The Hong Kong City is in a storm. He is Yanye, who is in charge of the Shen family. He is twenty-seven years old. His methods are as cold as a knife. His eyes are never gentle and he only believes in interests and rules.
Gusu Yanyu entangled people, she was the pampered Rouzhi of the Lin family. She was nineteen years old, as soft and waxy as spring water. She even spoke softly to avoid disturbing others. As soon as she stepped into Hong Kong Island, she crashed into his frozen world.
When they first met, he just regarded her as a fragile piece of Jiangnan porcelain, insignificant and did his duty to take care of her; as they got along, her timidity, her softness, and the pure light in her eyes were like drizzle moistening things, seeping into his iron heart little by little.
He remained calm and cautious at every step, using his power as a shield to protect her; he used gentleness as a net to lure her closer. From watching with cold eyes to falling in love over time, from deliberately planning to being unable to control his feelings, he finally put aside all his coldness and hardness, and just wanted to place this soft branch from the south of the Yangtze River in the palm of his hand, to protect her from worries for the rest of her life, and to keep her captive for the rest of her life.
The strong wind in Hong Kong cannot blow away the misty rain in Gusu; his heart is like iron, but it is finally melted into tenderness around his fingers by her softness.
Intention: love