My Ice-Cold Fiancée Washes Her Male Secretary's Feet

During the National Day holiday, Su Qingyun’s male secretary posted a photo on his social media. He was lying on a waterbed strewn with rose petals. The usually stern CEO Su was kneeling to massage his feet, with a brand-new gold watch tucked in her pocket. That very morning, I’d bought a set of gold jewelry to persuade Su Qingyun to make our relationship public. She readily agreed, but while we were taking photos, she smashed my phone to pieces. Disdain filled Su Qingyun’s eyes. “If you don’t have a mirror, don’t you have a toilet to look in?” “Figures. You’re a wretch with a mother who gave birth to you but didn’t raise you, willing to do anything to ruin me.” I suddenly realized that for the past five years, carefully obeying her demand to keep office romances secret had been a joke. So the next day, I messaged my dad: “I give up. I’m coming home to inherit the family fortune.”