The first time she met Zhou Zeyu, Ji Hanshuang felt the spring in her heart, dormant for twenty years, awaken again.
The night passed, and she left without a backward glance.
But there he was, sitting against the headboard, elegant and aloof, a cigarette between his fingers. His calm, deep-set eyes watched her silently.
Ji Hanshuang smiled. She lifted his chin with her slender, pale fingers and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while.”
The next time they met was at an auction.
Surrounded by big names from every industry, the man wore a perfectly tailored English suit, a cigar between his fingers.
His cool, otherworldly elegance and gentlemanly charm made him seem completely out of place in a world driven by power and profit.
Their eyes met. He calmly tapped off the ash. “Didn’t you say you’d make it worth my while?”
Ji Hanshuang smiled seductively. “Why not come with me? I’ll take responsibility for you.”
The man stubbed out his cigarette and gave a cold laugh.
Then he nodded.
From then on, Ji Hanshuang took him everywhere she went.
Her career began to skyrocket from that very day.
Whenever she negotiated a deal or sought financing, if Zhou Zeyu was by her side, the other party always said yes.
Ji Hanshuang would curl up with the man in bed, tangled in his arms, and call him her lucky charm.
Until one night, when she accompanied her boss to play golf. At the course, she saw her boss bowing and scraping as he lit someone else’s cigarette.
The man held a cigarette in his mouth and sent the ball flying into the hole with a swing.
Beneath his smoke-gray shirt, the taut lines of his muscles showed as he exerted himself.
Ji Hanshuang had seen, touched, and even bitten those places on countless nights.
She knew who he was without even seeing his face.
Her boss said ingratiatingly, “President Zhou, thank you for supporting me with that matter before.”
Ji Hanshuang froze on the spot.
President Zhou?
Was Zhou Zeyu the newly appointed president of the famed ZY Group?
Everyone in Beicheng’s social elite was baffled.
Why was the newly returned president of ZY Group so attentive to an auctioneer?
He took her everywhere, personally connecting her with contacts and resources, and even seemed to insist on feeding her himself whenever they ate.
When Ji Hanshuang learned the truth, she frowned and ran without a second thought.
The next time they met was at her auction.
Every time she introduced a lot, Zhou Zeyu bid on it.
At last, Ji Hanshuang could take no more. During the intermission, she went to Zhou Zeyu’s lounge to ask what exactly he was thinking.
He cast aside his usual aloofness, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her again and again. His voice was gentle. “I was thinking, if I bought every lot in the auction, how much commission would you make?”
A dazzling, flirtatious auctioneer x the man in charge of a corporation
Older man
A calculating flirt who loses his footing and gets reeled in instead
Two sly foxes, one small and one big, both pretending to be something they’re not, playing tricks on each other (not really)
When foxes fight, one is bound to lose
Theme: Strive toward a brighter tomorrow
