Wen Yang and He Yan have not dealt with each other since they were young.
One is a slow-tempered, law-abiding freelance illustrator; the other is an unruly, unattainable and proud man in the Beijing circle.
When they reunited, Wen Yang was being forced to get married by a strange relative on a blind date. Sitting opposite him was a man with a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan, who was talking about how he wanted her to resign and have three children at home after marriage, and to serve her parents-in-law.
Just as Wen Yang was about to throw ice at someone, the door to the private room was kicked open.
He Yan chewed on his unlit cigarette and leaned against the door frame, smiling casually and with a sense of oppression: "If you are looking for such a loser, why not look for me. I have hundreds of properties under my name, and I will leave all my assets to you. I have only one request -"
Wen Yang looked at his former rival defensively: "What?"
He Yan smoked his cigarette, walked over and hugged her in the seat, his eyes so hot that it was scary: "Let me kiss you every day."
Outsiders thought that the cold-blooded and ruthless leader of the He Group married Wen Yang just on a whim and to find a shield.
Until a certain top celebrity dinner, someone accidentally knocked over the red wine and spilled it on Wen Yang's skirt.
Everyone saw in horror that the arrogant Mr. He didn't even care about the multi-million-dollar high-end suit jacket. He knelt on the ground and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the water stains little by little. His tone was panicked and distressed: "Is it too hot? Does it hurt you?"
Only then did everyone realize that there was no whim, it was He Yan who had waited seven years with red eyes to cheat his life.
