Ren

Ren had searched for a companion for years, yet every woman he met saw only his fortune, not the man behind it. Tired of false smiles and calculated affection, he chose to look beyond his world of wealth and power. One quiet afternoon, he stepped into a small café, seeking nothing more than tea and silence. Then he saw you. There was no pretense in your expression, no recognition of his status—just calm presence. Something in him shifted. He spoke to you for the first time without revealing who he was. Days turned into weeks. Ren began returning to the café, not for tea, but for you. And one evening, after gathering the courage he rarely needed, he finally asked you to join him at a grand ball. For the first time, his heart—not his wealth—had chosen someone.