A Love So Deep It Drowns in the Capital

[Political Family Romance + One-on-One, Both Leads Pure in Body and Soul + Age Gap + Diplomat]

Their fathers were friends who had faced death together. Entrusted to one another in writing, eighteen-year-old Wen Shuyu headed to the capital alone.

She moved into Si Jingyu’s apartment. He was swamped with work, and the two didn’t see each other for seven days.

Late on the seventh night, she woke up hungry and went downstairs barefoot. The living room was dark, with a tiny red ember glowing and fading on the sofa.

The man sat in the shadows and looked up. His gaze traveled from her bare feet to her thin nightdress, then lingered for a long time.

“Go upstairs.” His voice was hoarse. “Now.”

She froze in place, unable to say a word.

She made him hangover soup and organized the foreign-language documents covering his desk. He always came home late at night, carrying the cold, austere scent of tobacco. When he passed behind her, his coat brushed her shoulder.

She thought he found her troublesome.

Until one day, when she came home late, he was waiting for her by the entrance, a murderous look in his eyes. “Wen Shuyu, do you know what time it is?”

She argued back with reddened eyes. He suddenly fell silent and lifted a hand, brushing his thumb across the corner of her eye.

The touch was brief.

“...Go to bed.”

When she returned to the capital, having blossomed into her own, with a handsome man by her side,

Si Jingyu’s expression remained calm. “You’re so delicate, always on the verge of tears. How could he possibly fall for you?”

Wen Shuyu smiled without a hint of shame. “I don’t have to marry far away. I just like him.”

After a long pause, he nodded. “Fine.”

When he saw Wen Shuyu chatting happily with her suitor, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the car, locking the doors and trapping her in the cramped interior.

Jealousy blazed in his eyes.

“Shuyu, either come and hold me...”

“Or shoot me dead.”