The world of financial elite Yu Qing consists of precise numbers, until that rainy day when CEO Cheng Xubai tilted his umbrella over her shoulder, letting in a piece of moonlight that she had never calculated.
He is a gentleman from a gallery family, and she is the queen of mergers and acquisitions.
From the conference room to the art gallery, during the fifteen-hour time difference, they each hid a key, a stack of photos, and a pot of succulent plants - all the unspeakable heartbeats were hidden between the footer of the financial statement and the tea-scented morning and evening line.
"Love is a risk, and you are my unthinking all-out move."
(When water lilies bloom on the spreadsheet's folder, the fifth season finally has a name.)
Ps: The author was in school when he wrote it, and he didn't have any brains. Please be more tolerant and tolerant when everyone reads it.
Concept: In a world of precise calculations, love is the investment that least requires risk assessment.
