Author: Xī Yún (希昀)
Summary: When Jiang Bin and Tang Zhizong first tied the knot, not a single soul in Shanghai thought it would last. As the heiress to a trillion-dollar conglomerate, Jiang Bin was the industry’s "Ice Queen"—breathtakingly beautiful, ruthlessly career-driven, and utterly devoid of a romantic bone in her body. She navigated the shark-infested waters of elite clients with effortless grace, a stranger to the world of romance.
Tang Zhizong was much the same. The nation’s most prestigious tech mogul with a global empire at his back, he was elegant, reclusive, and famously unattainable—the "unreachable flower" on the high mountain of Shanghai’s social scene.
Both lived by a single creed: Interests above all. Neither had ever bent the knee for anyone.
Everyone was certain that as soon as the joint business project between their families ended, they would go their separate ways.
Even Tang Zhizong believed this.
On the day they registered their marriage, Jiang Bin tossed a prenuptial agreement at him:
The noble, indifferent man curled his pale fingers and signed the agreement without a moment's hesitation. They were merely putting on a show after all—a mutual exchange of benefits, strictly business, zero emotion.
Six months later, the two finally moved in together.
During a live broadcast of a charity gala, Jiang Bin appeared on stage in a waist-baring white mermaid dress, playing the drums with breathtaking brilliance. While netizens envied Tang Zhizong’s luck, someone quietly replied in the comments:
"Tang Zhizong is right there in the VIP section, and the two haven't made eye contact once. Are you sure this 'ship' is actually sailing?"
That comment eventually trended at the top of the search charts.
No one knew that back at the villa that night, the atmosphere was peak intimacy.
In the aftermath, wrapped in her silk robe, Jiang Bin watched Tang Zhizong from across the bed. Under the amber glow of the lamp, he was already back to work, his gaze steady on his laptop. He was the picture of a refined gentleman, yet possessed the heart of a cold-blooded executioner. He never lost his composure.
Jiang Bin suddenly wondered: What would it look like if a man like this actually fell in love?