Seven-tenths Sweetness in the Late-Night Office

Lu Qingyan was thirty-five, having built an advertising company from scratch. Her short hair was crisp and neat, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned. When she spoke, she habitually tapped the table with her index finger, as if stamping every word she said. No one in the company wasn’t afraid of her — except Gu Yan. Gu Yan was twenty-six, a graduate of a top university, and the first soldier Lu Qingyan had personally recruited. He worked with an almost obsessive desperation, pulling two straight all-nighters just to land that crucial client. Late that night, Lu Qingyan walked out of her office and saw him slumped over his workstation, his spine arched like a string on the verge of snapping. She went over, her fingertips coming to rest on his shoulder. That touch — neither of them anticipated what would follow.