Jiang Shiyuan was pinned down at a family blind date banquet. Opposite him was Shen Yan, the heir to the Shen family who was well-known in the capital and was aloof and dignified.
She swung the wine glass, raised her red lips into a careless smile, and asked in a routine manner: "Is there any white moonlight?"
Ana Shen raised his eyes, the eyes behind the lenses were deep and calm, like ink that couldn't be melted: "Yes."
"Is it beautiful?"
"Beautiful."
"Gentle?"
He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and uttered four words: "Arrogant and domineering."
Jiang Shiyuan sneered and nodded, that's fine, everyone has their own agenda and doesn't interfere with each other.
She thought this was a tacit and uninterrupted marriage.
Until one late night, she drunkenly admitted to the wrong door, grabbed his tie and kissed him.
The man pressed her against the cold and luxurious floor-to-ceiling window, and rubbed the fragile skin on the back of her neck with his fingertips. His breath was hot, and his voice was dangerously hoarse: "Jiang Shiyuan, see clearly who I am."
Later, the whole city watched how Mr. Shen, who was high in the clouds, fell into the mortal world.
He drove across town for her late at night to buy a roasted chestnut with sugar.
Without blinking an eye at the auction, he bought the entire private island for her.
When her mortal enemy mocked her as just the product of an exchange of interests, Ana Shen grabbed her waist in public, leaned over and kissed her earlobe, and his low-laughing voice spread throughout the audience through the microphone:
"Business marriage?"
"I have been working hard for ten years before this unique cluster of fireworks finally fell into my hands."
