Shi Jingjing

He is powerful, aloof, and selfish, but he has a hobby of renting a venue solely to listen to her play the pipa. His friends were curious and asked him why. He said, "She's beautiful." Thus, the pipa player became his girlfriend.

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Brought up under strict parenting, his family pays great attention to his conduct. Yet, he was known for his vigorous actions, from breaking family rules that garnered media attention to recklessly manipulating the venture capital market. Consequently, he was sent to a temple to copy Buddhist scriptures as punishment. Obediently, he did so, but his pages were filled with nothing but her name.

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Gazing into her eyes as she lay in his arms, he asked, "Have you ever been afraid of being with me?" Of course, she did. He was a tycoon who possessed the world and would not easily fall deeply in love with her.
On the day they broke up, everyone knew and was surprised.
She packed her suitcase and left the city, saying, "Since he said he would never marry me, I shall return him to the world."

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Three years after their breakup, they met again at an international financial summit. He had become the head of the family. His suit was well tailored, with silver-rimmed glasses resting on a tall nose bridge, exuding undeniable charm.
Encountering each other at a corner, she fled, and he pursued...

A Twisted Love Affair

In Beijing, far away from Shanghai, the temperature plummeted, and a light drizzle fell.

In the courtyard of an old-fashioned, red-brick building, two men sat behind a screen adorned with an upside-down character for "fortune," watching a shadow play under the high eaves of a red and blue veranda. They had been invited over to put on a show for the elderly matriarch of the Beijing Zhou Family.

In a woven basket, freshly fried dough sticks were neatly placed, along with a bowl of clear porridge. The air around them was tranquilly frozen in time.

Zhou Luchen sat across from Zhou Xiangqun.

Zhou Xiangqun held a bowl of porridge in his left hand and a freshly fried dough stick in his right, taking bites. He didn't care for a fancy dinner of rich meats and fish. When he was really hungry, he preferred simple dough sticks—their taste plain, his style understated.

Where is my woman? (1)_1