The spring rain was heavy that night, and he was leaning on his Bentley while drunk, a bowl of oden making him steamy.
She hurriedly passed by and bumped into a car with rivets scraping against the car door - a harsh sound cut through the humid night.
"Sorry, how are you?"
Twenty-two-year-old Chen Che raised his eyes, the collar of his shirt was slightly open, and his eyes were filled with drunkenness and clarity. Three points are relaxed, seven points are dignified.
Jiang Wan didn't know that this man who smiled at her on a rainy night and said, "As long as everything is fine," he was recognized as the most difficult dude to mess with in Shanghai.
She only remembered those eyes - like a deep pool when sober, like stars when drunk.
Until the Monday morning meeting, the editor-in-chief slapped the interview assignment on her desk:
"Go and talk to Chen Che, the young master of the Chen family. He has all the information we need for the next topic."
We met again, on the vine-covered terrace of the old bungalow.
He still looked that casual, his fingertips sparkling with smoke, but his eyes locked her firmly:
"Reporter Jiang." He smiled, with no hint of drunkenness in his eyes.
"I've been waiting for you for three days - since the night you left a mark on my car."
Later, everyone in Shanghai knew that the scar on Mr. Chen's Bentley would never be repaired.
When someone asked, he flicked his cigarette ashes and smiled casually:
"Save it to remind her—"
"You can escape the continuous rain in Shanghai, but you can't escape the person who ran into your arms that night."
You are my long-planned plan and my unexpected encounter.
Purpose: To find and protect an unwavering truth in a city full of calculations and rapid decay.