At a gathering, someone at the card table made an offhand remark, then said that Wen Qiao and Zhao Jinxi seemed destined for each other.
Wen Qiao's gaze was deep. She pushed a tile forward with a smile and stared at the person. "What does Zhao Jinxi lack? What do you want me to do?"
Just then, he happened to return. His lean arm rested on the chair behind her, his pose as if he were drawing her into his arms.
Wen Qiao froze for a moment. She saw Zhao Jinxi's profile pass by as he drew a tile for her.
He smiled. "Your love."
His tone was one part mocking, six parts careless.
Only one part seemed sincere.
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It was the Lunar New Year, and at a sacred Buddhist site, Zhao Jinxi stood beside his mother, bowing and kowtowing. He was unusually distracted.
Mrs. Chen handed him incense and asked what was wrong.
He lowered his head and smiled. "I just remembered a line of poetry."
Mrs. Chen was intrigued. When he recited it, her expression changed abruptly.
Onlookers clap and laugh at my wild ways. So what if I'm aloof? So what if I'm wild?
Liu Kezhuang, Song Dynasty
That line of poetry summed up Zhao Jinxi's entire life.
He was simply someone no one understood.
Only one person had given him a dream when they were young. No one had ever seen Zhao Jinxi lose control.
Later, his eyes bloodshot, he gripped Wen Qiao by the throat. All it would take was a little force, and it would happen just as he said:
"Qiao Qiao, you really deserve to die."
"You kissed me, then refused to have me."
He exiled himself at twenty-eight, and got what he wanted at thirty-five.
Note: Romance-focused
Reunion after a long separation / getting back what was lost
Brooding, free-spirited scion of a powerful Beijing family x clear-headed, tender, coolly beautiful woman
HE / five-year age gap
Theme: Love bravely
