Undercurrent: School Belle, Please Shout!

Cheng Tianxiao stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the 88th floor of Chaomeng AI headquarters, looking down at the shivering negotiation team of the Chinese business company downstairs. The heavy rain made winding traces on the tempered glass, which were very similar to the ink stains blurred by tears on the math homework book that was torn up in public by the school belle Lin Xiaoxi ten years ago. He specifically designated the female supervisor named Lin Xiaoxi to connect with him; The school belle who was surrounded by stars back then was wearing an out-of-season suit and was sorting out meeting materials with her head down. Her smooth white neck seemed to be declaring the last stubbornness of the school belle back then. Cheng Tianxiao deliberately let the pen roll to the ground. When she leaned over, the outline of cheap underwear revealed under her tight shirt perfectly overlapped on the retina with the image of the domineering girl back then. When she handed over her business card with a stylized smile, Cheng Tianxiao's thumb ran over the three words "Lin Xiaoxi". The humiliation from ten years ago was burned in her memory: she was forced to kneel on the tile floor of the women's toilet, while onlookers held up their mobile phones and laughed, while she leaned on the door frame and played with the Swarovski bracelet... On the night of the showdown, it rained heavily, and Cheng Tianxiao pressed Lin Xiaoxi against the smart glass wall of the president's office. The temperature control system sensed his sudden rise in body temperature, and the curtain wall instantly atomized into an ambiguous frosted texture. "Should I call you Manager Lin now, or..." His fingertips traced the curves of her trembling body. On their wedding night, he tore open her silk nightgown and whispered to her snow-white body, "When you took off my shorts in the women's bathroom, you never thought that you would kneel down and beg me for investment, right?" Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights shattered into bright stardust in their interlaced reflections.