Master of Microexpressions

When the elevator broke down for three minutes, Wang Fugui saw through three of his boss Jiang Lai's secrets.

She wasn't afraid of heights, she had panic attacks. She wasn't against marriage, she was afraid to get married. And she wasn't a tough career woman, just an ordinary person who'd wrapped herself up like a hedgehog.

Jiang Lai grabbed him and marched straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. "A one-year contract, and I'll cover the down payment on an apartment."

Wang Fugui, the lowest-ranking employee in the marketing department and the man with the most old-fashioned name in the company, signed. Not for the money, but to pay his mortgage.

From then on, he exposed his rivals' lies at business dinners, put her relatives in their place at family gatherings, and even provided expert cover when paparazzi caught Jiang Lai chasing after her favorite celebrity.

Jiang Lai thought she was using him, until one day she discovered that the locked drawer under her desk was full of notes Wang Fugui had jotted down on the fly.

Every one of them asked: Are you okay?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.