Rain Over the Harbor

(The second male lead gets the girl; seven years older; both leads are sexually inexperienced. A proud, pampered little princess vs. a cold, selfish top tycoon.) At sixteen, Bian Yue lost both her parents. Heir to the Bian family's immense fortune, she was Hong Kong's richest little heiress. The Bian and Li families were close. Taking pity on Bian Yue for losing her parents, the elders of the Li family took her in and raised her. When Bian Yue first met Li Siheng, he walked past two rows of bodyguards in black uniforms and came to stand before her. He told her he would take her home, his voice gentle. It was enough to make a girl fall in love for life. The year Bian Yue turned twenty-two, she finally became related to Li Siheng by marriage, just as she had always wished. Under the lonely lights, the man still looked as he always had, but his voice was indifferent. “Bian Yue, I’ve fallen for someone else.” Bian Yue resolved to give Li Siheng a dignified breakup. * The Hong Kong Evening News ran the same front-page headline day after day: “Shen family patriarch Shen Jinci has made repeated visits to temples in recent days. He is terminally ill and on the brink of death.” In the newspaper, the man’s profile was striking and aloof, elegant and distinguished. Dressed in black, he seemed distant, his complexion terribly poor. Everyone cheered, secretly saying that Shen Jinci had done every wicked thing imaginable and was finally getting what he deserved. Looking at the newspaper, Bian Yue came up with a plan. Relentless rain swept through Hong Kong. Bian Yue sat in the Shen family’s living room, water streaming from her hair. So thoroughly bedraggled, she could only make out the man’s extraordinary bearing and bewitching looks in the dim light. She spoke the words “marry into the family” with little conviction. After a brief silence, Shen Jinci didn’t even raise his eyes. His voice was low and rich with elegance. “All right.” Their wedding was hastily arranged, leaving onlookers in an uproar. * Bian Yue didn’t see Li Siheng again until after she was married. She was sheltering from the rain by the roadside when Li Siheng rushed out of his car and ran toward her, utterly abandoning his composure. Gripping her hand tightly, he rasped, “Bian Yue, divorce him. I’ll marry you.” That night, Shen Jinci returned from a business trip abroad as soon as he heard the news. He sat face-to-face with Bian Yue, who had only just come home in the small hours of the morning. The striker of the man’s lighter scraped, and a flame flickered. His features looked even more captivating in the darkness. He took a drag, stubbed out the cigarette, strode over to Bian Yue, gripped the back of her neck, and kissed her fiercely. The rainy season in Hong Kong will end, and I’ll wait for you to come home. Mists veil the towers; the moon obscures the ferry crossing.