A Passionate Kiss on a Hong Kong Night

An embarrassing old story I wrote before I knew better. There’s a ton of Cantonese߹ ߹ A cool, restrained Hong Kong tycoon daddy male lead VS a pampered, radiant wild-rose female lead After returning home, Lin Zhiyi heard that Shen Xubai was getting engaged. She hid the torn candy wrappers and the love letter she had never sent, then accepted her childhood friend’s proposal. But at the engagement banquet, Lin Zhiyi, an adopted daughter who had been part of the family for fifteen years, was mocked. “She’s just an adopted daughter. How dare she set her sights on the eldest son of the Shen family?” On a stormy night, Shen Xubai arrived with an umbrella. He tore up the investigation report into the secret Lin Zhiyi had once tried to hide, then wrapped his trembling bride-to-be in his suit. “Marry me, and everything you owe Song Huaishu will be wiped clean.” Later, the gossip headlines in Hong Kong exploded: New financial tycoon Shen Xubai spent tens of millions to rebuild an intangible cultural heritage workshop for his wife, dedicated to Guangcai porcelain. At a press conference, someone asked, “President Shen, is your marriage to Miss Shen a business arrangement?” The big screen suddenly switched to security footage from ten years earlier: in the pouring rain, a young man carried a girl burning with fever on his back. He fell into a muddy pit but still shielded the back of her head. Shen Xubai looked toward the camera and smiled. “It’s the result of 1,400 moments of falling for her over twelve years.” Later, Song Huaishu held a diamond ring and begged for forgiveness in the pouring rain. Lin Zhiyi calmly shook her head. “I once thought you must have felt something for me, after all those years as childhood friends. Now I understand…” “Someone who truly cares about me wouldn’t leave me waiting in the rain for an umbrella.” Beneath the crystal chandeliers of the banquet hall, Shen Xubai placed the key to his private museum in her palm. “It holds the candy wrappers you lost, the love letters you tore up, and…” “The engagement ring I was too afraid to give you when I was eighteen.”