Ye Wan Ning never thought that the most embarrassing moment at the age of 28 would not be working overtime at a law firm until three in the morning, but wearing a pilled sweater, standing in the conference room of a top investment bank, showing a PPT to the first love she dumped ten years ago.
Gu Shen was sitting at the head of the conference table, with half of her wrist exposed from the cuffs of her suit. The hand she once secretly held was now signing a merger and acquisition contract worth three billion without even raising her eyelids.
She thought this was the worst reunion ever.
Until she was posted to his company, her workstation was facing the glass door of his office. Until she was in the elevator working overtime late at night, and he cornered her and asked: "Ye Wan Ning, where did that mark on your ring finger come from?"
Ten years. She has grown from a submissive intern to a commercial lawyer who can take charge of her own business, and from an assistant who dared not speak up in meetings to a woman who dares to bang the table with her partners.
But the way he looked at her was still like that summer in high school - he was clearly smiling, but it made her want to run away.
This is a story about two ordinary people. There is no overbearing president's dimension-reducing attack, and there is no golden finger's destiny-defying change. There are only the late-night lights on the 34th floor, only the flashes of swords hidden in the merger and acquisition contracts, only the cautious temptations and "I still remember you" between adults who dare not say it out loud.
And the question that has troubled them for eleven years:
That summer, why on earth did you not want me?
