You Have Seen Through Me Long Ago

I was forty-five years old and working as a project manager in a small company that didn't look down on middle-aged people. I thought that this was how it would be for the rest of my life - solid, stable, and no more surprises. Until Lin Meiru appeared. She is the secretary to the general manager. She is thirty-three years old, very charming, and very talkative. Everyone in the company thinks she is frivolous. But I happened to catch her shivering in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on a rainy night, I caught her secretly cooking porridge for her colleague's daughter without making any noise, and I caught her hiding all her wounds with a nonchalant expression. She thought she was playing an ambiguous game of advancing and retreating freely. But I saw through her. Seeing through her temptation is not flirting, but fear; seeing through her free and easy attitude is not nature, but armor. On the day when the whole company was gossiping, I stood in front of everyone and said - I was pursuing her unilaterally, but she had not agreed yet. She rushed into my office with red eyes: "Chen Zhiwei, what do you mean?" I looked into her eyes: "It means you don't have to hide anymore." Adults should not be easily moved, this is the rule. But when it comes to her, all rules don't count.