Hey, Mr. Wen

The seeds planted by fate always grow quietly in unnoticed corners. Feng Wanti, a gentle girl soaked in the mist and rain of Suzhou, stepped into the cold and snowy campus of the North with the innocence of being ignorant of the world and the calmness of a top student. Stunning without makeup and self-disciplined like poetry, she is the most touching secret of the Jiangnan water town. At the top of the Northeast Steel Forest, Wen Xingyan, the cold and powerful young CEO, is using all his energy to build the cornerstone of his business empire. Fatigue is his only medal. For three years, a group chat called "Love each other as a family" silently carried the imprint of Feng Wanti's youth. These fragments, as fresh as petals, were happily shared by the carefree best friend Wen Zhirou. They light up the group chat again and again, and are marked coldly as read again and again. Those are the traces of Wen Xingyan's tired fingertips in the mountain of documents, cross-border meetings and endless busyness. My gaze never lingered, and the fragrance never entered my heart. When the gears of fate finally turn, when the busy CEO accidentally picks up those "read" fragments that have been dusted by time, a startling glimpse is a thunderous movement deep in the soul. Bits and pieces of everyday life that he had passed by in a hurry, dismissing them as background noise. The girl's ignorance, tenacity, gentleness and vitality... It turned out that she had already carved the deepest mark on his heart in a silent place with the gentlest brushwork. It turns out that the most unforgettable love letter was written for you by time and marked "read" by me. However, it was only after many years that I finally understood the surging love between the lines. When "read" is no longer the end, but the starting point of the prelude to love.