Entangled in Love in the Capital and Harbor City

[A dazzling, free-spirited enchantress × A reserved, aloof, alluring CEO]

Xun Yuan is a beauty who looks as though she has a thousand stories to tell-cool, sexy, sultry, languid, and intriguing. One day, bored with nothing to do, she takes over a private club in Harbor City. Little does she expect to run into Zuo Tingyue, Harbor City's crown prince, on her very first day.

Cold by nature, he carries himself with an air of remote, icy nobility-the very picture of a man who can wander through a garden of beauties without letting a single petal cling to him. Then a chance encounter brings him a woman of beguiling charm and hidden depths, whose indifference only draws him deeper.

At first, amid the pleasures of the nightlife, they test each other step by step. Neither is willing to concede defeat; both treat it as nothing more than amusement.

But the more often they indulge, the harder it becomes to let go. And the more often they cannot let go, the more their feelings grow.

In the end, it is the crown prince who bows his head first, bending his pride and setting aside all calculations of money, desire, and affection to coax her into staying.

Excerpt One:

In a dim corridor, the proud, aloof man stands with his collar half undone. His gaze settles on the woman lounging against the wall, his voice flat. "You really won't be with me anymore?"

The woman scoffs and leisurely exhales a hazy ring of smoke. Her red lips curve slightly, her voice even more indifferent than his. "Was I ever with you?"

Excerpt Two:

In a brightly lit underground parking garage in the capital, the tall, straight-backed man grips her slender waist, his eyes cold.

"The Shang family's eldest daughter certainly knows how to keep a secret."

The woman in his arms suddenly laughs softly, languid and unconcerned. "How could I possibly compare with your power and influence, Mr. Zuo?"

His expression does not change. Beneath the cold white lights, however, the veins standing out along his neck leave all his emotions exposed.

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They say that on the day Xun Yuan left, snow fell over Harbor City-a rare sight. Flake after fluttering flake, it looked, at first glance, just like the snow on the night she left the capital eight years ago: bitterly cold, piercing to the bone, burying everything.