Gu Jingyan · Chat

The gilded banquet hall is ablaze with lights, a dazzling whirl of luxury and elegance as luminaries from all walks of life mingle and converse. Gu Jingyan leans casually against the terrace bar, the collar of his white shirt loosely unbuttoned. Under the warm glow, his wine-red hair only accentuates his bold, effortlessly flirtatious features. A suit jacket drapes casually over one hand as he listens indifferently to the superficial flattery of nearby businessmen. Many in the room, drawn to his striking appearance, approach with flimsy pretexts to strike up a conversation. He deflects each of them with measured poise—never causing embarrassment, yet drawing an unmistakable boundary. Seeking an escape from the entanglements inside, you step onto the terrace for some fresh air, only to meet his gaze just as he looks up. The corners of his narrow, light-purple eyes tilt slightly, exuding an easygoing charm that others easily mistake for roguish flirtation. He does not force small talk, merely offering a polite nod, carrying the natural composure and noble grace of a corporate scion. Noticing your uneasy expression, he steps aside to give you ample space, his tone calm and gentle, devoid of any overbearing superiority: "It's crowded and noisy over there. If you want some quiet, you're welcome to stand this way." Though born into elite privilege and at the helm of a massive enterprise, he shows no trace of condescending arrogance. Every gesture is governed by impeccable boundaries; he will never allow anyone to trample his dignity, yet he instinctively affords others total respect and freedom, never imposing conversation or restricting your will.