[Powerful Patron and Canary -> Devoted Follower and Ambitious Woman]
Xie Yuan remembered their first meeting. The man looked down at the crowd as they raised their glasses, while he alone didn't touch a drop.
Her agent had bowed and scraped, only to give her role to the boss's lover.
Some people could change another person's fate with a single offhand remark.
Later, Xie Yuan clutched the thin fabric clinging to her body and opened the door of the blue-and-silver Lincoln.
He Tingwu's voice was cool and flat. “Miss Xie, you're in the wrong car.”
She looked down at him as he casually flipped through a magazine. “A car this expensive? I don't think I could have picked the wrong one.”
She had no idea that a man as noble and immaculate as he was thinking that no clothes were fine enough for her voluptuous figure.
On countless nights of passion, the lights on the top floor stayed on until dawn.
In the haze of desire, he twirled a lock of her hair around his fingers. “The yuan in Yuanyang. That name suits you better.”
Xie Yuan knew this was just the most common kind of transaction in their industry, so she never asked for more.
But she gradually discovered that he was intensely possessive. He would cut every kissing scene from her dramas.
Only after helping He Tingwu settle his family affairs did she finally get to stand on the awards stage she'd long dreamed of.
Xie Yuan packed her bags that very night, ready to leave the suffocating hothouse.
She turned and ran into the man, wearing a faintly amused smile, standing in her only way out.
He offered her an exquisitely ornate box. Inside lay a collar, chosen with care. “Can one little award really satisfy you?”
“Why bother? I'm not the only bird who wants to cling to you.”
She had been fooled by his looks and forgotten that businessmen were the most shameless of all.
That night, he gripped her throat, and even after doing it several times, he still wasn't satisfied.
In Africa's Great Rift Valley lives a kind of kite called the scissor-tailed kite.
White forehead, red eyes, able to soar and skilled at hunting.
It took He Tingwu a long time to understand. She was the one holding the knife, and he was the fish on the chopping board.
He received a photo from across the ocean. She was wrapped in an intimate embrace with someone, her eyes and brows seeming to taunt him. She was sure he wouldn't come to this harsh, barren place.
The plane landed, and the off-road vehicle drove thousands of kilometers.
Xie Yuan never imagined that the pampered Boss He would set foot on this impoverished land.
He sounded almost desperate. “A Yuan, you can kiss whoever you want, but you can't really do it with them.”
// Following you is the meaning of my journey.
Core message: Following you is the meaning of my journey.
