Zhuang Jie Ning's eyes were bloodshot as Shen Jinci rose to leave. In a sudden move, she reached out and embraced him from behind...
The atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point. Zhuang Jie Ning's grip around Shen Jinci's waist tightened until her knuckles turned white, her eyes brimming with tears as she choked out, "I like you, I've liked you for a long time. Since the first time I saw you, I've liked you."
"Let go." The man's voice was indifferent.
Shen Jinci frowned at Zhuang Jie Ning's hands clasped around his waist, the overly sweet fragrance from her body causing veins to pop at his temples.
Shen Jinci loathed any scent that wasn't Bian Yue's.
In fact, he had a severe case of germophobia.
"I've watched all your interviews, studied every single one of your business strategy documents, Mr. Shen. I truly do like you. I'm not like Bian Yue, I can offer you real support; I'd make a good wife."
