Lin Wu had been the shadow of the aloof Mr. Shen for five years. She was like a ball of disembodied air, handling all the shady troubles for him: threatening the cousin who coveted his position, getting rid of the 18th-tier actress who was crying for the position, and even going to catch the idiot brother who was jumped by the immortal at three o'clock in the middle of the night. She's professional, efficient, emotionless, and makes six figures an hour, 24/7. Until she handed in her resignation letter and prepared to travel around the world. In the CEO's office, Shen Che, who was rumored to be cold and callous, lost his composure for the first time. He held the letter and his eyes were scarlet: "Lin Wu, what tricks are you playing?" Lin Wu smiled politely and distantly: "Mr. Shen, the contract has expired and I have disappeared." She thought she could finally be freed from this invisible identity and live her own life. However - she was feeding pigeons in Paris, and Shen Che's cross-border video conference was held on the bench next to her, euphemistically called "inspecting the market." She was watching the Aurora in Iceland, and Shen Che's private jet was parked not far away. The reason was that "the boss must be present during company team building." She couldn't bear it anymore: "Mr. Shen, what do you want?" The man who used to be bossy now was like an abandoned large dog. He carefully grabbed the corner of her clothes and said in a hoarse voice, "Lin Wu, I can't handle it." "That opponent is here to grab the project again. I don't know what he will do next." "The female star from last time is now blocking me downstairs in my company every day." "My brother... He went in again." Lin Wu: "... So?" Shen Che: "I lost my shadow, and everything I do now is a mess. Come back, okay?"
