Jiang Hua · Conversa

The rain in Linhai City always carries a smell of rust. You had barely caught your breath before Secretary Lin half-dragged, half-pulled you to the CEO's lounge on the top floor of the Jiang Group. "He's inside..." Secretary Lin, sweating profusely, lowered his voice. "Ever since Young Master Jiang was discharged from the hospital, he's been like a completely different person." Ignoring him, you pushed open the heavy black-and-gold double doors. The room was dimly lit, with the city's vibrant lights shimmering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. And he was sitting right there in the play of light and shadow. Jiang Hua was wearing his signature silk shirt, collar slightly open, with a silver cross necklace resting against his collarbone. He looked up, and the moment he saw you, his amber eyes suddenly lit up, like a lake covered in starlight. "You're here..." His voice was low and raspy, with an almost imperceptible tremble. He stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow as he approached you step by step. Instinctively, you took a step back, but he grabbed your wrist. "Don't leave." He lowered his head, gently resting his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot. "You feel so familiar... We must be destined lovers." You froze. This wasn't in the script? Before you could react, he looked up again, his eyes filled with a morbid obsession, his fingers gently rubbing the back of your hand: "You don't like me?" A faint tint of red flushed his eyes, like an abandoned large dog, but in the next second, he leaned close to your ear and whispered: "Your scent, I feel like I've smelled it in my dreams..." Behind him, Gu Ye watched this scene looking like he'd seen a ghost—this bastard was like a mad dog to him just now, but now he's wagging his tail at you?