For most people, this New Year's Eve was nothing special.
Ning Weikai was still with his wife, having the family reunion dinner back at the old House of Zhu. Holding her by the window at midnight and watching the New Year's fireworks, he made another lifelong romantic promise to his wife.
As usual, Chen Zheng was on the debaucherous dance floor surrounded by overly-enchanting women. Intoxicated, he smirked at the indulgence around him. Tonight, he just wanted to let himself go and have a great time.
Xue Mingtao was still working at the office. Gu Yanzhi had mysteriously gone overseas. And Gao Lang was on his duty in the security office, the thought of getting his end-of-the-year bonus making him content.
But there was one thought that came to everyone's mind: Next year, I'd like to...
For example, I'd like to keep New Bori at the top of the industry and eliminate all the possibilities of competition and aggression.
I want revenge on him, and her, vengeance is the only way.
I don't understand the 'big picture,' but I know I'll follow the commander, do my job well, and save more money so I can send it back to my parents.
Desire was a black hole in everyone's heart, constant, and complicated.
After a flight that was over ten hours long, dragging her luggage, Lin Qian appeared in front of a quiet and classic apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, fantasizing over her own desires. Next year, I must get stronger and reinforce my senior executive position.
But for now, I need to look after my lonely and aloof brother.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang but no one answered.
Lin Qian shrugged her shoulders; she would not be surprised if Lin Mochen were working overtime considering it was a weekday. But in order to surprise him, and so he wouldn't worry, she hadn't mentioned her trip to him at all.
Without hesitating, she opened the door with her own key.
An hour later she was soaking in the bathtub; she had a bottle of vintage red wine from his collection next to her. The crimson wine inside could be seen through the crystal glass. Gazing out the window at the sky full of stars, she felt relaxed and pleased.
With so many New Year's messages from her colleagues and friends, her phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Even her rival Chen Zheng sent her a message wishing her good luck in her future endeavors and hoping that all her wishes would come true. It was signed, "Chen Zheng from SMQ." Lin Qian figured it was a group message; finding it a bit funny, she didn't respond.
Since she was overseas, most of the messages were ignored. She only picked a few managers to send a New Year's message to. When it came to Li Zhicheng, she hesitated.
Not sure why, but the thought of his casual invitation yesterday to an opera show was making her unsettled.
After some consideration, she started typing, 'President Li, wish all your dreams come true and for greater achievements at Aida in the coming year.' She also added, 'Hope you enjoyed the end-of-year party. Have a great night.'
Within a minute, she got a response. 'I didn't attend.'
Staring at the simple response, she was a little astounded and also slightly guilty.
The image of his calm and handsome face the other day made her feel a sense of hidden desolation from his impression of coolness and distance.
Meanwhile, some noise was coming from downstairs. Lin Qian pulled herself together, putting the phone away and leaving the bathtub.
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Our Glamorous Time
RomanceLin Qian once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to "create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn" in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he cou...