Desire Dips Over the Capital

Lian Li's father was a chauffeur for the top-tier Jin family, one of the country's most powerful clans.

The day her father died on duty, rain poured down. Jin Yanting walked toward her, his deep voice ringing out:

"Come with me."

He took her under his wing and protected her for nine years.

When she heard that Jin Yanting had nearly fallen out with his family over his first love, Lian Li knew he had no place for her in his heart, so she chose to leave with dignity.

But she never expected the moonlit night to turn into a passionate affair that lasted until dawn.

At noon the next day, she opened her eyes to find Jin Shiyue, his younger brother, beside her.

Lian Li earnestly suggested, "You had a good time last night too. Why don't we part on good terms?"

"I didn't get enough. We aren't parting." The man wore a bath towel loosely around his waist. Droplets from his damp fringe fell over his collarbone and rolled down, disappearing beneath the towel wrapped around his hips. His sensuality seemed effortless.

He gave her a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lian Li."

Later,

At a banquet, Lian Li felt unwell and left early.

When Jin Yanting heard, he hurried out and knocked on the lounge door.

Inside, Jin Shiyue wrapped an arm tightly around Lian Li's waist, pinning her flush against the door. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately, murmuring hoarsely, "Tell him to get lost."

**

Jin Shiyue was famous for being a shameless playboy.

Everyone assumed he was just putting on an act to relieve his boredom.

Until one night in the capital, when word swept through their circle: Jin Shiyue had written Lian Li a love letter with his own hand.

The scions of powerful families all denied it: "Fake. Impossible. It has to be a forgery!"

How could the influential Second Young Master Jin ever lower himself like that?

The next day, a reporter asked him about it in an interview.

The man smiled lazily and corrected them. "Two letters: a love letter and a marriage proposal."