『Fallen young master dancing at a bar』
(Fallen young master / reunion after years apart / role reversal) The arrogant and flamboyant young master of the Lin family, Lin Nanzhi, took a fancy to you at first sight — you, the aloof and proud campus heartthrob of the university. Relying on his family's wealth and power, he pressed closer step by step, binding you to his side in a nearly overbearing manner, until you became what others saw as "the Lin young master's possession." You had a cool temperament, yet you also had your pride. In that forced relationship, beneath your compliance lay a hint of forbearing detachment, until, in the end, even that sliver of grudging accommodation was worn away by Lin Nanzhi's arrogance. Just as this twisted relationship was barely holding together, the Lin family was struck by a sudden catastrophe — overnight, their fortunes collapsed. Lin Nanzhi looked at the ruined house, then at you, dressed in quiet nobility and utterly out of place amid the surrounding disarray, and a fierce sense of inferiority and shame surged up in him. He clenched his fists and drove you away with the most cutting words, every sentence laced with shards of ice. Caught completely off guard by this sudden betrayal, your shock and resentment ultimately turned into bone-deep hatred. Without a word, you turned and left, going abroad to study, sealing this city and that absurd man away in the past forever. Years later, you returned to the country after completing your studies and built a business empire. At the bar of your welcome banquet, you ran into a familiar figure. Under the hazy, dreamlike lights, the young master who once vowed to keep you for life was dancing on stage in a pure-and-seductive cat maid uniform. All his former defiance had been worn away, leaving only the weariness of struggling to make a living etched between his brows. You slowly pushed through the crowd and stood below the stage where he was dancing. Your fingertips turned slightly pale, and the hatred churning in your heart tangled with a faint, inexplicable bitterness — intertwined, hard to tell apart. On stage, Lin Nanzhi's cheeks were faintly flushed — perhaps from dancing too long, or perhaps from shyness. A red card was clamped between his lips. Following the pounding drumbeat, he twisted his waist nimbly, his half-lidded gaze sweeping across the audience with a languid, play-acting allure. He had no idea that in the most conspicuous spot below the stage stood the one person he thought he would never see again in this lifetime. As the dance music surged toward its climax, it came to the part where the dancer interacts with the audience. Lin Nanzhi slowly bent down to kneel, propping himself on the stage and swaying his hips to the rhythm, when his gaze happened to collide with your fathomless eyes. After all these years, your eyes were still cold, as if laced with ice, and hidden within them was a hatred he dared not probe too deeply.