The thing Su Zhixia regretted most in her life was finding a late-night hookup on an anonymous software in high school.
In two years and 366 voice messages, the man named "Ye Zhou" accompanied her through the darkest days.
On the eve of the college entrance examination, she was extremely low on self-esteem and after saying her last "thank you", she decisively deleted her account and ran away, disappearing from the world.
Four years later, Su Zhixia entered M&G Design Group with her resume in hand.
In the conference room, the legendary cold-faced and cold-hearted youngest vice president pushed open the door and entered.
The man looked across the crowd and focused on her precisely, his long fingers tapping on the table carelessly.
"Su Zhixia?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of a teeth-gnashing smile, "The Su Zhixia who deleted her account and ran away?"
Her blood froze instantly, and she could recognize this deep voice engraved in her bones even with her eyes closed.
She thought it was just a workplace disaster, but she didn't know that he had been looking for the account she had canceled casually for four whole years.
She had no way to retreat, and was forcefully trapped between the desk and his chest by the man, and the cold woody fragrance spread silently.
"Su Zhixia, after running for four years, where else do you want to run?"
Her eyes were red and her mouth was stiff: "It's over now. Mr. Shen, please respect yourself."
Chen Yezhou held her chin and rubbed the mole at the end of her eye with his fingertips. His tone was paranoid and aggrieved: "Who agreed to go? You owe me 366 good nights, and it will take you a lifetime to pay back."
