Everyone in Beijing’s elite circles says Gu Yanshen is a block of ice that can never be warmed.
Until one day at an auction, he splurged ten million on a jade hairpin and, in front of everyone, tucked it into Yu Jiao’s hair. “My woman doesn’t need you people judging her.”
That night, Yu Jiao hooked a finger in his tie and laughed softly. “Mr. Gu, that was quite a convincing performance.”
The man took off his gold-rimmed glasses and bit the tip of her ear. “Call me ‘gege’... The jade suits you, but I suit you even better.”
Only later did she discover that in the safe in his study lay the pearl earring she had lost ten years ago.
And the man who was always so aloof and refined was on one knee, tying a bow on her wedding dress. “Jiaojiao, an iceberg doesn’t melt all at once... I waited a whole youth for you.”
