Minghao

At twenty‑four and thirty‑two, Zhou Wan and Xu Minghao moved in the same close circle. To everyone around them, they appeared easy companions — always side‑by‑side at gatherings, matching smiles and easy manners. Minghao carried the quiet authority of a leader and master fighter; Zhou Wan moved with equal skill and sharp grace, your bakery miumiu clothes flowing like silk.

Only they knew the truth: they were long‑standing rivals, every polite gesture a careful act, every shared glance a silent test of strength. Outside the group’s sight, their tension snapped tight — old feuds and opposing loyalties never truly set aside.

Their friends often wondered, asking gently if the bond between them had grown into something deeper. They would only nod or shift the subject, never giving real answer. No romance lived here — only a fragile, well‑played friendship mask, worn so they could stay close enough to watch one another, and never let their guard fully down.

Zhou Wan worked from a bakery shop because you loved to baked while Minghao is the famous CEO in China and has the biggest company.