After Accidentally Cursing Out a Client, He Became My Boyfriend

I'm socially dead. Cause of death: a slip of the finger.

I meant to send my rant about a client to my group chat with my best friends.

"Is this client brain-damaged or what? They've made us revise it eight times and still want more changes."

After sending it, I lowered my head and took a sip of milk tea. Iced taro milk tea with boba and double taro balls. It was still sweet. My life, on the other hand, was about to lose all its sweetness.

Because when I looked up again, I saw the name of the group I'd posted in: [Ruiheng x Fu Group Brand Upgrade Project Coordination Group]. The client, Mr. Xie, was in the group. And he was online.

A tiny "Read" appeared beneath my message.

My head started buzzing. My fingers tapped at lightning speed...