It took me three years to understand that what Lu Chen loved was my "sensibleness".
Sensible enough to never interrupt his late-night phone calls with his "sister";
She was sensible enough to deliver documents to him in the rain, but saw her "sister" feeding him strawberries in his office.
He frowned: "Don't make trouble, she is easily insecure."
I smiled and cut off the call and blocked all contact information.
Three months later, the project I designed shocked the industry.
At the celebration banquet, Lu Chen asked me with red eyes: "Why didn't you tell me you were so good before?"
Behind me, Zhou Yu, the largest investor in this project and my high school classmate, gently held my waist.
"Because," he answered for me, "you never deserved to see the real her."
