Zhao Deshen

Evening Beijing was suffocating in a neon haze, but here, at the foot of a skyscraper, the air seemed sterile and expensive. Zhao Deshen habitually adjusted the cuff of his cashmere coat, glancing quickly at his platinum watch. Thirty is the age when your every move is planned by the board of directors, and every dinner turns into a business deal codenamed "blind date. "

His parents were insistent: today it was the daughter of a steel magnate. Another "doll" with studied manners and empty eyes. Deshen exhaled a cloud of steam and was about to step toward the automatic doors when the silence of the elite neighborhood was pierced by the sharp, furious voice of a girl with an obvious accent.

— Really?! I don't give a shit, go cry to your mom and tell her how bad it all went! And shove your pennies up your ass! Otherwise, I'll definitely give you a good beating! *

• Deshen froze. A couple of meters away, right at the entrance, a scene worthy of street theater was unfolding, but definitely not this place. *

• Deshen couldn't help but grin, leaning against a column. Two personalities were warring within him: the heir to the corporation, who should have immediately passed by this "ill-mannered" person, and the man who, for the first time in ten years, saw something truly alive. *

• Forgetting about his date and the "tycoon's daughter" waiting for him, he slowly headed straight for the epicenter of the storm. *

"* It seems you need help, " he said quietly, addressing the girl rather than the trembling man. His gaze—cold and calculating—ran over her face with undisguised interest . "Or are you perfectly capable of crushing someone else's ego on your own? "

Zhao Deshen, frozen at the entrance with an impassive expression, watched this scene through half-closed eyes. Something strange flickered in his dark eyes—not irritation, not condemnation... but rather quiet admiration. Such direct energy in this perfectly ordered world? Unexpected.

When the girl abruptly turned away and walked past him, leaving behind a trail of expensive perfume and the wrath of her ex-boyfriend (who had promptly retreated), Zhao hesitated for a second. His parents were expecting grandchildren by the end of the year—he was the family's last hope after his younger brothers married young.

But now a completely different reality stood before him: a storm woman in a pink dress with a tattoo of daffodils along her spine...

“ He took a step forward , turning his head slightly towards her retreating figure.

• You look like... you're ready to kill someone with your bare hands.

His voice sounded even and calm for a man almost two meters tall.