iting!"Ho Shao-ting stepped forward, blocking him with a forced smile. "It won't take my uncle much time," he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. "We can go after the meeting is over."Lu Qian frowned.H...On New Year's Day, she received the rabbit.

Even if Wen Man didn't say it, Mingzhu still guessed that this rabbit was sent by Lu Qian.

Mr. Lu went to H city the other day.

At night, she lay in the white bed, hugging the rabbit.

She missed Uncle Lu.

She thought, receiving a gift always requires a thank you, besides it was New Year's she should say happy new year to him...

Finally, she sent him a WeChat message.

He waited for a very long time, and then he replied with [Happy New Year].

Four simple words, yet they caused his little girl to burst into tears. She buried her face under the covers and cried silently, weeping over emotions she couldn't express.

Whenever a man in this world catches her eye and she fancies him, she can boldly confess her feelings.

She could boldly say: I like you!

But this person is Lu Qian, Mr. Lu!

He is still Wen Man's uncle.

Mingzhu disliked herself for her feelings, yet she couldn't help but like him. She who usually didn't pay attention to the news, began to watch television and read newspapers intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes, when her father and brother talked about that person, she would secretly listen in.

But she knew deep down, he wasn't hers!

……

City C, night.

Lu Qian sat in his office, wearing a tailored suit, staring at his phone quietly.

Liu, the secretary, pushed open the door.

"Mr. Lu, are you ready Everyone outside is waiting for you to give a motivational speech!"

Lu Qian remained still.red wine in one gulp and, setting it down, gazed quietly at the young man before him.The 25-year-old was more worldly than he imagined.Wen Ber-yan still held his ground: "Public is public, private is...