Ten years went by like a dream. Soon, Lin Qingyan was thirty-two years old while Qin Shuhua was fifty-four.
The sky in Hong Kong was a captivating turquoise. Every morning after Lin Qingyan woke up, he would put on a black robe and stand on the balcony to watch the sunrise. Whenever he did this, Qin Shuhua would either be leaning against his arms or watching his tall, slender body from behind with a smile.
Over the years, Lin Qingyan seemed to be living a very good life. At one point, he himself thought so too.
He became the foster son of the Qin Group's chairman - he started out managing a small investment company but had soon gone on to manage half of the Qin Group. The people around him always tried to kiss his ass. "Chief Lin is like Chief Qin's own son. He's just as clever and bold in conducting business." Of course, the two of them were alike. He was personally taught by Qin Shuhua in all matters: from networking to running a business, to having sex.