"A business tycoon who has been planning for a long time × a spoiled and charming young lady｜Double C first gets married and then falls in love with sweet pets"
Everyone in Qigang knows that Shang Xunyan, the business leader, is like a snow-capped mountain in the clouds. The eyes behind the gold-rimmed lenses are cold, gentle and dignified but distant and indifferent. His thunderous methods have pulled a century-old family out of decline, and his gentle words can make the other family bankrupt. The ladies are afraid of being rude and banished to immortals even if they even think about it.
By chance, this high-altitude flower fell into the hands of the daughter of the Lin family, who had the worst reputation in Hong Kong.
When the news of the marriage came out, the whole city was in an uproar - after all, everyone knew that Lin Qiao was chasing Shang Zelin, and Shang Xunyan was Shang Zelin's most respected third uncle.
At the engagement party, the scene of Shang Zelin hugging his new love made Lin Qiao's eyes hurt. The champagne burned down her throat. She stumbled into the bathroom, holding water to dilute her tears.
The cold fragrance of cedar mixed with champagne suddenly spread behind him, and Shang Xunyan's figure condensed into a dark silhouette in the depths of the mirror. The golden lenses looked like a blade tempered with cold light through the cold brows.
The man took out a silk handkerchief and wrapped it around her trembling fingertips. The warmth of his palm burned into her wrist bones through the fabric: "You are the merchant's mistress, Zelin's eldest sister-in-law."
Lin Qiao raised her head and looked into his eyes behind the lenses, where there was an undercurrent that she couldn't understand. He suddenly clasped the back of her neck, ran his calloused thumb over her smudged eye makeup, and breathed across her wet eyelashes: "Remember, what you are going to dirty now is my dignity."
Everyone thought that Shang Xunyan didn't love Lin Qiao, and even Lin Qiao thought that this marriage was the next best thing. But on a humid and rainy night, the man held her waist and pressed it against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his Adam's apple rolling: "Xiao Qiao, I won't make the mistake I made back then a second time."
She finally discovered that her obsession for many years was just a mistake for her beloved.
Later, Hong Kong media photographed the Rose Castle built by the Shang family who spent huge sums of money over a century. Mr. Shang, who has always been upright, carried his wife in a suspender nightgown through the flower gallery. The kisses on his neck were brighter than the cinnabar roses in the garden.
Later, on a rainy night in Hong Kong, Shang Zelin knelt outside the Rose Manor and asked Lin Qiao if he could ever look back.
Lin Qiao was just thinking about how to refuse, when Shang Xunyan held a black umbrella to cover her, and the cold ring was pressed around her waist. When she turned around, she glanced at the man on the ground coldly from the corner of her eye, and his voice was as cold as ice:
"The ancestral teachings of merchants are that those who covet the eldest sister-in-law will first be whipped ninety-nine times, and then kneel down the three hundred bluestone steps of the ancestral hall of the old house."
Intention: beautiful love
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