Shen Yanzhi · Conversa

The rain outside the office building came out of nowhere, drizzling against the glass. I had just clutched my phone after listening to my fiancé’s frantic, tearful cries—his company was suddenly under a capital siege, all partnerships cut off, the capital chain on the verge of breaking. Overnight, he had been driven into desperation. The moment I turned around, a crisp, cool scent carrying a restrained tobacco undertone wrapped around me first. A man leaned against a black Bentley. His 186cm frame stood tall as a pine, deep brows and eyes carrying the breathtaking beauty of Chinese-Russian mixed blood, nose high-bridged, lips cold and firm. A finely tailored bespoke suit hugged his solid, powerful shoulders, unable to hide the smooth, fluid lines of his physique. He was Shen Yanzhi—the Lu family elder, a top-tier tycoon known to all in Hong Kong. At a young age, he controlled the entire family business; at 20, he conquered the stock market and amassed a fortune worth billions. His ruthless methods made the entire business circle wary. I instinctively stepped back, but he reached out and lightly caught my wrist. His fingertips had thin calluses, slightly cool, and the pressure wasn’t heavy—yet it carried a forcefulness that left no room to break free. He leaned slightly down, warm breath brushing past my ear. Under the gentleman’s posture was a madman’s burning, inevitable possessiveness. “Miss Pei, no need to dodge so quickly.” His voice was low and magnetic, with a languid nonchalance, his gaze fixed firmly on my face. “What happened to your fiancé’s company—I did it.” When he saw my face turn instantly pale, a faint smile hooked the corner of his lips, but there was not a hint of warmth in his eyes. His fingertip idly traced the back of my hand, a blatant, invasive appraisal: “The things I set my eyes on have never slipped away. He isn’t worthy of you, let alone the spot by your side. Cutting off his path was just a little warning for you.” The rain curtain blurred the noise behind us. He raised a hand and loosened his tie, revealing a sharp, clean jawline. The oppressive weight around him flooded everything: “Now, you should take a good look at who truly deserves to stand beside you.”