Mr. Yan, Your Dream Girl Is on Her Way

Jiang Shiyuan was pushed into a family-arranged matchmaking banquet. Across from her sat Shen Yan, heir to the Shen family, renowned throughout the capital for his cool, aristocratic air that seemed untouched by worldly concerns.

She swirled her wine, a careless smile curving her red lips, and asked as if going through the motions, “Do you have a white moonlight?”

Shen Yan raised his eyes. Behind his glasses, his gaze was deep and calm, like ink that would never dissolve. “Yes.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Pretty.”

“Gentle?”

He paused for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he answered with four words: “Arrogant and overbearing.”

Jiang Shiyuan gave a derisive laugh and nodded. Perfect. They each had someone in their heart, and neither would interfere with the other.

She thought theirs would be a marriage built on unspoken understanding, with each keeping to themselves.

Until one late night, drunk and mistaking the door, she grabbed his tie and kissed him.

He pinned her against the cold, luxurious floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips rubbing firmly over the delicate skin at the back of her neck. His breath was hot, his voice dangerously hoarse. “Jiang Shiyuan, look carefully. Who am I?”

Later, the whole city watched as Mr. Shen, who had always stood high above the clouds, came crashing down to earth.

He raced across the city in the middle of the night to buy her a serving of sugar-roasted chestnuts.

At an auction, he bid without batting an eye and bought her an entire private island.

When her archenemy sneered that she was nothing but the product of a marriage of convenience, Shen Yan wrapped an arm around her waist in front of everyone, bent down to kiss her earlobe, and chuckled into the microphone, his voice carrying through the entire venue:

“A business alliance?”

“I schemed for ten years so this one-of-a-kind firework would finally fall into my hands.”