[Sunny, outgoing E-type supermodel x powerful, tragic I-type big shot]
[Eight-year age gap | young woman’s secret crush comes true | both virgins]
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Everyone says the modeling world is a den of snakes and dragons, but the newly risen supermodel Ji Muzi is one of a kind.
A taekwondo goddess who shot to fame for her beauty, she signed with several top luxury brands just months after retiring and making her debut, and invitations to walk at fashion weeks poured in...
Gossip accounts also revealed that she came from an impressive background, with a mysterious business tycoon backing her.
Treated like a treasure and placed among the stars, she is beyond the reach of petty schemers.
As the rumors grew louder, Ji Muzi said, “Thanks for asking, but I’m from an ordinary family. It’s true that I have a partner. They run a little bar to make ends meet, they’re older and not in good health, and their face is the only thing they have going for them. So I have to work hard and make more money, so I can buy a home and bring them home as my spouse as soon as possible.”
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Shen Xianzhi was once a young man with a bright future.
At twenty, he was already a pillar of the third generation of the Shen family, turning the tide for a family that was then in decline.
Until a calamity struck. His pride was broken, he was left with a limp, and he didn’t even get to see his mother one last time before she died...
His heart dead with grief, he no longer had any hope for that rotten family.
On the day he severed ties with them, he left behind the entire business empire he had built with his own hands and went alone to a remote place to open a bar.
Five years passed. The partners begging him to return to the business could line up all the way from Sanlitun to Tiananmen Square.
One partner, making yet another visit to his humble abode, said, “You’ve been coming by the shop a lot lately. What is it, bored, itching to get back in the game, or unable to sit still?”
As though fireworks had burned away his tangled thoughts, Shen Xianzhi’s features were cool and clear, his long fingers holding a cigarette pale and slender.
A scorching gaze cut through the smoke and landed on the tall girl in booth seven.
“I’ve got time to spare, so I want to make someone a star.”
