The CEO's Moonlight in His Palm

Known in business circles as the “Ice Queen,” Gu Zhiyi rules the trillion-yuan business empire Zhiyi Group with an iron hand. Before turning thirty, she has become a textbook example of success: countless luxury homes to her name, and suitors who are all rich and powerful. Yet she lacks the one thing that could let her lower her guard and feel some warmth.

Then, on a rainy night, an unexpected encounter brings her to Wen Yan, who runs a shabby art studio in an old alley. He wears a faded white shirt, his fingertips stained with paint. He speaks softly to stray cats and stays up until dawn over a painting. When her business rivals humiliate her in public, he even shields her with reddened eyes: “She’s not the machine you say she is. She can feel pain.”

Everyone laughs at Wen Yan for reaching above his station. How could a poor painter dare covet a queen who lives among the clouds? Gu Zhiyi herself thinks their meeting is nothing more than a diversion from her dull life, never imagining that:

while signing a contract worth tens of millions, she would suddenly think of the sunset in his painting;

while handling a crisis late at night, she would instinctively open the art studio’s