Meng Shaohuan was calculating and cold-faced. People said his heart was armored with walls of steel, and he cared about no one. But for some reason, he couldn't control his eyes
That woman was nothing but a pretty face. What was there to look at?
But something was clearly wrong. The more Meng Shaohuan told himself, "Don't look," the more he seemed to reinforce the habit, until he couldn't stop. So he decided that every time he looked at her, he'd angrily pluck a leaf from the bonsai.
Why is that woman lying on her desk so early in the morning? Didn't she sleep last night?
...Yank off a leaf, hard.
What kind of awful outfit is she wearing? The slit is way too high.
...Yank off a leaf, furiously.
Her handwriting is pretty nice. Like its owner, it's neat and elegant.
...To hell with neat and elegant. Yank!
Every time, Meng Shaohuan would regretfully look away, but the woman still kept catching his eye. Look at her lazing about, yawning without a care for appearances. Could she actually be... kind of cute?
Yank!
Yank!
Yank!
Xia Qing couldn't figure it out. How had her perfectly healthy little-leaf rosewood bonsai ended up bald?
Growing up, the label most often stuck on Xia Qing was undoubtedly "pretty face." She didn't mind at all. In fact, she was secretly pleased. There was nothing wrong with being a "ditzy beauty" under the guise of a "pretty face."
But her new job kept giving her trouble. She didn't know what bad luck she'd run into, but the big boss seemed to have it in for her and found fault with her over the tiniest things.
Xia Qing finally couldn't take it anymore. She stormed into the boss's office and yelled, "I'm done! I quit!"
Meng Shaohuan had just picked up his cup. In the confusion, he jumped up and hurried toward her. The next moment, the cup slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a crash...
One day, much later, Xia Qing casually asked, "Why were you always picking on me back then?"
Meng Shaohuan's face was cool, but a hint of amusement showed in his eyes. "Was I?"
"Yes! You made me so mad I almost quit!"
"Then why didn't you?"
Xia Qing glanced at him, then suddenly smiled after a moment. "...I was afraid you'd cry."
Meng Shaohuan's expression darkened. "Fine. We'll see who cries later."
Xia Qing: "..."
My heart is a fortress, but there's always one crack, opened only for you.
Among all living beings, only you have the right to see my vulnerability., Pablo Neruda
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