The sweetheart of a strong president

Every morning, when the sunlight shines through the curtains onto Qiao Qiao's face, the first person she thinks of is Lin Zihan.

She would unconsciously pick up her phone and check his Moments. She was full of concern and curiosity about his every move.

After get off work, she would detour to the coffee shop he frequented, hoping to run into him there.

When she saw him sitting by the window drinking coffee, her heart beat faster and a shy blush appeared on her face.

She would pretend to walk past his desk casually and then steal a glance at his expression to see if he noticed her.

On weekends, she would go shopping with a few friends, but she was always thinking about him.

She would pick out some men's products in the mall, imagining that she could give them to him one day.

At night, she would lie in bed, reading every message he sent her, savoring every word he said.

She would imagine the moments she spent with him, looking forward to becoming his girlfriend one day. However, she waited for several years without any progress.

Shortly after the new year started, the company held a grand thank-you dinner and invited many business elites and media friends.

As the company's public relations manager, Qiao Qiao naturally had to accompany Lin Zihan throughout the banquet.

In the gorgeous banquet hall, with the interweaving of light and shadow, Mr. Lin became the focus of everyone's attention.

He was wearing a custom-made suit with smooth lines and perfect tailoring, revealing his extraordinary temperament.

Every gesture he makes reveals his carefree and magnanimous demeanor.

Mr. Lin is always cheerful and talkative when interacting with others. His sense of humor and sharp insights allow him to easily communicate with elites from all walks of life and demonstrate his excellent communication skills. His performance not only demonstrates his personal style, but also wins him more respect and cooperation opportunities.

Qiao Qiao was deeply attracted by Mr. Lin's charm.

Her eyes involuntarily turned to Mr. Lin frequently, and her heart beat faster with every smile of his.

Qiao Qiao always looked for opportunities to get close to Mr. Lin, whether it was gently touching his arm during a conversation or giving him a seductive look when raising his glass to toast, her efforts were all to get his attention.

I secretly prayed that I could become his focus.

As for Mr. Lin, he seemed to keep a distance from her deliberately, always turning around to talk to others when she approached.

The dinner was in full swing and Lin Zihan had a great time chatting with all the guests.

He was busy entertaining various clients and partners throughout the evening and did not give Qiao Qiao any chance.

After the dinner, Qiao Qiao left the venue sadly, feeling that her efforts had been in vain again.

As the host tonight, Lin Zihan lowered his posture, ate meat with big mouthfuls, drank wine with big bowls, showed his sincerity and won everyone's satisfaction.

When the party was over and the night was quiet, only a drunken Mr. Lin and his assistant An were left.

After Mr. Lin got drunk, his usual carefree and dignified demeanor was no longer there.

He huddled in a corner of the banquet hall, his brows furrowed and his face pale.

Wine glasses were scattered around his table, and every drop of wine seemed to mock his misery.

His eyes revealed deep pain and confusion, as if the alcohol had brought out the depression and struggle deep in his heart.

At this moment, Mr. Lin seemed extremely fragile, and his expression was full of help and loneliness.

Mr. Lin felt uncomfortable in his stomach and even more uncomfortable in his heart. It had been almost half a month since he last saw Su Wan - he couldn't find a reason to meet her.

He could be overbearing in front of his subordinates, but this trick didn't work in front of her.

He staggered to the railing of the deserted terrace. In the moonlight, his eyes were blurry and absent-minded.

The stimulation of alcohol made his usually suppressed emotions reveal nowhere to hide, and his heart was torn into pieces in this silent night.

Every breath seemed to be calling Su Wan's name. The unexpressible longing turned into silent sorrow at this moment, drifting in the boundless night sky with the night wind.

An An sent him home, but he refused to go back. He stayed in the car, half asleep and half awake, mumbling from time to time.

"What's wrong with me? Why do you look down on me... I'm not a scumbag... I don't have any other women... I only love you... for the rest of my life..."

He just kept talking nonsense.

An An is proud!

You just know how to boss me around.

It turns out there are people you can’t conquer, haha! haha!

Heaven's way is easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven.

After staying in the car for a while, An An suddenly came up with an idea:

Why not send Mr. Lin to Engineer Su's house? If Engineer Su takes him in, Mr. Lin will definitely thank me, and he might even get a big reward.

He almost applauded his idea. He immediately started the car and drove towards Su Gong's house.

Su Wan opened the door and looked at the drunk and embarrassed Mr. Lin in front of her. She and An An quickly helped him sit down on the sofa.

Although her heart was filled with pity, she said mockingly:

"Oh, Mr. Lin, are you imitating modern art? You make yourself look like a sculpture blown by the wind."

Mr. Lin raised his head, looked at Su Wan with a dazed look, and forced a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

Su Wan continued to tease, "It seems that alcohol can not only make people forget their troubles, but also make them forget that they are adults with dignity."

She picked up a cushion for him to lean on, and brought him a cup of honey water for hangover relief, and waited for him to drink it.

Mr. Lin looked into Amelia Su's eyes. Although his thoughts were still a little confused, he could feel her sincerity and care.

He knew that Su Wan was doing this for his own good. Although there was sarcasm in her words, it was also out of concern and expectation for him.

Su Wan continued, "Boss Lin, you are a smart person. You don't really think you are indestructible, do you? Life is short, why torture yourself with alcohol?"

Although Su Wan's words were somewhat sarcastic, her eyes and actions revealed deep compassion and tenderness.

She knew that what Mr. Lin needed was not blame, but sincere care and support.

At this moment, Su Wan showed the tenderness and tenacity deep in her heart, and she was willing to accompany Mr. Lin through this difficult time.

An An put Mr. Lin to bed and left, leaving the rest to Amelia Su. He could finally relax for a while.

Su Wan sat down beside the bed and looked at Mr. Lin's painful expression. She felt inexplicably heartbroken for some reason. She couldn't help but touch his hair and forehead, her eyes full of love.

She was in love—she knew her own feelings.

But she wants to hide this love, because he is not an ordinary person, he belongs to the masses, and she cannot own him completely. So she just treats him as her favorite scenery and appreciates him.

She was afraid that he would roll off the bed at night, so she put a cushion next to the bed, sat on the cushion with her back against the bed, and put on a coat.

She thought that she would go to sleep after he felt better and stopped groaning, but she actually fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zihan woke up, half awake and half drunk. He saw Su Wan sleeping and tiptoed out of bed.

Sitting on the ground, he gently hugged Su Wan and let her back lean against his chest.

Smelling her body fragrance and listening to her even breathing, his heart was so satisfied and peaceful. At this moment he felt that he was the happiest man in the world.

He couldn't help but think in his heart: Wan'er, you are the person I have been looking for in my life.