Su Wan first met Fu Jingshen at the flower shop where she worked part-time. The man was wearing a black suit and had cold eyes. He pointed at the most expensive blue rose and said, "Wrap it up." However, when she was accidentally pricked by a thorn, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice, "Don't move, let me take a look."
Only later did she learn that the rumored taciturn and unkind president of the Fu Group would go all the way to buy a bouquet of flowers she had bandaged just to say one more word; when she was being challenged by a tricky customer, he would appear out of thin air and hand over a contract to "acquire this store" and say calmly: "Now, you are mine."
Su Wan stepped back holding the bouquet: "Mr. Fu, we are not familiar..."
The man approached step by step, his fingertips brushed against her red cheeks, and his eyes filled with tenderness that belonged to her: "Then from now on, I will be so familiar that you can't live without me, is that enough?"
Everyone in Jiangcheng knew that Fu Jingshen was a piece of ice that could not hold any heat. Only Su Wan knew that his tenderness was never limited and was only available to her.
