After one night of indulgence, the abstinent tycoon kissed her every night with his hand on her hip.

Ling Shen always knew that he was different from others.

He was mature beyond his years, too clever and sharp; his deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to see through everything.

Heaven is too kind to him.

He was given a privileged family background and a substantial fortune, not only that, but also a handsome appearance, a clever mind, and a shrewd heart. Yet, he was aloof and had little interest in anything.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always had a cold and indifferent demeanor and is the kind of outstanding child that everyone talks about.

What troubles could a man with such a good background, good looks, and high intelligence have?

So he went to school and studied abroad in an orderly manner, and then came back to take over the company, leading the Ling Group to upgrade and upgrade again, making the Ling Group bigger and bigger and more outstanding.

At this moment, it seemed that only this breakthrough could give him a sense of accomplishment.

From childhood, countless women had surrounded him because of everything he did, which greatly annoyed Ling Shen, who matured early on. These women saw him as someone coveting a piece of meat. Ling Shen knew from a young age that love was a luxury, especially in their circle.

Aside from my own grandfather and grandmother, whose bickering and arguing throughout their lives was a genuine bond, I see no other couples with any real affection or lifelong commitment.

However, they were all ordinary people who couldn't control their own flesh and blood, so Ling Shen never had any illusions about love after growing up.

He has never needed feelings; if he does, he hopes for pure, genuine love that can truly move him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't accept any feelings that require compromise.

When he finally reached marriageable age, his father couldn't help but start pressuring him to get married.

He got so annoyed by the old man's pressure that he took a vacation and went abroad to feed pigeons.

It was there that he found the happiness of his life.

Knowing he was coming to Country D, his friend who lived abroad called him: "Ling Shen, you're already here, it must be so boring to come alone. There's a competition here right now, I have tickets, why don't you come with me?"

There was an international competition taking place at the time, and Ling Shen didn't want to go.

He just wanted to quietly feed the pigeons by himself, then return to his manor castle to drink red wine and enjoy a vacation.

However, he couldn't get enough of his friend's nagging, as he called him several times a day. In the end, he drove directly to his manor and pulled him into his car.

"I'm telling you, just help your brother out this once. My crush is going to the game too, and to avoid any awkwardness, you'll come with me and be my wingman, understand?"

"Brother, my happiness depends on you. You can't just leave me hanging!"

As the man spoke, he began to tug at Ling Shen's sleeve to wipe away his tears. Ling Shen, unable to resist his friend's persistent pleas, could only coldly agree to go to the game with him.

Once inside the stadium and seated in the stands, Ling Shen realized it was a race walking competition.

He glanced casually at the audience and noticed that there were very few people, mostly locals. Even his friend's crush had been dragged there by her parents to cheer on their fellow countrymen.

Because this competition is a niche event in China, unlike those well-known competitions that attract nationwide attention and are always packed with people cheering and supporting the contestants.

Because of this international competition, it seems they have never won an award in an international event.

Therefore, no one had any hope for today's game.

Ling Shen leaned lazily against the stands, his dark, deep eyes gazing indifferently at the race track ahead.

His cold and deep gaze fell on the woman in the red racing suit, number eight, who was bowing her head and preparing for the competition. He couldn't see her face clearly, but she had long arms and legs, a slender body, and skin that had been tanned to a healthy wheat color from long-term outdoor training.

As the race began, everyone started walking.

The winners this time were several famous foreign players, and the Chinese player number eight was not expected at all.

But the less valued you are, the more you need to strive for excellence.

Contestant number eight, who was initially overlooked, began to catch up after the competition started. Her expression became increasingly determined and her steps became increasingly steady.

Surpassing one, then surpassing another...

After more than an hour of intense competition, Zhou Yun, the eighth contestant from China who was initially overlooked, finally won the match.

When she crossed the finish line, Zhou Yun's stubborn yet resilient face was full of calm.

She won! She won! She finally won!

No athlete wants to win first place in a competition!

The coach was ecstatic. They hadn't expected to win any prizes in this competition, so they hadn't prepared anything. Now, they had not only won a prize but also the championship.

The coach and assistants gathered around, looking at Zhou Yun with obvious joy.

At this point, the coach realized that they had not prepared anything; the flag bearers were supposed to walk around the field, but they hadn't.

Because they weren't prepared, thinking they wouldn't get a ranking anyway, so they didn't prepare anything.

Although Zhou Yun's face had been tanned to a wheat color from training, her beautiful features were still visible, but a hint of loneliness crept onto her face. She suddenly felt a little sad at this moment of glory.

Years of training and hard work are all for the sake of winning championships in sports competitions, being able to wear the national flag and win glory for the country, and receiving blessings and cheers from compatriots.

But now there's nothing.

It would be a lie to say I'm not disappointed!

Zhou Yun was just a young woman in her early twenties; how could she not feel disappointed?

Just then, shouts from Chinese people began to come from the sparse audience seats. At first, it was just one shout, but then the shouts grew louder and louder.

Zhou Yun and the coach looked in the direction of the voices and saw several Chinese people in the back row shouting at the top of their lungs.

Then a handsome, noble, and somewhat aloof man walked towards them, holding a national flag.

Ling Shen walked to the first row of the audience and handed the national flag to Jiang Zhi through the railing. His deep, mellow voice was like a fine wine.

"Our championship is yours."

Zhou Yun hesitated when she saw the man who suddenly appeared. The coach next to her immediately stepped forward, smiled, and took the national flag, draping it over Zhou Yun's shoulders.

The coach thanked Ling Shen and then gently patted Zhou Yun's shoulder: "Zhou Yun, go and embrace your moment of glory."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun's eyes welled up with tears. She looked at the national flag on her body, a symbol of the strength she had always dreamed of bringing glory to.

She touched the national flag on her body and couldn't help but glance at the man in the audience.

She didn't know him, but she was very grateful to him today.

"Thanks."

Zhou Yun said something to Ling Shen seriously, then quickly circled the field draped in the national flag to welcome her moment of glory.

Ling Shen watched Zhou Yun run away, something seemed to be churning in his dark eyes.

His thin lips curved slightly, his deep gaze fixed on the figure on the field. Ling Shen looked at Zhou Yun and murmured a low, heavy sentence.

No one else heard it, but only Ling Shen knew that he had encountered it.

He found love.

She's the one!