Letter from Hong Kong

Hong Kong tabloids are spreading rumors again: “Shang Shao, the heir to a top-tier wealthy family, is 36 and unmarried, with no romantic scandals for years – suspected of having a certain dysfunction.”
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Mainland film star Ying Yin only wanted to find a sucker to bankroll her. When the man sitting across from her, worth hundreds of billions, extends an invitation:
“Would you pretend to be in a relationship with me for a year? You don’t have to do anything.”
“Mr. Shang, you underestimate me.”
“One hundred million, after taxes.”
The lighter’s flint scraped softly. The man tilted his head slightly to light his cigarette. In the dim glow of the flame, his profile was sharply defined, shadows deep – refined and aristocratic, yet carrying an air of careless detachment.
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For no reason, Ying Yin thought back to the first time they met.
That day, rain poured in torrents. She had been in a sorry state – it was he who had his butler give her an umbrella.
The black umbrella tilted slightly upward. Through the curtain of rain, she caught sight of the man sitting inside a silver-roofed Maybach, his eyes half-closed.
Even in silence, he seemed utterly out of reach.
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Later on.
Everyone thought the eldest son of the Shang family was always composed, unshaken, moving through life with effortless ease.
Only Ying Yin knew that on New Year’s Eve, he would travel a long and arduous journey, landing at a remote, impoverished village film set, just to find her, lower his gaze, and ask:
“Do you really have to film that kissing scene?”
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【Powerful elite × Actress】
Contract relationship · Old flames reignited
“Tonight, the moon is bright – grant me the right to love you.”