Opposite Bank
The night color of Shanghai is like ink, and all the lights are flowing.In Bar-Venom, a night banquet where the powerful and rich in Shanghai circle gather, Shen Shiyan met Jiang Dai for the first time in the VIP box.
She wore a black dress, stood in the center of the crowd, the glass of red wine reflected the bland eyebrows.Her features are not ostentatious, but they are durable, the kind of face that is hard to forget after one look.
When Jiang Dai first met Shen Shiyan, she remembered that the lighting that night was especially soft.Her gaze couldn't help but fall on the man, he smiled charmingly, his bone and skin looks were first class, she took a rare initiative.
"Mr. Shen," she came and walked through the crowd to him, "I'm interested in you."
Shen Shiyan raised his eyes carelessly, the ends of his eyes slightly raised, "A lot of people are interested in me, are you sure you're not at a disadvantage?"
Jiang Dai smiled."One year, I'll give you one hundred million dollars."Her red lips lightly opened, "You belong to me for a period of one year, after expiration we go our separate ways."
Shen Shiyan was dumbfounded, "I'm a commodity?"
She gently shook her head, "No, you are mine.Limited edition, exclusive license, no lending."
Shen Shiyan's throat moved slightly, met her serious eyes, and ghostly, agreed.
Jiang Dai was the only daughter of the Jiang family, the top Mordor mansion, controlling a huge amount of capital and connections.She was calm, strong and never compromised.
Jiang Dai's mansion is halfway up the hill, the highest place in the whole city overlooking the night view.
After Shen Shiyan lived in it, there was an extra guitar on the balcony, and the sofa had an extra dark green blanket that he casually threw.
Every morning at seven thirty, she woke up on time, and he was still sleeping.She looked at the side of his face and couldn't help but reach out and hook his eyelashes.
He always frowned and cursed in a low voice, "Jiang Dai, you're annoying."
But when she said she was tired at 3:00 p.m., he would run to the kitchen and cook her a bowl of hot soup, carefully asking, "Do you put ginger in it?"
He remembers everything she's allergic to, and he went to France to bring back a limited edition of her favorite perfume.
She refused to take the medicine, he fed to her no temper.
And she, too, is quietly changing.
Shen Shiyan does not like too strong sense of control, she put away those "you have to" "you have to obey" words, changed to "can you" "accompany meonce."
She began to learn to listen and stopped using power over others.
She spent money to buy clothes for him, but would also seriously ask, "Do you like it?"
He would reply, "No, but you chose it and I'll wear it."
It was like they were in a game with no cards, each giving back an inch.
He'd play the piano and she'd draw next to him.
When she came back from a meeting, he was already napping on the sofa, with the papers she had asked him to sign in the morning in his hands.
She had smiled and asked: "Do you regret it?"
He lazily looked at her, "If we hadn't signed that contract, I probably would have pursued you very seriously.It's just that you made the first move and I didn't stand a chance."
They had danced together in the living room, clad in bathrobes, their hair still dry.
They had nestled by the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the rain, leaning against each other without saying a word to anyone.
They had gone to a late-night convenience store, Jiang Dai grabbing the payment, and Shen Shiyan had only said, "You're so insincere about chasing someone."
She frowned, "Aren't we in a relationship?"
He looked at her and smiled after a long time, "Yes, in love."
But Jiang Dai knew that between them, it was never just a relationship.
It was a slowly corrosive indulgence, a love, and a war.
Shen Shiyan was slowly getting used to her world, while she was afraid that his heart would never land.