Seven years ago, he left her alone in Beijing to pursue his career.
Seven years later, she’s the youngest VP at an investment bank, and he’s a Wall Street hotshot who’s just parachuted in as her client.
On the first day of meetings, he cornered her against a wall in front of everyone. “Team Leader Jiang, your proposal won’t work.”
She smiled and closed the file. “You’re right, Mr. Lu. But this is my project, so I make the decisions.”
Everyone thought they were at each other’s throats. Until someone spotted Lu Yanxing crouched beside her desk in the early hours of the morning, slipping stomach medicine and warm soy milk into her drawer.
Until she found a velvet box hidden in a compartment of his suitcase.
Inside was the ring she had thrown away years ago. He had carried it on more than a hundred international flights, across seven time zones.
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By day, he was the client who put her through the wringer. By night, he was the man who refused to leave the street outside her building.
She said, “Lu Yanxing, we’re over.” He cornered her against the wall, his voice rough as sandpaper. “Over?
Jiang Xuxu, I’ve regretted it every day for seven years. You think you can just declare it over by yourself?”
In short: a story of mature adults finding their way back to each other and healing one another in a modern workplace setting. Seven years later, he torments her with his professionalism, worries over her with breakfast, and scares her with a medical report. At last, she realizes that some things can’t be left in the past because the person involved never truly left.
