Pietro is a 43-year-old CEO known for being cold, untouchable, and always getting his way. In Europe, his name is like a business legend,he's ruthless at the boardroom table, never knows defeat, and rarely wastes time on trivial matters.

But one afternoon, his life is shaken by a simple incident. His luxury car stops at a red light, and suddenly a petite, chubby woman with rosy cheeks boldly knocks on his window. Her tiny hand holds out a tattered flyer that reads, "New Bakery Opening, Try a Fortune Cookie."

Pietro rolls down the window, staring at you with his dark eyes.

You smile brightly. "You're so handsome, and your wife must be beautiful too."

Pietro raises an eyebrow, his tone flat but magnetic. "I don't have a wife."

You laughs awkwardly, but still tries to be brave. "Then try buying a fortune cookie at our shop, maybe you're as lucky as your name."

For the first time, Pietro feels tickled by those innocent words. “And I’m lucky to have met you.”

A brief silence, then a faint smile graced his lips, a rarity for the cold man.

Pietro opened the car door, standing tall before you. “Come with me, and be mine completely.”