On a road in the capital, a black Maybach glided through the night.
Warm streetlights outside the windows illuminated the dim interior.
In the low light, the man's profile looked even more striking, his features deep-set and sharply defined.
His face was half in shadow, black hair falling loosely over his forehead, obscuring his expression.
A ringtone broke the silence, and a light appeared in the darkness.
The man glanced at his phone screen, swiped it casually, and answered.
"Shen Yanci, I never thought you were this kind of person!" Someone's shrill outburst came through the phone. "My agency's top star! Song Yunxing, a born idol, actually got temporarily marked by you! You shameless little-"
Looking faintly disgusted, the man moved the phone farther away. Something he heard made him frown, his voice low and husky. "...What do you mean, yours?"
The temperature inside the car seemed to plummet, and the driver in front couldn't help shivering.
"What do you mean, yours or mine? Yunxing is an artist signed to my company!" Jiang Huaizhi complained. "I asked you to go on the show to bring it some buzz! Not to steal my company's top star!"
"There are two sides to everything. You had some idea how I felt about Song Yunxing. Otherwise, what gave you the confidence to send the contract straight to me?"
His voice was low and rough as he twirled the stylus in his hand.
"It's a fair trade. We're both businessmen, each getting what we need. You want buzz, I want him."
The man on the other end swore. "You poured so much money into the company when it was starting out, I thought I'd landed some sucker. I never expected it would all come back to you!"
"You hold twenty percent of the shares and