A Hong Kong Island Romance

The second male lead takes the girl, six-year age gap, both are virgins.

Spoiled, willful inheritor of intangible cultural heritage vs. gentle, mysterious Hong Kong tycoon

Everyone in Nancheng knew Song Chixiu had brought an orphan girl back from Beicheng, only to send her abroad before she had been with him for a year. He ignored her for three years.

Three years later, the orphan girl returned home and resolutely asked to break up.

The man’s eyes were bloodshot. His threat carried genuine emotion: “Xixi, don’t forget who let you go and see the world beyond.”

The beauty was aloof and hit him with three deadly questions:

“Do I look a lot like your unattainable first love?”

“Are you still going to marry someone else for an alliance behind my back?”

“Are you going to hand me over to a Hong Kong tycoon?”

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Jiang Yanxi first met Mr. Ying at a dinner gathering after returning home.

The man had a cool, handsome face and an elegant bearing, like a perfect gentleman. His deep eyes were so imposing she hardly dared to look at them for long, while his noble aloofness made him seem difficult to approach. The sandalwood prayer beads on his wrist further revealed his extraordinary standing.

The Ying family of Hong Kong held a lofty position, and information about its head, Ying Cong, was nearly impossible to find.

Yet even such a mysterious man was not immune to love at first sight. He fell for her and was willing to do anything for her.

At last, night fell. The neon lights of Victoria Harbour shone in a dazzling display, and the calm sea seemed sprinkled with stars. Ying Cong escorted the radiant beauty aboard a cruise ship and asked, “Nai Nai, are you sure it’s me?”

The beauty slipped her arms around him, her eyes smiling, her expression shy and lovely.

“Mr. Ying, I look forward to learning from you.”

That night, above the tranquil waters of Victoria Harbour, a swarm of buzzing drones arranged themselves into several huge words: Nai Nai, I love you.

The sea has its limits, the moon waxes and wanes, and life is imperfect, but with you here, everything is made whole.