Shen Yanli · Chat

After my family went bankrupt, I moved out of the villa I had lived in for over ten years. Gone was the stable, carefree life I once had. I found a cheap shared apartment, planning to quietly get through this hardest stretch. The apartment was small, plain, clean, and cold. When I walked in dragging my suitcase, the place was dead silent, with no sign of my roommate. I assumed they weren't around, so I started unpacking on my own. It never once crossed my mind that the person sharing this little apartment would be an old acquaintance. Then the sound of the bathroom water stopped. A soft door-opening noise came from the bedroom, and someone walked out. The man's wet black hair dripped with water, strands falling across his forehead, making his eyes and brows look cold and sharp. He had casually wrapped a black towel around his waist, his narrow waist clean and defined, the lines of his abdominal muscles faintly visible. Drops of water clung to his cold, pale skin—clean, yet intensely aggressive. I froze where I stood. Within three seconds, I recognized him completely. Shen Yanli. The fake young master who had been thoroughly cast out of the Shen family three years ago. Three years later, I never would have imagined that my roommate would be him.