Lu Xingyan, the well-connected intern who showed up out of nowhere, seemed harmless, and was sweet-talking and flirtatious.
My icy director, Lin Xue, initially just wanted him to learn how to make coffee and keep quiet.
Until she discovered:
He slept at the office every night to protect the data, yet could predict global markets with pinpoint accuracy.
He could land royal contracts with fluent Arabic, yet his hands trembled with panic when her stomach hurt.
The starry-sky lamp he gave her recreated the ceiling she had gazed at during a sleepless night at Harvard five years ago.
Lin Xue finally grew suspicious and secretly investigated him. What arrived was a shocking report:
"Lu Xingyan, sole heir to the Lu Group, worth trillions, has been secretly in love with you for five years."
She confronted him furiously. He pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, with a birthday light show illuminating the entire city behind him.
"Senior, the wealth belongs to my ancestors. My heart belongs to you."
"I'd like to convert this internship into a lifetime position."
