Shen Zhaoyi is known in her industry as the “Living King of Hell.” She's cold, iron-fisted, and swift in everything she does. Nobody knows that this Ms. Shen, whose every move can shake the financial world, is secretly a hopeless voice enthusiast. She can't fall asleep without listening to a particular late-night radio show.
Her favorite is a low, magnetic voice with a teasing lilt, belonging to an anonymous host called “Abyss.”
She's listened to him for three years, and she's been falling for him for just as long.
After an accident, Shen Zhaoyi discovers that the voice she's been longing for belongs to the company's new intern, Lu Tinglan.
He's twenty-two, five years younger than her, and has an innocent-looking face that makes him seem like everyone's first love. The whole company mocks him as a useless little pretty boy who got in on his looks.
And just last night, she personally approved his dismissal.
The young man blocks her car, his eyes red and his voice as hoarse as if it had been scraped with sandpaper. “Big Sis, will you let me explain? My voice is so nice. Can you really bear to let me go?”
The veins on Shen Zhaoyi's hands bulge as she grips the steering wheel.
She holds back as long as she can, then drags him into the back seat and says fiercely, “Make another sound and I'll kiss you.”
Lu Tinglan blinks his damp eyes and edges closer, all tentative. “Then... Big Sis, could you kiss me a little longer? I... I don't mind if it hurts.”
Later
The whole company discovers that the useless intern they used to mock is actually the long-lost heir to the Lu Group, missing for five years.
And only then does Shen Zhaoyi realize that every “Good night, my girl” he said on the radio each evening had never been meant for the microphone.
They were confessions he had sent to her over the airwaves for three years.
