Ji Yan had his proposal torn to shreds by Shen Si right in front of him at a bidding meeting.
That night, he got drunk at a bar. When he woke up, his nemesis was lying beside him.
Rubbing his sore waist, he sneered, “Mr. Shen’s skills are nowhere near as good as his mouth.”
Shen Si calmly fastened his tie. “Likewise. Mr. Ji sounded a lot better last night than he did at the bidding meeting.”
Three months later, the project was back on. Ji Yan pushed open the meeting room door.
Shen Si looked up from the head of the table. “We meet again.”
Ji Yan stared at the snake-patterned ring on his ring finger
In the darkness that night, that ring had left a deep imprint on Ji Yan’s waist.
