Everyone in Beijing circles knows that Fu Siheng, the ninth master of the Fu family, is dignified, cold, arrogant, and ruthless. He is a powerful figure in the business world.
There is never a shortage of women around him, but no one has ever seen him fall in love with anyone.
Until that day, at a charity dinner, a promotional video of Yunjin, an intangible cultural heritage, was played on the big screen one by one.
The woman in the picture has jet-black hair and is dressed in a plain brocade cheongsam. Her brows and eyes are filled with the beauty soaked in the misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River.
The whole place was quiet for three seconds.
Fu Siheng, who was sitting at the main seat, paused slightly with the wine in his hand.
"Who is she?"
That night, Shen Wantang, the "Jiangnan Daji" who became popular all over the Internet, was invited to the top private banquet in Beijing.
Everyone thought that Fu Jiuye was just trying to keep a little thing for fun.
He called her "Miss Shen", distant and cold.
Later, he called her "Wanwan" with restrained tenderness.
Later, in the study room late at night, he held her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Xiaobao, are you good today?"
And when he finally said that name in her ear,
Jichuan.
Only then did Shen Wantang realize that the most noble man in Beijing had given all his softness to her alone.
There is no substitute, no Bai Yueguang.
In his whole life, he, Fu Siheng, had only fallen in love with her at first sight.
