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Pei Yueli x Yu Kelan | dazzling and carefree x playfully eccentric charmer
*Fashion world | high society | Paris trip | dom and dog | groveling to win back one's wife
1.
While studying design in Paris, Pei Yueli was crossing the Pont d'Iena late at night when she knocked over a bunch of wild roses, simply wrapped yet blooming in all their splendor.
Dewdrops glimmered on the petals, as did the amber eyes of the young man who looked up at the same time.
His deep-set, handsome features, along with his fair fingertips, red from brushing against the thorns, were slowly and regretfully caressed again and again by the lights of the Eiffel Tower behind the bridge, eventually becoming a tipsy restlessness in Pei Yueli's heart.
She had knocked over the roses treasured by a destitute young man.
She ought to make it up to him with another rose, one softer, more radiant.
For example, herself.
In the midst of their heady flirtation, Pei Yueli thought it over and decided to keep the young man named Yu Kelan by her side.
It wasn't because he was studying abroad alone and penniless.
Of Chinese-French descent, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and perfect nine-head proportions, he had the most camera-ready physique in the world.
For a designer, he was a muse dropped from the heavens, the kind who could send inspiration soaring.
"I'll treat you well."
She earnestly pressed a few francs into his palm and made her promise in the cramped rental apartment, speaking like a sugar mama.
"From today on, I'll pay, and you'll put in the work. You'll be my..."
"Exclusive male model."
2.
Perhaps Yu Kelan really did bring her career luck.
With his seemingly endless stream of inspiration, Pei Yueli moved out of her shabby Paris rental and successfully completed her design studies.
On the day she left Paris, she took a check and a bunch of roses to the place where Yu Kelan usually worked.
Amid the elegant clothes and glamorous company, the young man stood at the top of a gilded staircase. Surrounded by admirers, he turned and looked down at the girl who had doubled back.
The crystal chandelier perfectly accentuated the bold sharpness of his features. His crocodile-leather Silvano Lattanzi shoes rested on the expensive carpet, and their owner looked down on her discomposure with the same air of superiority.
Only then did Pei Yueli understand.
He had deceived her terribly.
But so what?
She tossed the check aside without hesitation and cut him off with nothing but a plane ticket.
When they met again, she treated him as nothing more than the most distant of colleagues.
Until, backstage at a Paris couture show, Yu Kelan strode straight through a crowd of beautiful models, pulled the bespectacled girl measuring garments with a tape measure and pencil to his side in front of everyone, then bowed his head and brushed his cheek against her soft fingertips.
"Where's my rose, Vera?"
He drew out the syllables that should have been brief, making them endlessly tender, the final note rising slightly like a scorching hook.
His eyes, sly as cat's-eye gemstones, passed over her features and settled hungrily on her softly pursed lips.
"You used to give me a rose after every show."
Only the two of them knew.
He meant more than just a rose.
Reading Guide: Head of a luxury fashion conglomerate x dazzling, flirtatious genius designer
One-on-one romance, both leads are virgins, groveling to win her back, the CEO's male-model diary
The CEO turns into a dog x a diary of dog training
The fashion world, high society, a trip to Paris.
Some elements are fictional and will be noted when necessary. Nothing is based on real people or events.
2024.12.24 (screenshot saved)
Theme: Building a healthy view of love
