Six years ago, suspecting he was unfaithful, I sent him a breakup letter and got into one of the world’s top universities. Six years later, he was a rising tech mogul, and I was parachuted in as chief of his billion-dollar project. At a competition, I publicly dismissed his “Firmament” device, valued at tens of billions, as “an elegant toy.” Backstage, he cornered me against the wall, his voice hoarse. “Qi Xunyu, what exactly do you want?” I smiled faintly. “Mr. Jiang, your project can’t do without me.”
