In the late autumn afternoon, a light golden glow fell outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private club on the top floor, and the sycamore branches and leaves were swaying gently in the evening breeze.
Shi Yue was sitting on the dark leather sofa, wearing a neatly tailored black suit that made her tall and slender figure stand out. His eyebrows were clear and elegant, and his face had the gentle and peaceful charm of a young master from aristocratic families, but there was a deep calculation hidden in his deep eyes, and his whole body exuded the cold and strong force unique to a plutocrat. He lightly twisted the wall of the glass with his fingertips and pursed his thin lips. He usually spoke sharply and harshly, but his bones were full of darkness and stubbornness. His aura was so intimidating that no one dared to approach him easily.
Jiang Zhiyu sat on the soft velvet sofa beside him. The girl had a slender figure, fair and jade-like skin, and gentle and soft eyebrows. She comes from a top wealthy family and has been cared for since she was a child. She has a sweet and soft temperament, like a soft and sweet little cake. Her hair falls softly on her shoulders, and she moves gently when she raises her hands. Every move exudes a warm and delicate aura. She looks weak and harmless, but behind her eyes there is a sober and courageous spirit that is not inferior to others, and she has extremely strong tenacity in her bones.
The room was silent, and the air was filled with ambiguous tension. Shi Yue looked sideways at the girl next to him, his eyes falling on her soft side face, and the somewhat sarcastic look he had just now quietly subsided.
"Ms. Jiang feels at ease." His voice was low and melodious, and his tone still had the usual distant and mean tone, with no hint of emotion or anger.
Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyes to look at him, the ends of her eyes slightly curved, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Mr. Shi has been tense all day long, so he is too tired."
Their eyes met, the strong ambition under the warm skin collided with the tough edge under the soft and waxy appearance. The two famous families were at odds with each other, and the cold and powerful person in power was finally trapped by this touch of sweetness and tenderness, and was willing to lean over to pick up the warmth that belonged to her.
Intention: sharp edges collide, gentleness finally reaches people's hearts