On the first day that Zhao Xingchui came to Hong Kong as an exchange student, he accidentally offended the prince Zhao Yekuo, who no one in Hong Kong dared to offend.
He didn't know that the man in front of him, wearing a custom-made suit and arrogant features, was the only son of a real estate tycoon. He just thought he was a passerby with a bad temper, and his apology was a bit perfunctory. Zhao Yekuo had lived for twenty-five years, and this was the first time he saw someone dare to treat him with such an attitude. However, by some strange mistake, he did not react. Instead, he remembered this daring mainland student.
In the days that followed, Zhao Xingchui became Zhao Yekuo's "object of special attention." He would take over the entire bar where Zhao Xingchui worked, just to monopolize the drinks he mixed; he would quietly push away the rich second generation who showed interest in Zhao Xingchui, but said he "didn't like him"; even when Zhao Xingchui was sick, he would put aside his tens of billions of business to stay by his bedside, but when he woke up, he would just say "don't die in my house".
Zhao Xingchui only thought that the prince was targeting him and avoided him everywhere. He always talked and laughed with his seniors in front of him, and was gentle and patient with the juniors in the club. Every "heartless" interaction made Zhao Yekuo's face grow colder, and he was filled with jealousy but pretended not to care.
It wasn't until the school anniversary dinner that Zhao Xingchui was joking with a familiar senior sister when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Zhao Yekuo pulled him to the deserted terrace. His ears were red but he still maintained his arrogance. After holding it in for a long time, he finally growled: "I'm jealous, please comfort me."
Only then did Zhao Xingchui discover belatedly that those inexplicable targets and those unstable tempers turned out to be the clumsy and turbulent love of a man who was too proud to bow his head.
Concept: Destiny made them meet in the crowded Central District. From then on, the wind in Hong Kong carried each other's names.
