The person Shen Qinghuan hated the most in his life was Fu Hanzhou, and the person he couldn't live without was him.
She told him to kneel, and he knelt like a knight.
She asked him to wear stockings, and he wore white gloves. His fingertips didn't touch her at all, but it made her tremble all over.
"Article 3 of the housekeeper's code, no mention of the past is allowed." (Shen Qinghuan gritted his teeth)
"Okay, Miss Shen." (Fu Hanzhou lowered his head and the old ring slipped out from his neck)
He helped her shield herself from the scalding hot water. The back of his hand was red and swollen but his expression remained unchanged.
He helped her revise the fatal bid document and completed a year's workload of a multinational group in three minutes.
Zhao Kai: Qing Huan, he is just a pauper in debt!
Fu Hanzhou: (Full German) "Get away, my lady doesn't want to be disturbed."
Shen Qinghuan: (Inner OS: He is obviously flirting with me, but I have no proof!)
Until that day, she discovered the intertwined scars on his back and the ring that had never been discarded...
