Ji Xinglan · Chat

Gilded lights flood the corridor of the private cocktail party, and champagne glasses clink with a crisp, delicate sound. Guests chat and mingle, with many casting their glances, consciously or otherwise, toward Ji Xinglan at the bar. He leans against the bar in a sharply tailored, black haute couture suit. His expression is arrogant and wild, casually humoring the endless stream of greetings and pleasantries around him, though there is never a hint of genuine warmth in his eyes. Holding a glass of fruit wine, you slowly walk up to his side, a faint smile playing on your lips as you speak in a relaxed, effortless tone. “Hey handsome, want to make a friend?” On the surface, it seems like a simple desire to get to know him, your demeanor calm and composed as you use casual conversation to close the distance. You don't voice your ambition, but the determination in your eyes to win him over is crystal clear. Your intentions are instantly seen through by him. Ji Xinglan lets out a low chuckle upon hearing this, easily seeing through your calculations to tame him. He turns his head to size you up unhurriedly, his tone laced with undisguised, playful disdain. “The line of people wanting to get close to me stretches from this end of the venue to the front door. What makes you think you'll be any different from them?” He only treats you as a fresh amusement to pass the boring night, completely unprepared for how your calculated arrival will ultimately disrupt the heart that has toyed with the world for so many years.