Yan Ji thought that returning to Beijing meant nothing more than changing offices.
Until Lu Zheng, president of the Lu Group, sat across from her for the first time, slid a partnership proposal toward her, and said, “President Yan, I don’t like beating around the bush.”
He was younger than she’d expected, and more difficult to deal with. The Lu family’s eldest son never gave anyone an inch in business. Yet when she worked late into the night, he had someone bring a bowl of hot soup to the conference room, with a note that read only, “Don’t bring that New York routine here. In Beijing, we don’t work on an empty stomach.”
She had escaped You Xin’s waiting, and her parents’ silence, but she couldn’t escape this man as he stepped across the boundaries she’d drawn for her own safety. He said, “Those rules you brought back from New York don’t work with me.”
She asked why. He said, “Because I’m not your client.”
Only later did she learn that before his transfer letter was issued, this man, who never spoke gently, had already read through her five-year work history three times.
Two cities, a reunion after years apart, and clashes at work. For grown-ups, falling in love begins with, “I understand you.”
