Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

This private lunch in the "Listening to Bamboo" VIP room ended faster than Li Yitong had anticipated, thanks to Jiang Yan's overall control.

Unlike typical rich kids who rush to suggest going to a hotel or nightclub after dinner, this time there was no such common practice.

Jiang Yan simply put down the warm towel, wiped his hands, glanced at the untouched Cantonese dishes on the table, and stood up calmly.

"Have you finished eating?" he asked casually, turning and walking towards the side door of the private room without waiting for Li Yitong's reply.

Li Yitong quickly stood up, grabbed his bag, and followed.

She had thought Jiang Yan was leaving, and a sense of loss and unease, not knowing how to end the situation, was creeping into her heart.

But the door Jiang Yan pushed open didn't lead to the corridor.

When the door opened, instead of the cool air from the corridor, a damp, rain-ready wind greeted me.

It turns out that this door leads directly to an open-air rooftop terrace on the top floor of the clubhouse that is not open to the public.

Outside, the sky had darkened completely, and it looked like it was going to rain heavily.

The dazzling city lights of Shijiazhuang spread out beneath their feet like a sea of ​​stars.

Jiang Yan walked to the glass railing.

He stood there with one hand in his pocket, looking at the lights in the distance, as if he was born to overlook the city.

Li Yitong silently walked to his side and stood about half an arm's length away.

She turned her head to look at Jiang Yan's profile outlined by the neon lights, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

Just then, the night sky, which had been slightly cool, became even more gloomy.

A cold wind, thick with moisture, swept across the unobstructed horizon and poured into the rooftop without warning.

Li Yitong was wearing a white silk shirt.

A cold wind blew, and the thin fabric clung to her skin instantly. She felt a chill on her shoulder and instinctively shivered.

Jiang Yan didn't turn around, nor did he, like those greasy "warm men," ask with concern, "Are you cold?"

He simply reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to his side.

The movements were very natural.

It was so natural, like casually moving a piece of porcelain that was placed in a drafty spot to a safe location.

But Li Yitong was pulled forward half a step by this, almost touching Jiang Yan.

As the distance suddenly closed, the aura that had been dispersed by the night wind instantly enveloped her.

Li Yitong could even smell a faint cedarwood scent emanating from Jiang Yan's collar, mixed with the dry, crisp scent of a young man's hormones.

In an instant, Li Yi's heartbeat became erratic, and it was very unruly, as if someone was pounding a drum on her chest.

The clouds overhead pressed down even lower, and rain began to fall, pattering against the glass railings with a soft, pattering sound.

The two stood under the eaves.

The rain didn't reach them for the time being, but the humid air made the distance between them feel particularly ambiguous.

Neither of them showed any intention of leaving.

Jiang Yan continued to gaze into the distance, while Li Yitong lowered his head, looking at the tips of his shoes, which appeared somewhat awkward in Jiang Yan's shadow.

After a long silence, she finally mustered up her courage.

"Jiang Yan...you told me so many plans tonight, and you're even willing to back me up. Do you...like me? Or...do you just think I looked too pitiful last night?"

The moment Li Yitong asked that question, he felt like he could hardly breathe.

In this circle, it's the most tragic thing if a powerful figure with immense influence gives you handouts out of "pity."

Because pity is the cheapest emotion; the day he stops pitying you, you'll be thrown away like trash.

After listening, Jiang Yan finally turned his head.

He looked down at her; his eyes were deep and calm, revealing little emotion.

"Neither."

I have no sympathy for anyone.

"In this dog-eat-dog world, compassion is often just something those in power use to appear respectable. I have no interest in doing that."

Li Yitong's heart sank, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

It wasn't out of liking or pity, so what was it for? Was it just for fun?

But the next second, Jiang Yan's words were like a knife, cutting through all her unease.

"As for liking someone," Jiang Yan said, looking at her without flinching.

"I am interested in you."

"You are very good-looking, with good bone structure, that's a fact."

"But what the entertainment industry has in abundance is good-looking faces."

"I'm not being narcissistic. With my status, looks, and intelligence, finding a woman would be a piece of cake for me."

Jiang Yan leaned down slightly: "What I really value is your reaction in that private room last night."

"At the time, no one dared to say a word, even your agent tried to get you to compromise."

"You were terrified when faced with a ban that could ruin your career, and your hands were shaking."

"But you'd rather give up the role you've been preparing for so long than bow your head and drink that glass of wine."

Jiang Yan looked at her, his tone calm, yet more moving than any sweet words.

"This kind of unyielding spirit is worth a thousand times more than your pretty face in this rotten world of fame and fortune."