Jiangcheng, Su Group Building.
A suffocating silence filled the air in the CEO's office on the top floor. Xiao Chen held a cup of warm water that had just been brewed and carefully pushed open the heavy mahogany door. He tested the temperature of this glass of water three times with the inside of his wrist to ensure that it was at the optimal temperature that would neither burn his mouth nor cool it.
He's not an employee here, at least not in name. In the past three years, as the most disgraceful member of the Su family and the "waste husband" of his wife Su Wanqing, his only "job" seemed to be to take care of her daily life and... Endure the glares.
