(Plans changed. The full manuscript is already written.)
A cool, calculating hidden powerhouse from Beijing's elite circles VS a beautiful, pampered heiress who's obsessed with looks
The first time Meng Yanqi met Ji Zhuoyan,
his chiseled, deep-set features were still a pleasure to look at, despite the barely restrained irritation in his eyes.
Mature, celibate, but with a temper.
That was her first impression.
Meng Yanqi assessed his worth in her mind. If his face were insured, it would be worth hundreds of millions.
"Name your price. How about marrying me?"
The man gazed at her with unfathomable eyes.
"You think you're good enough?"
"Afraid you can't afford me?"
"You don't have what it takes to keep me."
-
They met again at a funeral.
A tall man stood motionless in the rain, holding a black umbrella. The dampness blurred his face and expression.
"A mistress's son is only good for selling himself."
A young movie star was mocked and insulted by a crowd of rich and powerful young men.
The girl stood beside an elderly man in a crisp tailcoat.
Holding a small parasol over her head, she approached him in an elaborate red gown that bloomed like a rose.
She rose onto her toes and leaned close to his lips, near enough to feel each other's breath.
"Make a deal with me. For one year, you set the price. During that time, you can do anything in my name."
"When the year is up, the deal ends, and we go our separate ways."
His Adam's apple bobbed. Like a greedy merchant, he was easily tempted.
"Why me?"
"Because kissing you was pretty nice."
"..."
-
Her best friend, who went through eight male models a day, suddenly took an interest in a man. She said he was a rising powerhouse among Beijing's elite, ruthless enough to make everyone tremble at his name.
But he was unbelievably handsome, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs. Too bad he was cold and kept women at a distance.
Every day, her friend enthusiastically recommended Ji Zhuoyan to Meng Yanqi, brandishing his photo book.
"The script tattoo on his collarbone is so sexy! Too bad you can't make out what it says..."
Meng Yanqi joked, "Maybe it's... my name."
Her friend: "...Seriously?"
And when no one was looking...
Ji Zhuoyan pinned Meng Yanqi in the cramped back seat and gently kissed her earlobe. "Jealous? Weren't you the one who said we'd go our separate ways? Yanqi."
-
At first, everyone treated him like an outsider. Then he took the Zhou family under his control.
He became the youngest family head overnight, and only then did everyone realize how ambitious he was.
From a fallen movie star to a ruthless powerhouse in Beijing's elite circles,
only Ji Zhuoyan knew
that the mark on his collarbone was the object of his years of longing, his one-of-a-kind rose.
After years of longing, he finally had his rose.
Reading Guide:
One-on-one romance / Both leads are each other's first and only / Age gap / Mutual pining comes true / Marriage first, love later
Theme: Always put romance first.
