A Beijing-Cantonese Serenade

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Female college student x scion of a prominent family

“Loving someone whose status is worlds apart from yours is like burning yourself up to set off fireworks.”

Blurb 1

She met the man she'd once spent a night of passion with abroad again, this time at a restaurant in Guangzhou.

That day, Shen Xingli finished her experiment late and went to get a number by herself. When she turned around, she bumped into Zhong Fuyu, who was walking into the restaurant.

His tall, graceful frame was wrapped in a finely tailored jacket. He was like the most precious piece in a national art museum, needing no special lighting to radiate an innate, effortless air of nobility. He made it clear that he was not to be trifled with.

In an instant, Shen Xingli's thoughts were pulled back to those few nights in Krabi, Thailand.

The man pressed a finger to her chin, his beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you drunk? Too bad. I don't take advantage of people.”

In the haze of passion, every touch was a pleasure that went straight to the bone. Shen Xingli boldly rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his Adam's apple.

“But I do. I'm very good at taking advantage of people.”

When their eyes met, Shen Xingli was nothing like the bold, uninhibited woman she'd been abroad.

“What a coincidence,” she greeted him quietly.

“Are you here alone?” His gaze fell on the queue ticket in her hand, and he asked lazily, “Want to join our table?”

*

This man had been the most reckless part of that trip, and now their story was continuing at an unexpected turn.

Perhaps only the words “bewitched by love” could describe it all.

He came from a world she couldn't see, a favored son of the glittering social scene. In his eyes, the world was just a tiny folding map, easily held in the palm of his hand.

With all the fearlessness she could muster, Shen Xingli actually dared to give her heart to someone whose status and standing were so far above hers.

Shen Xingli saw herself as the stubborn stone in Dream of the Red Chamber, longing to visit the human world and experience its three thousand splendors, determined to venture into the absurd.

At Zhong Fuyu's side, she caught glimpses of dreamlike cities, glittering with wealth and indulgence.

Then one day, she told herself it was time to wake up.

Blurb 2

Thanks to his ancestors' illustrious achievements, Zhong Fuyu was the center of attention in the circles of Beijing and Guangdong.

But he refused to live in the shadow of his forebears. He struck out on his own, building a career from scratch. In just a few short years, the U.S. dollar-denominated venture capital fund he founded backed one sensational company after another, securing a place at the table among the top investment firms.

Zhong Fuyu had never been one for social circles or romantic entanglements. To strangers, he was mysterious and hard to read. Lately, though, he'd often been seen with a young woman at his side, and he'd tacitly acknowledged her place in his life to his close friends.

He spoiled and indulged her in every way. But when she said she wanted to leave, he only smiled faintly and told her to take good care of herself.

Every night afterward, Zhong Fuyu would toss and turn, then stand by the window smoking, with only the vast, quiet room behind him.

It suddenly dawned on him that she wasn't an ordinary stone, but a flawless jade, the kind he'd searched for across the world and could never find again.

A fairy tale grounded in reality | 1V1 / SC / HE

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