Ye Yumo thought that fleeing on that rainy night ten years ago would erase the past for good.
When they met again, she was a diligent finance assistant, while the other was the powerful president of the Ye Group.
The accounts were cold, the rules strict, and everyone thought they were merely superior and subordinate.
No one knew that the pair of cool, deep-set eyes behind the desk had been following her for ten whole years.
"Assistant Ye, I want to check every word in these accounts, including you."
Using work as an excuse, she pressed closer at every turn, trapping her in a space barely larger than a few steps.
Restraint shattered, taboos bloomed, and the moment their fingertips touched, all reason crumbled.
They were sisters with no blood ties, each the forbidden obsession the other kept buried in her heart, too afraid to speak aloud.
The accounts could tally gains and losses, but not the love and possessiveness that had grown wildly over these ten years.
Beyond the accounts, you can only be mine.
Thesis: Accounts represent order, reason, identity, and social rules. They can calculate monetary gains and losses and define the boundaries of rights and responsibilities, but they cannot calculate the obsessions of the heart, hidden love, or the bonds of fate. The novel seeks to express that the truest, most passionate, most boundary-crossing feelings between people have always existed beyond cold rules. Even when constrained by identity, wounded by the past, or judged by society, sincerity and redemption still have the power to break through everything. The possessiveness and tenderness that cannot be spoken aloud, the attachment and favoritism that dare not be shown openly, are all among the truest desires deep in human nature. Love has no fixed rules, and emotion obeys no regulations. Beyond the accounts lies the sincere love of this world.
