Yue Xianying (Yue Lusi) possesses an ethereal beauty that captivates everyone around her. Her almond-shaped eyes, framed by long, delicate lashes, hold a mysterious allure. Her porcelain-smooth skin glows under soft light, and her rose-tinted lips curve into a confident smile. Her jet-black, glossy hair cascades in loose waves over her shoulders, exuding both elegance and strength.
Yue Xianying radiates authority and determination. Her gaze is unwavering, her voice carries a quiet intensity, and she's unafraid to challenge the status quo. She fights for what's right, even when it's unpopular. Beneath her composed exterior lies a fierce resilience—she has weathered storms and emerged unbroken. Even in silence, she commands the room. She is not merely admired—she is revered, and at times, feared.
As the president of a top South Korean company, Yue Xianying (Yue Lusi) dresses impeccably. Her wardrobe blends modern sophistication with a hint of Korean flair.
She often wears tailored suits in deep navy or charcoal gray. The blazer nips at her waist, emphasizing her powerful presence, while the trousers are perfectly hemmed, allowing her to stride confidently through the office.
For a softer yet professional touch, she pairs patterned blouses with knee-length pencil skirts. Subtle ruffles or delicate prints add femininity without compromising authority. Her ensembles strike a flawless balance between elegance and command.
Her accessories are minimalist and intentional. A slim gold watch graces her wrist, her earrings—simple studs or elegant hoops—complement her features. She carries a designer leather tote: practical, yet unmistakably luxurious.
Her shoes are classic pumps in neutral shades. The click of her heels across the marble floor is a herald of authority.
Her makeup is understated but precise. Dewy foundation, a hint of blush, and berry-toned lipstick enhance her natural beauty.
Her hair is usually pulled back into a sleek bun, signaling focus and discipline.
Above all, Yue Xianying wears confidence like a second skin. Her posture is impeccable, and her eyes reflect both intelligence and fire.
Her fashion choices are not just personal—they're statements. Each outfit reaffirms her as a trailblazing leader. She's a force of nature, leaving an indelible mark on the corporate world.
Amidst the hushed ambiance of her office, where shadows danced upon the walls like forgotten memories, she sat on a plush sofa. Across from her, Fu Shen perched, his eyes a tempest of secrets and hidden desires. The air hung heavy with unspoken words—a delicate balance between past and present.
"Okay, talk. I have work to do," she said crisply. Her gaze bore into him—a silent challenge. "What brings you here? I thought we had severed all ties."
Fu Shen's lips curved into a dangerous smile that betrayed more than it revealed. "Someone plotted this against me," he confessed, his words layered with threat. "And I need your help, Yue Xianying."
She scoffed, masking the flicker of vulnerability in her chest. "We have no relationship now," she retorted, fingers idly tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "The engagement is off."
He had heard from her uncle that she was usually soft—so he tried to pull a trick on her. But to his surprise, she was nothing like he expected.
Suddenly, he kneeled in front of her, desperation in his eyes.
She laughed coldly, tilting her head. "Kneeling? Is that supposed to move me? You think groveling makes you noble? I could kneel, point a gun to my head, and still be the one pulling your strings. Don't flatter yourself—you're not even worth the bullet."
He swallowed hard, but his gaze never wavered.
"I know I've done unforgivable things," he said hoarsely. "But if this is what it takes to make you listen, then I'll kneel until my bones break."
She stepped closer, her heels clicking like the verdict of a judge. The dim light caught the glint of steel in her eyes—and the cold amusement playing on her lips.
"Unforgivable?" she whispered, crouching to his level. "You're only just beginning to understand the meaning of that word."
Then she suddenly knelt in front of him. "What's so special about this? I can do it too—if I wanted to," she said with a smile that never reached her eyes.
His breath hitched. Their eyes locked—storm meeting storm.
She leaned in, her voice like venom laced with sorrow. "I watched these tricks. I know the manipulation. And I counted the lies. Do you understand, Fu Shen?"
His hands trembled—not from fear, but anger—pressed flat against the floor.
She rose and turned her back on him, walking slowly toward her desk.
