The cold data of Financial Street and the warm watercolors of Pingjiang Road should be two parallel lines that will never intersect. Until that rainy day, Su Shijiang, an upstart in the investment community known for his decisiveness, met He Jiyue, an illustrator who was scrambling to save drawings, in an old lane cafe.
He is a decision-maker who controls the torrent of capital. He has hundreds of millions of mergers and acquisitions in his briefcase, but he remembers to add a brighter eye color to the cat in the picture book; she is a creator who is immersed in the world of paintbrushes. Her fingertips are stained with wet paint, but she can read the fatigue hidden in the folds of his suit. When the merger and acquisition of "Starlight Children's Book" tied the two together again, Su Shijiang discovered that this girl who always rubbed paint up to her sleeves could actually see through the high wall he had built with calmness - just like the light in her paintings could always accurately fall on the corners that needed warmth the most.
He Jiyue also gradually understood that the "cold capitalist" in the financial news would personally revise the plan for a slow-selling children's picture book, and would read the story she drew to his daughter in London late at night. The aroma of Mandheling in the Old Time Cafe hid his unspoken softness; the pen writing on the edge of the drawing paper hid the heartbeat that she dared not touch.
When capital logic meets artistic intuition, when the pen in the suit pocket meets the watercolor penholder, two seemingly completely different worlds are quietly overlapping in the folds of the city. They will eventually discover that the most touching investment is not the rate of return, but the courage to give your heart to each other; the warmest painting is not the perfect composition, but the brightness that has never been seen before in each other's lives.
