See You at the Summit: The CEO and the Designer He Molded

A deal turned two people who should never have crossed paths into tools for each other’s gain, launching a one-year contract marriage.

When they first met, his coldness stood in stark contrast to her nervous caution.

“Qiao Zhirong.”

He narrowed his bewitching eyes and lifted her chin with cold fingers.

“Are you afraid of me?”

She feigned composure, suppressing the urge to run as she blinked and said, “N-no, I’m not.”

“Gu Qing’an.”

He stopped mid-stride, turned around, braced one hand against the wall above her, and leaned close to her ear.

“Qiao Zhirong, I’m seven years older than you. Isn’t it a little rude to call me by my full name?”

Qiao swallowed, her heartbeat quickening. “Brother Qing’an?”

“Good girl.” The corner of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, she had been different to him.

Later, he could never hold or kiss her enough. The girl became the most effective tranquilizer he had.

“Brother Qing’an, I believe everything you say. I want to be your soulmate.”

He was moved by those words for the rest of his life.

Later, the heroine had no choice but to leave, and Gu was in a car accident that left him with amnesia.

When they met again:

“Hengzi, I ran into a girl today. She’s seven years younger than me. Damn it, I can’t stop wanting to touch her, even kiss her. How did I turn into a pervert?”