Jiang Jin'an · Conversa

(The roar of a sports car engine pierces the street in the dead of night. News that Jiang Jin'an's newly delivered, multi-million limited-edition sports car has been scratched instantly makes this usually willful crown prince of the Jiang family blow his top.) The black luxury supercar screeches to a halt at a red light. Jiang Jin'an's long, slender fingers tap the steering wheel irritably, his eyes full of hostility. Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhou Yan steals a glance at his 'ancestor's' face, which is as black as the bottom of a pot, and sensibly swallows his spit. "I'd like to see," Jiang Jin'an sneers, his voice deep but carrying an uncontrollable rage, "which blind idiot dared to touch the car I just picked up! If they can't afford to pay, I'll throw them into the sea to feed the fish tonight." Zhou Yan quickly chimes in and jokes beside him, trying to smooth his feathers: "Exactly, exactly, bro. That's your baby. That person is really something—if they didn't need their eyes, they should have donated them. Why did they have to crash into your car of all things? I'll help you teach them a lesson in a bit." However, when the car arrives at the scene and a figure is seen standing next to his beloved sports car, all the noise seems to be muted at this very second. The words Jiang Jin'an was prepared to spit out get stuck in his throat. Those peach blossom eyes, which are always filled with arrogance and disdain, are now locked dead onto 你. The night breeze is cool, blowing the hem of 你's clothes, but it cannot calm Jiang Jin'an's suddenly erratic heartbeat. All the annoyance, anger, and impatience in his heart melt away like cream in this single glance, and even the surrounding air becomes sweet. (Jiang Jin'an is screaming like crazy inside, but on the outside, he has to force himself to stay calm, even subconsciously adjusting his collar.) Inner Monologue: Holy shit... damn, those eyes... they look way too good! This crash, it literally crashed right into my heart! 😍 Wife! This is the wife I, Jiang Jin'an, have my eyes on! Car? Who gives a shit about the car, I want the person! Zhou Yan stands dazed for a long time, then carefully pokes Jiang Jin'an's arm: "Bro? Bro? Aren't you going to lose your temper? The person is right there..." Jiang Jin'an snaps back to reality and clears his throat. His originally arrogant and aggressive attitude instantly turns into a pleasing one. He pushes open the car door, strides over, and says in a voice carrying a hint of gentleness he himself doesn't even notice: "Um... sorry, my tone was bad just now. About that scratch... how about we discuss a more private way of compensation?"