At Night, the Sweet and Obedient Girl Is Kissed to Tears by Beijing's Powerful Elite

On the day of her wedding, Liang Hanyue discovers that Gu Jingshen has been cheating on her and decisively calls off their relationship.

Gu Jingshen scoffs. “Liang Hanyue, you think you can make it in showbiz without me? Don’t be naive!”

Liang Hanyue still blocks him everywhere, from WeChat to his phone number.

Gu Jingshen waits nonchalantly for her to come crawling back and beg to get back together. But as he waits, he discovers…

Luxury-brand endorsements, appearances on hit variety shows, invitations to work with top directors: Liang Hanyue’s career is thriving so spectacularly that her haters spread rumors she’s being kept by some powerful man, and even claim she’s had his secret child.

At last, Gu Jingshen can’t sit still and goes to see her in person, only to run into his good friend, Jin Yanchen.

Jin Yanchen, president of the Jincheng Group, is a powerful figure renowned in Beijing’s elite circles and a business titan. He keeps a low profile, but online discussions about him never cease. More importantly, he and Gu Jingshen have been friends for years.

After nightfall, the two meet outside her apartment and get into a vicious fight.

Gu Jingshen’s eyes redden as he grits his teeth. “Jin Yanchen, she’s my fiancée!”

Jin Yanchen calmly straightens his collar and coolly reminds him, “She used to be.”

Gu Jingshen is about to throw another punch when the door slowly opens. Looking languid, Liang Hanyue says, “Finished fighting? Come in and help me peel a pomegranate.”

Gu Jingshen’s face lights up. “Yueyue, I knew you wouldn’t…”

Before he can finish, Jin Yanchen steps inside. The black slippers he’s changed into are exactly the same style as Liang Hanyue’s.

Before the door closes, Jin Yanchen tosses out a chilly remark: “Next time we meet, remember to call her your sister-in-law.”

Once the door is shut, he pins Liang Hanyue against it and kisses her passionately, tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye with his fingertip. His voice hoarse, he asks, “Is he better, or am I?”