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

The night was dense. She quietly gnawed at his shoulder.

Barely able to reach on tiptoe, she swayed unsteadily, needing him to personally steady her waist.

This led to an ambiguous situation. Shen Jing's few feigned protests were inviting, her petite frame held in the palm of his hand. As she moved, her slender waist, supple as smoke, slowly rubbed against his waistband. Deliberately or not, it brushed past the leather belt of his gun, the embroidered golden threads of her cheongsam snagging on it.

Zhou Luchen felt a devilish fire rise in his throat; unbidden thoughts stirred within him. He pressed her against the thick tree trunk, his long fingers pinching her narrow waist, forehead against forehead, their breaths merging into chaos.

"Ajing." He captured her lips, his voice incredibly low, laced with an indescribable restraint. "I must really be crazy."

Ajing, I must be crazy, huh_1