Qi Jingheng: an older, domineering CEO. “Cold and abstinent + Taciturn + Keeps strangers at a distance + Hidden identity”
Su Fei: no traditional, fragile flower. “A thorny rose + Bewitching + Not self-sacrificing + Strong principles + Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted”
“I can give you a work environment where you don’t have to deal with office politics. You can focus on design without going to dinners you don’t want to attend or dealing with clients you don’t want to deal with. If anyone makes you uncomfortable, I’ll make sure they’re uncomfortable too.”
He said it in the same tone he used to discuss construction schedules, but Su Fei’s chopsticks stopped in her hand.
He’d just said the boldest thing in the mildest voice.
She lowered her head and went back to her food. As she chewed her rice with abalone sauce, she mumbled something under her breath. Her voice was low, but every word landed squarely in his ears:
“What a show-off.”
“Say that again.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Su Fei.”
Su Fei looked up at him. The warm yellow light in the teahouse cast deeper shadows beneath his brows.
She stared at him for a moment, the tip of her chopsticks between her teeth, then smiled. “Mr. Qi, I said you’re way too handsome.”
