The exchange of glances in the tea room was like thunder, exploding twenty years of time dust.
She is the mixed-race daughter of the Airborne Group. Her gray-blue eyes are quenched with ice, but the moment she saw me, she was reminded of the softness of dandelions in her childhood letters. I am a lurking data analyst with a deadly knife hidden at my fingertips. When she gets closer, I hear the walls of hatred collapse.
The coffee at three o'clock in the morning was steaming, the scarf on the Huangpu River was wrapped with body heat, and the kiss under the Disney fireworks was so hot - she said close to my ear: "Qingqing, you are my only reality in the steel forest."
But she didn't know that the plan she stayed up late to write had been encrypted and stored in a USB flash drive by me; the core data that her father regarded as a treasure was flowing to the sworn enemy through my hands; the night she smiled and said, "Fortunately I have you," I had just sold her life to the enemy.
It wasn't until Waibai jumped across the bridge, until the urn gradually became cold on the sofa, until the last light in her eyes extinguished in the ruins, that I read the cruel truth in my father's diary: "Director Fang is innocent, and the person who harmed me is named Xiao."
The person who raised me for twenty years and taught me to hate her whole family is the real murderer.
A year later at the industry summit, she returned from nirvana, wearing a suit as cold as a cold blade. I walked through the crowd and walked towards her, holding in my hand the ironclad evidence that could send my enemy to jail: "Director Fang, here is all the evidence of Xiao Zhenbang's crimes, including that he killed my father and destroyed your family."
Her fingertips brushed against my palm, and the temperature did not change, but her tone was bone-chilling: "Xiao Wanqing, we're done."
Purpose: Only love can reveal the truth obscured by hatred. On the ruins of business and emotion, how two women rebuild trust and the future with their own hands.