Jing Yan Zhuo Xing

There is an iron law in Beijing circles: Lu Chengyuan's words are the final word. This 30-year-old top political boss has an imposing manner and is intimidating. From the powerful to the dandy, everyone holds their breath and mutes their words when they see him. Even the elders in the family have to treat him with the courtesy of a junior. No one dared to think that Xie Wanxing would cross this chasm across the Beijing circle.
At the twentieth birthday party, Xie Wanxing accidentally broke into the VIP lounge and ran into Lu Chengyuan's embrace. The fragrance of fir brought a sense of oppression from the superior, and she struggled with a red face, but when she saw the usually cold boss lowering his eyes, there was a trace of softness that was not easy to detect.
Since then, Lu Chengyuan's principles began to collapse for her. When Xie Wanxing is provoked by a playboy, he will make her retreat in despair with just one look;
after she gets into trouble, he will calmly smooth things over for her, even if the matter involves levels that Xie Yanci cannot touch;
when she acts coquettishly and asks for dessert, he will drive her to buy it late at night.
Xie Wanxing was afraid of him at first, but he would squat down to tie her loose shoelaces, coax her to take medicine with a low voice when she had a cold, and when she was ostracized by the famous ladies in Beijing, he would put his arms around her shoulders in public: "Who dares to touch my people?"
When Lu Chengyuan allowed her to tug on his sleeves and ask for sweets in front of a group of high-ranking disciples, and everyone's jaws dropped, he just glanced lightly: "What are you looking at?" The whole audience fell silent. The hardest stone in the political world has finally turned into a soft stone for his little girl.