The air in the negotiation room froze at the edge of the folder Yan Xiaoqi smashed, and the water marks spreading under the wheelchair were like scars of shame. He was the wolf king in City A who had many tricks, but now he was stuck on a metal wheel, unable to hold on to even the most basic dignity. And I, his most hated business rival, was looking at the rage and embarrassment exploding in his eyes.
This was supposed to be the moment to pursue victory, but instead I offered the hope of artificial nerves. His tight jawline hid disbelief, and the armrests of his wheelchair were clenched until they turned white. His vulnerability was even more scorching than his usual cruelty. From watching with cold eyes to standing outside the door late at night, from tit-for-tat to asking "Can you really stand up" with red eyes, this game has already deviated from the business map.
When he said awkwardly, "Don't go too far," and when I confessed, "I like you a little bit," the arrogance in the wheelchair and the throbbing in my heart were opening up a storm that no one expected.
