When Ruan Jiu was kidnapped, the eldest young master of the Xie family who had just become betrothed to her actually chose to abandon her and save his new lover instead. 　　Left behind, Ruan Jiu was a little sad, but not for long. 　　She then turned a cold face to the ruffian and said, "You can let me go now, Fourth Master." 　　The man removed his mask; his brows were ink-brush strokes, his eyes like stars. 　　It was none other than Xie Jingchu, the fourth uncle of her betrothed. 　　As the power-holder of the wealthy Xie family in Jiangnan, he was eccentric and ruthless in his actions. Yet he was endlessly gentle only toward this little one he had picked up—Ruan Jiu. 　　Everyone said he was aloof and self-contained, not given to women; she fully believed it. 　　Until that night, his eyes glazed, his knotted hand seized her waist. 　　A low, intoxicating voice bit at her ear and whispered. 　　"A Jiu." 　　Her mortified, coquettish retort stirred the spring waters in his heart. 　　Differences in status, Old Master Xie's warnings, and the internal strife of the noble household forced her to hide those girlish feelings deep in her heart. 　　He lured her step by step into entrapment, fought for and seized her—this had been long planned. 　　"A Jiu, I want a proper status." 　　At the same time, the fiancé who had once abandoned her suddenly, as if changed, became clingy...