The Young Marshal’s Cherished One

At the premiere in Linjiang City, lights shimmered and the crowd roared. Young Marshal Shen Che had no intention of attending, but a friend dragged him along for a bit of fun. On the screen, she appeared only in profile, a qipao hugging her figure, her gaze lowered. Yet she radiated an indescribable charm. The cigar in Shen Che’s hand went unlit. His friend nudged him. “What’s wrong, bewitched by that movie star?” He said nothing, his gaze still following her slender figure on the screen. Only later did he learn that she had been sitting in a private room on the second floor that night. Through the sea of heads, she had glanced down by chance And met his deep, unfathomable eyes. At that moment, she had no idea he was already lost to her. He could make armies bow and bring the worlds of politics and business to heel. But she already had someone by her side. He told himself he could wait. Wait for her to look back, wait for her to notice him, wait for her to choose to come to his side. Even if he had to wait a lifetime. But watching her be so close with her fiancé, he could no longer hold back. He would use his own methods to take her for himself...