The lights of the CBD late at night witnessed Shen Zimo's loneliness and bravery, and also reflected the ice in Yu Zheng's eyes. When a cutting-edge designer from Creative Design met the iron-fisted president of Yushi Group, a harsh confrontation over the design draft became the beginning of a tangle of fates.
Yu Zheng's words of "trash" ignited Shen Zimo's stubbornness to refuse to admit defeat. After three days of non-stop revisions and several tit-for-tat negotiations, she used her expertise to tear apart his frozen shell, but he caught a glimpse of the starlight in her eyes through the difficult gaps. From the constant pressure during project execution, to the unexpected maintenance during supplier crisis, to the silent guarding in front of the hospital bed, the cold superior-subordinate relationship has quietly deteriorated.
The confession after the celebration banquet broke the balance, and the huge identity gap and family resistance cut apart the relationship like a sharp blade. The humiliation of a million dollar check and the shackles of being "matched" made her go away with a broken heart.
A year later, Shen Zimo's design studio emerged in an unfamiliar city, and Yu Zheng's cross-border phone call traveled across mountains and seas: "I have broken free from all constraints." When he appeared in front of her with a dusty appearance, his outstretched palms carried a familiar temperature. Can this passionate love that began in the workplace cross the secular divide and let the wandering soul finally find its way home?
The scent of cedar in the top-floor office, the suppressed tears in the stairwell, and the morning light in the foreign studio all tell: Some encounters are destined to be tempered by ice and fire, and also the hottest redemption in each other's lives.
