Everyone in finance knows Chi Yuye is ruthless and decisive, and never bows his head.
No one knows that the only time in his life he ever reached for someone beneath him was when he willingly went to Jiang Nan.
The day Jiang Nan returned to China, financial news was playing on the giant screen at the airport.
The man on screen wore a sharp suit, his features keen. The host called him finance’s youngest rising star, ruthless and decisive, a man who never bowed his head.
She glanced at him and didn’t recognize him.
At their class reunion, Chi Yuye sat across from her and didn’t look her way once, as aloof as a stranger.
What she didn’t know was this:
His fingers were white around his glass, and his heart was racing just as it had when he was seventeen, the first time she sat beside him and smiled. “Hi, I’m Jiang Nan.”
For all three years of high school, he sat beside her and memorized her profile. Every piece of candy she gave him still had its wrapper tucked into the innermost pocket of his wallet.
Ten years later, when they met again, he pretended to be nonchalant. But when she turned to go to the restroom, he stared at her back for a full seventeen seconds.
Everyone in finance knows Chi Yuye never makes a losing deal.
No one knows that the only investment in his life he made without expecting anything in return was waiting for Jiang Nan to look back.
