As a miserable senior manager at a top investment bank, Lin Qian lives by two rules: get the IPO done, and deal with her devil of a boss, Lu Chen.
Lu Chen is known in investment banking circles as the “Cold-Faced Demon.” They say he has no feelings, only KPIs. He tears Lin Qian’s PowerPoint to shreds in the conference room at three in the morning and coldly orders her to redo the financial model on the eve of a roadshow.
The whole investment banking division says President Lu must have it in for Lin Qian. Why else would he pick on her every single time?
Lin Qian couldn’t agree more. One late night after working overtime, she complained bitterly at home to the “culprit” himself: “That bastard Lu Chen picked on me again today! If I ever get promoted, the first thing I’ll do is quit and throw my files in his face!”
The man set down his glass of red wine and loosened his tie, his expression unreadable. “Oh? Is that so?”
Lin Qian didn’t realize that the boss who had driven her to the brink was the very same man rubbing her sore shoulders right then: her lawful husband.
By day, she was his nervous subordinate and he was her high-and-mighty direct boss. They clashed at every turn, sparks flying.
By night, she was his clingy, spoiled wife, and he was her gentle, attentive husband. Their life together was all sweetness and bliss.
Then, at a celebration banquet, Lin Qian got drunk and accidentally grabbed Lu Chen by the tie in front of the entire company. “Honey, this project was so exhausting. Give me a hug.”
The room fell completely silent.
In front of everyone, Lu Chen not only didn’t get angry, but slipped an arm around her waist and chuckled. “Sure. I’ll hug you when we get home.”
The next day, the whole investment banking world was in an uproar: “So they weren’t fighting over office politics after all,”
