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 luxury car sped through the bustling streets.

The Shanghai night was an endless, flamboyant display of intense extravagance.

The car drove into Night Mansion. The garage door opened, and the luxury car braked smoothly to a halt.

Zhou Luchen didn't hurry to get out. He leaned back wearily in his seat, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

His phone buzzed—another text from Zhou Xiangqun. Always sending such nonsensical messages. With a swipe of his finger, Zhou Luchen briefly blocked him.

After a moment of silence, he pushed open the door and stepped out.

He entered the dazzlingly lit French villa. To the right, a relief mural was immediately visible.

A woman stood on a stool, long hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a white nightgown, which made her look ethereal. With a cinnabar brush in hand, her pinky slightly raised, she lightly dabbed the mural on the wall. Her painting technique felt incredibly natural.

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