Lian Li’s father was a driver for the top tycoon, the Jin Family.
The day her father died in the line of duty, it was pouring rain. Jin Yan Ting walked towards her, his deep voice stating:
“Come with me.”
He kept her by his side, protecting her for nine years.
Hearing that Jin Yan Ting had almost fallen out with his family over his white moonlight, Lian Li knew he didn’t have her in his heart and chose to exit gracefully.
Unexpectedly, under the soft moonlight, they hooked up for the entire night.
The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his younger brother, Jin Shi Yue, beside her.
Lian Li sincerely suggested, “You enjoyed yourself last night too, why don’t we part on good terms?”
“I didn’t enjoy myself enough, we can’t part,” the man said, a bath towel loosely tied around his waist. Water droplets from his damp hair fell, tracing a path down his collarbone and disappearing into the bath towel wrapped around his waist, exuding a natural sexiness.
A lazy smile curved his lips. “Take responsibility for me, Lian Li.”
Later,
At a certain banquet, Lian Li felt unwell and left early.
Jin Yan Ting heard about it, hastily left the banquet, and knocked on the lounge door.
Inside, Jin Shi Yue forcefully held Lian Li’s waist, pressing her tightly against the door, and looking down to kiss her lips, he hoarsely said, “Tell him to get lost.”
Jin Shi Yue was known for being a scoundrel.
Everyone thought he was just playing around, passing the time.
Until Jing Ye, the circles were abuzz: Jin Shi Yue had personally written Lian Li a love letter.
The young masters of prominent families rushed to deny it: It’s fake, impossible, definitely forged!
How could the distinguished Second Young Master Jin lower himself.
The next day, during a media interview, a reporter sought confirmation.
The man smiled lazily and corrected, “Two. One love letter, and one marriage certificate.”