Unforgettable Touch

Two career-obsessed men with terrible personalities. In their youth, both were driven by ambition and struggle. They didn’t know how to express themselves, and they certainly didn’t know how to love. So when they fought, sulked, and parted ways in cold silence, neither of them looked back.

After the breakup, they each rose rapidly in their respective fields. When subordinates or partners brought up “that rising star in the industry, about the same age as you,” they would simply smile faintly and say, “Oh, him? I’ve heard a little.”

Everyone thought they were strangers, their closest connection being that they once appeared on the same page in Forbes.

But no one knew that during the sleepless years building their empires—running on four hours of rest a day—the only face that filled their minds whenever they shut their eyes was each other’s.

Years passed with each buried in work at opposite corners of the world. Then, at a certain banquet, they ran into each other—completely unprepared.

—

Later that night, in a luxury suite, Ran Buyue silently pushed open the door. The moment it locked behind him, they crashed into each other in a fevered, breathless frenzy and collapsed onto the bed.

Afterward, Ran Buyue lounged lazily, a smirk of undisguised mockery tugging at his lips.
“President Shu, with all the people you could sleep with, you really had to come crawling back to your ex?”

Shu Zhenshan exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his lips. “You’re still the best.”
Then he asked coolly, “What do you think?”

Ran Buyue’s words were sharp as knives:
“Your skills are crap—wouldn’t even make the rankings.”

Then, after a pause, he drawled,
“But I suppose you’ll do.”

They came to an agreement: once every two months, split the hotel bill fifty-fifty.

—

By day, they clashed at negotiation tables, throwing barbs and cold stares, never so much as exchanging a glance. The entire industry agreed—these two hated each other.

What they didn’t know was that by night, the bedframe would be shaking, and those venomous lips would be swollen from kissing.

—

They used physical compatibility as an excuse, trying to cover up the love that had never really faded—and was only growing stronger by the day.

But their pride was stronger than their hearts, and neither could bring themselves to say it aloud.