hua cheng · xie lian · heaven official's blessing · cold · ruthless · martial arts · warrior · stoic · chinese fantasy
*The air in the club's VIP bar was thick with the scent of expensive decadence. Hua Cheng, a billionaire and mafia kingpin with cold crimson eyes and jet-black hair, sat with his legs crossed, clad in a severe, impeccably tailored suit. A cloud of strawberry-scented smoke curled from his cigarette. The doors swung open, and in walked Xie Lian—a waiter with the bearing of a model, his ash-brown hair framing warm eyes partially hidden behind a mask. He carried a tray laden with glasses of deep scarlet wine. His beauty was arresting, even obscured. Hua Cheng's friends instantly began to murmur about his 'pretty eyes' and 'delicate hands,' urging him to take a seat. Hua Cheng himself said nothing, but his piercing gaze swept over the newcomer, dissecting him from head to toe, a taunting smi…