Copywriting:
"26-year-old design director?"
Lu Qingyan pushed his resume across the table with obvious doubts in his voice.
Chi Jingchu sat opposite him, with traces of paint still on the cuffs of his white shirt. She didn't rush to defend, but slowly unfolded a design draft on her desk.
"The answer Mr. Lu wants," tap the tip of the pencil on the paper, "here it is."
Later, when Chi Jingchu's design shined on the international stage, Lu Qingyan stood in the corner of the celebration banquet, his eyes always following the slender figure.
"I thought Mr. Lu only cared about report data." She approached with champagne in hand, and the moonlight cast tiny shadows on her eyelashes.
"Now there's something more." He took the wine glass in her hand, and the moment their fingertips touched, neither of them was in a hurry to let go.
"I want not only your talent, but also the fire in your eyes that never goes out."
[Business Giant × Elite Designer]
[From tit-for-tat to mutual sympathy, a workplace romance]
Intention: None