On the night of our business marriage, Gu Chenzhou gripped my chin and warned me, “Don’t expect any feelings.”
Later, I found a file named “Falcon Project” on the computer in his study: a plan to acquire my family’s company.
On a stormy night, I left with my suitcase, and my ring rolled into a storm drain.
Two years later, at a tech summit, my new product sent his company’s stock price plunging.
In front of the reporters’ cameras, he suddenly grabbed the back of my neck. “Mrs. Gu, you’ve had your fun. It’s time to come home.”
As the flashes went wild, he whispered against my ear:
“I canceled the acquisition plan long ago... I named it Falcon because you’re always drawing seagulls.”
