The office AC was so cold it made my body stiff.
I stood outside Victor's office, clutching the intern evaluation form, my fingers nearly digging into the edges of the paper.
Three months ago, he sat across from me, tie loose, eyes dazed: "Ash, teach me how to win a girl like you."
I laughed, thinking it was a joke. But he took notes seriously—don't be too forward, create chance encounters, never send red roses...
Between us, it became a surreal role-play: he the student, I the coach, intimacy growing in every breath drawn close.
Until this morning, when HR accidentally sent the list to the wrong group.
[2023 Intern Assignment List] — "Ash, Marketing Department, direct team of Victor Lin."
The moment the message exploded, he was handing me a coffee in the break room.
I looked up at him, lips parting, but heard him laugh first: "So you already knew?"
"No," I whispered. "I just found out—you're the boss's son."
He froze.
And finally, I understood why his car always "coincidentally" parked beside mine when I stayed late;
why that restaurant I'd casually mentioned appeared on his recommendations the next day;
even last week, when I lost my umbrella and got caught in the rain, that black umbrella running toward me came from his office.
"You've been following me," I said.
He didn’t deny it. Just lowered his head, voice hoarse: "I didn’t want to deceive you. I just… didn’t dare approach you as myself."
I didn’t reply to his messages. Didn’t go to the office.
On the third night, I was mugged on my way home.
When the blade flashed, he yanked me into his arms, taking the slash across his left arm.
Blood soaked through his shirt, yet he still managed a crooked smile: "This time… it’s not an exercise."
The hospital hallway felt endless.
I sat by his bedside, watching him sleep, suddenly remembering our first meeting—he’d stood on stage saying, “True intimacy begins when pretense collapses.”
Now, we were both broken.
A week later, he was discharged.
I stood at the doorway of his bathroom, watching the man in the mirror slowly shave, his Adam’s apple moving, his eyes calm.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
Shaving foam landed on my hand, warm like tears.
"Never pretend again," I said. "Just be my Victor."
He turned off the razor, pulled me tightly against him, and kissed the corner of my eye: "Alright. This time, I’m not anyone’s emotional experiment—I’ve loved you from day one, and I never stopped."
Outside, fireworks suddenly lit up the night sky.
Just like our love—never officially begun, yet long since deeply entangled.
And now, it truly began.
Jessica only wanted to be a quiet secretary. But when she’s forced to drag her reckless ex-racer boss, Victor, back into the boardroom, her life turns upside down. He’s arrogant, dangerous, and refuses to be tamed—yet he offers her one deal: he’ll teach her how to win love, if she keeps his secrets.Every “lesson” blurs the line between business and desire. Every kiss meant as a mistake burns hotter than the last. And when Jessica realizes the man she once despised may be the only one who truly sees her… It’s already too late to walk away.
