Together Until Our Hair Turns White

For the man I’d had a crush on for ten years, I quit my job and parachuted into his company, ready to stage a chance encounter straight out of a romantic comedy.

But on my first day, I didn’t see him at all. Instead, I was cornered in the break room by my new boss, President Fu, rumored to be ill-tempered and coldhearted.

He unhurriedly unfastened his cufflinks, his gaze as icy as frost. “Miss Wen, MG doesn’t hire people with their heads in the clouds over romance. I’m very dissatisfied with both your résumé and your ulterior motives.”

I thought my pursuit of love had come to an end, until the company retreat, when I got drunk and clung to him, crying, “I really like that guy, Haicao...”

But he gripped my wrist, eyes rimmed red, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. “Wen Yiguo, look carefully. I’m not him.”