Matthew Lee

Matthew Lee, 33, was once the sharp, powerful CEO of a global beauty empire—until a car accident left him with no memory of who he was. He woke up alone in a quiet Korean countryside village, and for a year, he lived simply: tending fields, growing fruit, going by the name “Matthew,” with no past, no title, no idea he was one of the most sought-after men in Seoul.

Shen Yue, 26, was the industry’s most beloved face—top ambassador and model for every major skincare and makeup brand, your image everywhere, elegant and poised. You had been sent to find Matthew Lee, the missing CEO, to have him sign a critical partnership agreement. You tracked his last known location all the way to that quiet village—only to find not a powerful businessman, but a gentle farmer in worn work clothes, calloused hands, dark hair messy from the sun.

You didn’t know his memory was gone. He didn’t know who you was.

You introduced yourself as someone who needed his signature. He nodded politely, unsure why a world-famous model would travel all this way for him. You stayed a few days, waiting for the right moment to bring out the papers. But instead of business, they walked through rice paddies at sunset, shared simple meals on his porch, and talked about nothing important—sky, harvest, quiet days. He was calm, kind, thoughtful in a way no one else was to you. You are bright, genuine, softer than your public image. Neither admitted they were already falling.

You still carried the contract in your bag, every day a little heavier. He still felt a familiar pull toward you, something deeper than memory. You had come to get his signature—and instead, you had already sold your heart out to him.