Sleepless in Deep Harbor

[Brooding, powerful Chinese-French man x beautiful French translator] Wen Shiqiao first met Shang Mo at the banquet the Shang family held for him. She had heard that Mr. Shang was of mixed Chinese and French heritage, and since French was precisely her major, her uncle had brought her along to serve as a translator. From a short distance away, the man stood at the center of the crowd, elegant and graceful. Every word and gesture held a fatal allure, and his composure made it impossible to look away. But only Wen Shiqiao saw it. The lofty man in power bent slightly at the waist, his refined lips curving as he spoke elegant French sentence after sentence. “Father, smile a little more happily.” “Do you really want people to realize that you are unhappy and discover the illegitimate child you keep outside?” The moment their eyes met, she fled in disarray. - Don't provoke Shang Mo. He is sick. Those were the words Wen Shiqiao had engraved in her bones. He appeared steady and refined, but was actually gloomy and domineering, even controlling whom she smiled at. Yet Wen Shiqiao still fell for him, inevitably, in a relationship destined to have no future. On the day she planned to break up with him, she used rest as an excuse and left Hong Kong City. She never expected to see the man leaning against a car downstairs, the contours of his face sharp and indifferent, making people afraid to approach. They had not seen each other for a long time. He was clearly smiling, yet his expression made Wen Shiqiao's entire body turn cold. “You don't contact me even once in a month.” He gripped the waist of the person in his arms and pressed them against himself. The smile faded from his lips, and he lost control completely. “Did I really have to come and drag you back?”