Seven years ago, he left her alone in Beijing for the sake of his future.
Seven years later, she was the youngest VP of the investment bank, and he was an airborne Wall Street boss, her client.
On the first day of the meeting, he cornered her in public: "Team Leader Jiang, your plan doesn't work."
She smiled and closed the document: "Mr. Lu is right. But - this is my project, I have the final say."
Everyone thought they were on the same level. Until someone spotted Lu Yanxing squatting next to her workstation in the early morning, stuffing stomach medicine and hot soy milk into the drawer.
Until she dug out a velvet box in the mezzanine of his suitcase
— Inside is the ring she threw away back then, which he took with him on more than a hundred international flights, spanning seven time zones.
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During the day, he was the party who put her on the fire to roast her, and at night, he was the man who stood under her downstairs and refused to leave.
She said: "Lu Yanxing, we are over." He blocked her in the corner, his voice was as dumb as sandpaper: "It's over?
Jiang Xuxu, I have regretted it every day for the past seven years. Do you think you can unilaterally announce the end? "
Summary: In the context of the modern urban workplace, a story about mature men and women reuniting and healing each other. Seven years later, he tortured her professionally, felt sorry for her with breakfast, and frightened her with a medical examination sheet - and she finally discovered that some of the past was difficult to deal with because that person never really left.
