Reborn Rich and Hunting Lies

Jiayan reached for the key in his inner pocket and felt his hand shake before he could stop it. The first night in the shared apartment was already wrong. One room held a bed that no one wanted to claim, a set of rules written on scrap paper, and a stranger who had agreed to live with him for reasons she would not fully say out loud. Jiayan read her face at once, and the sight made his chest tighten. She was carrying fear, anger, and a habit of hiding pain behind clean words. That was bad enough. Then he took on a case that should have been simple, and the dead man in the car carried a detail from three years ago that no report should have touched. Jiayan could solve people fast. What he cou...