Wen Yan goes on a blind date in her best friend's place. Only after sitting down does she realize the man across from her looks familiar. Isn't he Shen Zhiyan, the newly arrived director she met in the elevator that morning, the one the whole company is terrified of?! She curls her toes against the floor, desperate to escape, but he calmly slides over a cup of coffee. "On a blind date? Then let's continue." To keep her job, she introduces herself as a freelance writer, hoping they can go their separate ways after the date. A week later, she moves into a newly rented loft. Her upstairs neighbor comes down to borrow the Wi-Fi, and the man at the door, carrying a toolbox, is none other than Shen Zhiyan himself. By day, she's the junior planner he tears to shreds in the conference room. By night, she's the "Little Wen Upstairs" who drops by for soup at his dinner table and pets his cat. Wen Yan vows to protect her secret identity, until someone at the annual party asks what type the director likes. His gaze sweeps across the room and lands on her. "The kind who sits at the wrong table."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