"Redemption isn't something I'm offering. And let me remind you—just because your hands weren't bloody doesn't mean you're clean. Don't think I'm oblivious to what's going on."
She glanced over her shoulder.
"But revenge? That... I deal in generously."
Mira Mu, her loyal secretary, stood at the door, ready to escort him out.
But fate had other plans.
As Fu Shen prepared to leave, Li Xuanyin materialized—a devil in a well-tailored suit.
His arrival wasn't announced—it was felt. The temperature dropped. Even the shadows stiffened as Li Xuanyin entered the room.
Suspicion etched across Fu Shen's face. He raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Li, what are you doing here?"
Li Xuanyin's smile was disarming. "Mr. Fu, your memory serves you well," he quipped. "I'm here to discuss something with your ex-fiancée."
"You..." Fu Shen nearly lunged.
Yue Lusi's gaze darted between them—a chessboard of male egos and hidden motives. "Don't dare," she warned Fu Shen, her voice icy. "Si Chang, see him off."
The room emptied, leaving only Yue Lusi and Li Xuanyin.
His presence lingered like a forgotten melody.
His eyes—dark, unreadable—drank her in with reverence and hunger. He didn't just want her—he worshipped her.
"What brings you here?" she asked softly.
"To see you," Li Xuanyin replied, settling onto the sofa. "We've been apart for a week."
"Just friends," she murmured, pouring water into a glass. But her heart whispered secrets she dared not say aloud.
"Really?" he teased. "I thought you'd fallen for me."
The glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor.
Had he seen her hidden longing?
Love and revenge warred within her, a dangerous dance on a fragile stage.
Li Xuanyin rushed forward, concern shadowing his sharp features. "Are you hurt?" he asked, cradling her hands.
"No," she whispered, but his touch sparked something raw.
He lifted her gently onto the sofa—a protector amid chaos.
"Why do you care?" she asked, trying to steady her voice.
"Blinded by love, perhaps," he admitted, eyes never leaving hers. "Sometimes, unsaid words echo louder than spoken ones."
She stared at him for several seconds.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
She smiled faintly. "Nothing," she replied. "You can go—I have work."
He stood, leaving her behind with broken glass and unspoken confessions.
As he walked away, she wondered if love could mend what vengeance had shattered.
Perhaps—just perhaps—Li Xuanyin held the answers in his enigmatic smile.
Amidst the dim glow of her living room, they sat side by side on the couch, their breaths syncing with the soft hum of the laptop. The USB slid into its port—a key to secrets.
Fu Shen's criminal empire, laid bare in ones and zeros.
"All the evidence," she whispered, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Files copied, duplicating justice. Two USB drives cradled her truth—one for protection, the other for retribution. She kept one, and handed the other to the police.
His grin was teasing. "A gift for your victory?" he asked, leaning closer.
Her eyes lit with cautious curiosity.
Unexpectedly, his lips brushed hers—a stolen kiss amidst stolen data.
She didn't pull away.
She tasted rebellion.
But the moment shattered like glass when her phone rang.
"Excuse me," she muttered, cheeks tinged red.
He smiled, tracing his lips with a fingertip.
She retreated to her bedroom, answering the call.
"Hello?" she asked.
Silence.
Then a voice—hauntingly familiar—echoed through the static.
"Yue Lusi, you've fallen for Li Xuanyin. Hide your feelings—it's a matter of life and death."
"What do you mean?" her voice wavered.
"He's immortal. But you are his curse. You're destined to be the harbinger of his demise."
"...Okay. I know what to do."
She hung up, heart a battlefield.
She walked out of the bedroom.
"Li Xuanyin," she said, voice brittle. "You can go home to rest now. Tomorrow, the police station awaits."
Concern creased his brow. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she lied. "Just go."
He left.
She watched the door close behind him.
"Some disconnections are blessings, Li Xuanyin," she whispered, eyes glistening. "A love story that ended before it even started."
A love story, truncated by time, etched its final chapter.
But deep down, she knew...
This story was far from over.
And in his shadowed silence—she knew—
He would never let her go.