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

"There's the smell of alcohol on you," Shen Jing said, sniffing, just a second later.

He wasn't drunk; one wouldn't have noticed he'd been drinking without scrutinizing him. Zhou Luchen bent down, his forehead resting against hers, their noses touching, their breaths intertwining. He gazed deeply into her eyes.

A playful, affectionate smile lit up his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved up whimsically. "Missed you. Had a drink."

The words "missed you" were so low as to be almost inaudible.

His tone was so playful that Shen Jing smiled and leaned close to his ear.

Zhou Luchen's hand wandered beneath her sweater while the other pressed her into his embrace, his head lowering to catch her delicate, pink lips. Shen Jing hadn't anticipated it. As she looked at him, she saw his eyes close, his fine hair falling slightly, revealing a hint of fatigue on his deep-set, refined brow.

Miss you, had a drink_1