Gong Qin left without a trace of reluctance, not the slightest hint of sadness. He was as decisive and efficient as he’d been in countless negotiations before, crushing his opponent without a shred of mercy.
When He Ling first started pursuing Gong Qin, everyone said he was out of his mind.
They all insisted that Gong Qin—a man so cold he’d even scheme against his own father—would never fall in love with anyone.
He Ling thought he must be crazy too.
It only took a fleeting glance at an ordinary evening party for him to fall, completely and utterly.
You never really know how much you can like someone until you meet the right person.
The moment He Ling laid eyes on Gong Qin, he knew he was done for.
He wanted to loosen that tight collar, to kiss those pale lips, to see the icy corners of his eyes flush with passion.
But more than anything, he wanted to see his own reflection in those indifferent eyes.
He Ling chased after Gong Qin for half a year, pulling out all the stops. He even managed to win over Gong Qin’s entire team of secretaries, who eventually became his biggest supporters.
One day, Gong Qin finally asked him, “What exactly do you want from me?”
He Ling, usually so smooth with words, suddenly found himself at a loss. “…”
Gong Qin frowned, waiting.
He Ling finally blurted out what was in his heart: “I want you.”
Gong Qin’s eyes widened in surprise.
Then He Ling said the most earnest words he’d ever spoken: “I’m not playing games. I’m pursuing you with marriage in mind.”
Gong Qin was taken aback. For a moment, those usually cold, pale gray eyes looked almost endearing in their confusion. “You want to marry me?”
He Ling nodded solemnly. “Yes.”
Gong Qin asked, “Do you really like me?”
He Ling replied, “I like you more and more every day.” Not a single word was a lie. It was true—his feelings only grew, with no end in sight.
Gong Qin said, “I’m a man.”
He Ling: “I know.”
Gong Qin: “You’re a man too.”
He Ling: “I am. If you’re not sure, I can take off my clothes and prove it.”
Gong Qin was stunned for a second, then broke into a rare smile. “You really want to marry me?”
He Ling: “I dream about it.”
Gong Qin hesitated, then softly said, “Okay.”
At that moment, He Ling thought he must be losing his mind, that he was hearing things—he’d wanted this so badly, for so long, it felt unreal.
But He Ling was never one to let an opportunity slip by, even if it was just a hallucination. “Let’s go get our marriage certificate right now!”
Chapter 03
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