[Independent music producer + heir to an old-money family + both leads are romantically inexperienced]
I was once the quietest background figure in Jiang Yao’s youth.
When we met again, I was the sound designer he’d hired on an outrageously expensive contract, while he was the very embodiment of the capital that judged my work.
Over three months of working together, I hid my ten-year crush and showed him nothing but absolute professionalism.
I saw the cracks beneath his perfect mask, and I understood the galaxy of class that lay between us.
When the contract expired, I left with my payment and set off toward my own horizons.
But he began crossing the line again and again: gifting me a piano anonymously, engineering chance encounters, even sabotaging his own arranged marriage into a wealthy family.
He cornered me in the recording studio, his eyes bloodshot. “Lin Xi, is your heart made of stone?”
Later, the Starvoice Foundation I founded became renowned.
He came with an entirely new partnership proposal, offering generous terms but lowering himself to the dust, all to secure the title of “chief partner.”
This time, I sat in the seat of power, looking down as I scrutinized my former client and the god of my youth.
“Mr. Jiang,” I said, lightly tapping the contract with my fingertips, my smile composed,
“If you want to enter my game, you’ll have to follow my rules.”
Key tags:
Rekindled love after a breakup, groveling ex, mutual salvation, happy ending, secret crush comes true
Quiet admirer × heir who loses control
Old-money family × the one exception
From the star I looked up to × to the shore standing by my side
