Knowing and Feeling

At my eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, my father gave me a gift to a man. It only took two seconds for him to hold my hand. But that night, I opened and closed my fingers, tossing and turning in the quilt, and I could never forget the warmth of his palm. He is Lu Shen. The youngest head of Dingtong Capital. He doesn't love me. He is just executing a "three-year training plan." I saw my own ratings in that plan book - appearance 8.5, Personality 7, sex appeal 8.0, And three words written in the remarks column: To be developed. Every time I blush, every time my heart beats faster, every time I "actively approach", to him, it is called "actively approaching". I should hate him. But when I was sleeping, he quietly put on his coat and turned up the air conditioning temperature; his fever reached 39 degrees Celsius, and he grabbed my hand and shouted "Don't leave"; he found the old slippers I mentioned casually from nowhere and placed them at my door with the toes facing inward. "My people," he said. I almost believed it. On the day of graduation, I left the access card and the "8 o'clock tomorrow morning" card on the bedside table. There was a line written on the back of the card: "The appointment is not the future you decided - I chose to leave." He chased me to the airport and asked me what I wanted. I said, "Treat me as a human being, not a project. Can you do it?" He didn't answer. I hung up the phone and boarded the plane. Three years later, we met again at the bidding meeting. I used the knowledge he taught me to win against his team. After the meeting, he stopped me in the corridor. He said: "The students I taught are graduating today.