Chen Wan, a smooth-talking person, infiltrated the princeling clique through his meticulous and reliable approach. Wherever he's around, even the humidity is just right. His efforts aren't about hoping Zhao Shengge will like him. Chen Wan doesn't leave his name or take credit. Zhao Shengge doesn't even need to know him personally; just a chance encounter or two in the same circle is enough. A friend is disappointed: What do you want? "Nothing," Chen Wan smiled, his unwavering secret love creed unbreakable. "If you must say, just that my presence makes him feel a little happier and more comfortable." Zhao Shengge is a favored child, holding a high position of power. Chen Wan is self-aware and doesn't harbor any illusions about the impossible, nor does he believe his actions are flawless. When they met at an auction, Chen Wan would hide in the crowd and greet others respectfully; when he picked up someone's belongings, he would ask his friends to pass them on; when someone came over and wanted to make connections, he would apologize and tell them that they didn't know him. He really thought so. Until on the cruise ship, the other person bit his cigarette, stared at him quietly and slowly said: "Chen Wan, I don't have a lighter."