The Ji family's attic leaked all year round, and seventeen-year-old Lin Yanshen hid there for three full years.
The cynicism of his parents was a poisonous ice pick, and his brother's sense of superiority was an invisible shackle. They tied him to the spot with the title of "heir of the Ji family" and cursed his silence with the harshest words. He was like a plant that couldn't see the light, curled up and growing in a small corner, swallowing all the words in his stomach, and even breathing was accompanied by a cautious dull pain.
Until Shen Zhiheng appeared.
This new butler always wears a pressed white shirt and is as silent as a still life painting, but when he is locked in the attic, he will pass warm milk through the vent; when he is torn into pieces of the design draft, he will silently collect the fragments and put them in the folder; when everyone calls him a "monster", he will squat down, look at him with a pair of eyes hidden in the deep sea, and say: "It's okay, I'm listening."
From the repressed and suffocating adolescence to the turbulent business battlefield, Lin Yanshen stepped from the attic to the pinnacle of power, becoming a lonely and cold-blooded business giant in the eyes of the outside world. He still didn't like to talk, but the ice in his eyes melted in front of only one person.
Shen Zhiheng always stood behind him, being his only audience, his sharpest knife, and his strongest shield.
"They all want my money and my rights, but you are the only one..." Lin Yanshen's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, "Only you want me to talk."
Shen Zhiheng raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushed his tight lips, and his voice was low and clear: "I want to hear it, for the rest of my life."
This is a story about redemption and symbiosis. He built a high wall under the pressure of the world, and he was the only one who held the key.
Intention: self