On a rainy day, socially anxious illustrator Su Wan lost her way and crashed straight into a stranger's arms. Her drawings scattered across the ground. With reddened eyes, she crouched to pick them up. The man bent down to retrieve the last page, pressed his black umbrella into her hands, and walked away into the rain.
Only later did she learn he was Lu Shiyan, CEO of Lu Group Technologies: the cold, aloof executive who said barely a word in meetings, never sent a WeChat message longer than five characters, and signed billion-yuan contracts without batting an eye.
And yet this very iceberg...
Remembered every one of her likes and had the strawberry cake she'd casually said she wanted waiting on the dinner table.
When she woke from a nightmare in tears and called him in the middle of the night, he cut short an international conference and was home in little more than ten minutes.
When a male designer from a partner company flirted with her, Lu replaced their point of contact the very next day, citing his “lack of professional competence.”
He was icy to the whole world, but endlessly tender with her alone.
