Zhang Caixin's feelings at that moment could be summed up in one sentence: she wanted to sneak a taste, but was afraid of getting beaten.
There was no denying that Feng Jun was quite attractive to her. He was 1.8 meters tall, a good match for her 1.72-meter height; his build was upright and athletic, the perfect clothes hanger; and he was exceptionally handsome, the kind of man who could make a living off his face and live quite well.
As for wealth, there was no need to mention it. Her sister had earned tens of millions in commission fees over the past half year just by helping him sell jade.
There were plenty of wealthy men in this world, and many of her admirers were rich too. But men around her age with wealth comparable to Feng Jun's were truly few and far between.
Besides, Feng Jun had earned his money himself. He was not some rich second-generation heir. Even setting aside his ability to make money, if he wanted to spend it, he absolutely did not need to watch his parents' expressions or listen to their nagging. That was exceptionally rare.
Of course, the rarest thing—and the thing most tempting to her—was the sense of security he gave her.
Not to mention that Zhang Caixin was still young. Since she attended an arts college, she had seen plenty of beautiful girls being harassed.
Her only concern now was... Feng Jun seemed to be her sister's target.
She had a good relationship with her sister. Although she occasionally disliked the way her sister acted like an elder and sometimes rebelled against her, if she really had to steal her sister's boyfriend, she still could not get past that mental hurdle.
Zhang Caixin hoped Feng Jun could give her a