Wu Xuan, president of Shengshi Group, was known throughout the business world as an “iceberg”: worth hundreds of billions, taciturn, and never speaking more than three thousand words a year. His presence was so cold it could freeze the air.
Then he met Liu Xiaoxiao.
A naive, sweet college student who had just started her first job, she still had the clear-eyed innocence of youth. On their first meeting, she spilled coffee on his custom suit, then gazed up at him with round eyes and asked, “D-do you need a bandage?”
Everyone at the company thought she’d be fired on the spot, but no one expected what happened next
Wu Xuan transferred her to work as his assistant. His reason was simple: “She has honest eyes, and she’s not annoying.”
When people gave her a hard time, he silenced them in three sentences, then quietly told her, “Stay behind me.”
He turned down every business dinner just to take her home on time, and always kept warm milk in the car for her.
He was sparing with words at board meetings, but would listen to her chatter for half an hour about “the cats downstairs fighting today,” and even surprise her with a question: “Who won?”
In the face of the wealthy elite’s disdain and a rival’s schemes, Wu Xuan always proved through his actions that his silence gave her all the room she needed to speak, and that his few words concealed a tenderness reserved for her alone.
When everyone wondered what could have melted the iceberg, Wu Xuan looked at Liu Xiaoxiao, asleep with her head on the desk in his office late at night, and gently draped his coat over her. A softness unlike anything he’d shown before filled his eyes. “Because she’s the light. I just want to say a little more when I’m with her.”
It’s a love story where “the whole world can’t stand his silence, but she understands that every sparse word of his is filled with doting affection.”
