impossibly beautiful doing it. Gradually, she let herself relax. Maybe... The world wasn't as dangerous as she'd imagined. Not long afterward— Jiang Chao witnessed Sheng Huaixi, drugged with alcohol by one of her persistent pursuers, being led toward a waiting car. Just before the door closed, their eyes met. Sheng Huaixi's eyes were flushed red, hazy with intoxication, pitiful enough to make anyone's heart ache. Her lips parted slightly. "Chaochao... you're all I have." Like crashing waves of snow, realization swept over Jiang Chao. The one missing from the novel— The person this madwoman, Sheng Huaixi, had never once confessed to loving... Was her?! Sheng Huaixi had always been cold by nature. From beginning to end, she understood perfectly well just how twisted and deranged the world she lived in truly was. It didn't matter. She'd never considered herself a good person anyway. And yet... Someone had once shone on her like the sun, illuminating every broken corner of her, inside and out, with unconditional warmth. When they met again, Sheng Huaixi resolved to bury the madness in her bones, revealing only the tenderness hidden beneath her icy exterior. She never expected that her sun... Would remember nothing about her. Worse— She abandoned Sheng Huaixi to laugh and grow close with someone else. A low, chilling laugh escaped Sheng Huaixi's lips. Deep within her eyes, possessiveness spread like spilled ink. She was willing to use herself as bait. She was willing to do anything. Because there was one thing she would never allow— Jiang Chao was not permitted to forget how to love her. She wanted Jiang Chao... To love only her. Forever.