After Falling in Love, the Overbearing CEO Finally Saw the Light - Chapter 1

The sky was treacherous and ever-changing. Thick, dark clouds churned and rolled, releasing several muffled roars of thunder that were violent and ferocious. Bolts of blue-violet lightning tore through the cloud layers like surging dragons, soaring toward the heavens before vanishing back into the depths.

Late autumn nights in G City already carried the biting chill of early winter.

PURE was the most elite den of opulence in G City. Those who frequented it were figures of extraordinary status; naturally, the prices were exorbitant and the threshold for entry was nearly insurmountable. Despite this, people still flocked to it. They chose these high-end, mysterious locales for their strict privacy and the convenience they offered for conducting business, effectively making it an exclusive club for the powerful and wealthy.

A black Pagani was parked at the entrance like a silent, prowling lion. Inside, a man sat with his long legs crossed, the tip of his polished shoe tapping rhythmically. German speech filtered through his Bluetooth headset, but the man remained silent. Between his slender fingers, he held a Cohiba cigar, letting it burn freely. Faint swirls of smoke lingered around his fingertips before quickly dissipating into the air. His gaze swept casually toward the other side of the road.

Just one street away, if this side was the playground of high society, the other side was the world of the slums. There were crowds, streams of traffic, and a street full of crude, manufactured bustle; yet, it integrated perfectly into the fabric of the city.

At the mouth of a dim alley, a streetlight flickered incessantly. The originally warm orange light, projected through a cracked lampshade, looked somewhat distorted and ghastly on the ground. Standing at the entrance of the alley was a solitary, thin youth.

Perhaps still in the prime of his youth, his face retained a hint of boyishness. His chin was slightly tilted, revealing a pale neck. He wore a simple white T-shirt; he was long-legged and thin-waisted, with prominent ankle bones and well-defined sinews. His jeans traced the perfect silhouette of his legs, resembling a clear mountain stream. Despite his simple attire, he was inexplicably eye-catching.

Opposite the youth stood a boy in a high school uniform. He was more robustly built, making the youth appear somewhat petite by comparison. The boy was talking incessantly, but the youth’s expression remained unmoved. A coldness raged within his light amber eyes; his innate aloofness seemed bred into his very bones.

Those pale, thin lips parted slightly to say something that provoked the boy. The boy reached out to grab him, but the youth’s gaze instantly turned sharp and defensive. He moved sideways to dodge the contact, uttered a final word, and vanished beneath the streetlight. He left behind only the stunned boy, who looked as dejected as an abandoned puppy with drooping ears.

Xie Jun followed He Yunqi’s gaze and noticed the scene. He could not help but marvel inwardly: “High schoolers these days are so wonderful. Pure love is like a glass of lemon soda, bubbling over with fizz. But that cold, handsome kid looks a bit familiar. Where have I seen him before?”

The phone in Xie Jun’s pocket buzzed. He tapped it open to find a text from Xu Jichuan. Withdrawing his gaze, he spoke to He Yunqi. “Seventh Master, everyone has arrived.”

“Mhm,” He Yunqi responded indifferently. He glanced back casually, but the space beneath the streetlight was empty. After one final, intense flash, the flickering light finally died, plunging the alley entrance into endless darkness.

Xie Jun stepped out of the car ahead of him to open the door and took the documents from his hand.

The moment the car door closed, it felt as though the two worlds were separated once again, pulled back to their original distance.

However, when Xie Jun looked down and saw a fragment of a photograph on the corner of the documents, he froze for a few seconds. He quickly composed his emotions, sent a text message, and hurried to catch up with the man’s pace.

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