Even Chen Ruyue, a mixed-race heiress, keeps hitting walls when she pursues her aloof ideal man.
"Don't you think you two have your genders reversed?" Her assistant, Feng Jia, hit the nail on the head.
The usual story is an overbearing CEO pursuing his wife, but in Chen Ruyue's case, it's a rich young lady pursuing a man.
Chen Ruyue thought it was amusing. She tilted her head and asked, "Then tell me, how do overbearing CEOs usually pursue women?"
At this, Feng Jia, who had never been in a relationship, began acting as her strategist. Based on her decade-plus of reading novels,
the first step for an overbearing CEO pursuing a woman was to show off his power. No one could resist a superior appearance and wealth enough to rival a nation.
But that wouldn't work on Shen Heng. He already had enough assets to last him several lifetimes.
Then they could skip straight to step two: create an image of devoted affection, shower her with care and consideration, and even the coldest heart would melt.
Chen Ruyue chuckled twice and said, "Haven't you had enough of watching me throw myself at someone who couldn't care less?"
If step two wouldn't work either, then she had no choice but to use her secret weapon. Chen Ruyue sat up and looked seriously at Feng Jia.
"Then there's only one last resort." Feng Jia looked ready to face death. "Take him by force, make it a done deal, and get it over with in one go."
Chen Ruyue was speechless. With her small frame, she thought she could force Shen Heng to submit? Unless she secretly drugged him, there was no way she could pin him down.
"What kind of terrible ideas are these?" Chen Ruyue waved a hand. The saying goes that there's only a thin veil between a woman and a man, but this veil was the hardest one to lift.
