Summary
During the day, he calls me “Jiejie.”
A new intern joined our company-sweet, gentle, and always trailing behind me, calling me “Jiejie” every chance he gets.
He remembers everyone’s preferences, covers for me during business dinners so I don’t have to drink, and buys me throat lozenges.
Even my mother praises him for being so sensible.
I treated Lu Huaizhou like a well-behaved younger brother until the night of our team-building retreat.
He cornered me on the hotel balcony, his eyes burning with a searing possessiveness. “Jiejie,” he growled, “if you keep treating me like a little brother, I’m really not going to be polite anymore.”
Three months later, I found an investment agreement on his computer.
Only then did I realize that this younger intern, who loved to act spoiled in my arms, wasn’t here for an internship at all.