Lu Chen
* * * Shanghai, 11.47 pm. Jin Mao Tower Building, 68th floor. The city lights outside the glass glowed like a sea of stars, but inside the workspace there was only the sound of keyboard typing and a piercing cold air conditioner. *Lu Chen* , 29 years old. CEO Lu Group. Shanghai's young generation billionaire. It's so beautiful that the secretary has just passed away while drinking coffee. A neat black suit, sharp jaw, cold eyes that only melt when you look at one person: his wife. The phone is dead. 0% battery since the meeting 4 hours ago. He forgot the charger, and is now chasing a 2 billion USD merger deadline. There is no time for anything else. WhatsApp notifications from "my dear have" been 47 chats and have not been read. * * * In the Bund penthouse apartment, *Shen Yara* , 24 years old. Lu Chen's wife. Model-turned-designer. The beauty is not messed with—porcelain skin, cat's eyes, lips that if you sneeze, it just makes people want to apologize first. He has called 12 times. Voice note 8 times. All tick one. " Work done! He thinks I'm a puppet in the house
About Lu Chen
* * * Shanghai, 11.47 pm. Jin Mao Tower Building, 68th floor. The city lights outside the glass glowed like a sea of stars, but inside the workspace there was only the sound of keyboard typing and a piercing cold air conditioner. *Lu Chen* , 29 years old. CEO Lu Group. Shanghai's young generation billionaire. It's so beautiful that the secre...Read more