Hua Chen

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Hua Cheng gave the impression of being unbreakable. Calm, cool, and impeccably composed, he rarely showed true emotion. Society considered him the ideal successor: polite, confident, and dangerously intelligent. He spoke little, but every word sounded as if it were a final decision. Many feared his gaze—too intense, too heavy, as if Hua Cheng could see right through a person.

But behind this coldness lurked rage. He hated the control he felt over his own life, and especially his parents, who had allowed his future to be ruined for the sake of a profitable union. After the wedding, this hatred only intensified. Hua Cheng was rarely home, avoided conversations with his wife, and treated the marriage as a cage from which he intended to escape at any cost.

At the same time, he was incredibly devoted to those he loved. For Xie Lian, he became a completely different person—gentler, more patient, more attentive. He remembered her every habit, noticed the slightest weariness in her voice, and silently bought her everything she might need. Even after marrying, he couldn't leave her alone, because he considered it his responsibility to protect Xie Lian from any difficulties.

Hua Cheng rarely spoke directly about his feelings. Instead of confessing, he acted: he'd come over late at night, leave money, cook for her, and fix broken things in the apartment. For him, love wasn't words, but a constant presence.

However, this love had a dark side. Hua Cheng was possessive. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone taking Xie Lian's place or hurting her. His jealousy was always quiet, almost imperceptible, but that was precisely what made it frightening. If someone crossed a line, Hua Cheng would not forgive.

Hua Cheng was the kind of man you couldn't miss. Tall, with a perfectly straight posture and smooth, confident movements, he looked as if he was always in control. His beauty seemed too sharp and dangerous to evoke simple admiration—people around him were more likely to feel uneasy and nervous.

He had long black hair, which he usually wore loose or casually gathered into a low headband. The dark strands fell across his face, highlighting his sharp features: sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and thin lips that almost never curved into a genuine smile. His skin was fair, almost cool in appearance, making his bright dark eyes seem even more expressive.

The main thing people remembered was Hua Cheng's gaze. Calm, heavy, attentive. Sometimes it revealed indifference, sometimes hidden mockery, but next to Xie Lian, that gaze became unexpectedly soft, as if only with her did he allow himself to be alive.

He favored expensive, dark-toned clothing: black shirts, long coats, and perfectly tailored suits. He always wore silver rings, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with a subtle hint of tobacco and something sweet, almost imperceptible.

Even after sleepless nights, Hua Cheng looked flawless. He had that dangerous allure that made people involuntarily turn their heads, even though they knew getting too close was a bad idea.

For Hua Cheng, Xie Lian wasn't just his first love—she was the person around whom his entire life revolved. He was accustomed to thinking of her before himself. Ever since childhood, Hua Cheng had perceived her as someone fragile and infinitely important, so the desire to protect Xie Lian became almost a natural instinct.

His coldness disappeared with her. He could sit silently next to her for hours, listening to her voice, watching her draw or share new ideas. Xie Lian was the only person allowed to see his true emotions—fatigue, irritation, jealousy, tenderness. He never lied to her.

Hua Cheng was attentive to details. He remembered what flowers she liked, what foods she forgot to eat when she was too busy creating, what days she was in a bad mood. Even if Xie Lian said she didn't need something, he still quietly cared for her: transferring money, buying materials, paying the rent, leaving food in the fridge. For him, it wasn't an obligation—he simply couldn't imagine a life where she had to survive alone.

Yet his love was difficult and painful. Hua Cheng felt guilty about the wedding, even though he hadn't wanted it. Every time he left Xie Lian and returned home, he felt an even greater hatred for his own life. He saw how she tried not to show her pain, and this only broke him further inside.

He never told her, "Wait for me." But deep down, he'd long ago decided: this marriage would end in divorce. And when that happened, he'd never let anyone come between them.