A warm sensation filled her chest. Her hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly as she murmured, “They’re very authentic. Thank you.”
Wen Wei had always quietly admired Lin Yi Shen. In his early thirties, he was the company’s renowned diamond bachelor—Cornell-educated with a doctorate in Business Administration, impeccably professional, and free of scandals. People often remarked that his interactions made them feel respected, his mere smile enough to put them at ease.
Later, she learned that Lin Yi Shen had worked as a hotel PR manager before studying abroad. A role like that required charm and adaptability to handle difficult guests, so managing a polished team and courteous clients now came naturally to him. But he wasn’t always calm—he had moments of anger, cold and commanding without needing to raise his voice.
She had only witnessed it once.
It was during a financial error in their department, and she had just been assigned to the branch office. On her second day, she walked in to see Lin Yi Shen standing with his hands behind his back, his face dark with anger as he confronted the finance manager. No one dared to breathe. The atmosphere was icy, like a snowy day in midwinter.
No one knew how they survived that day, all on edge until he left. Barely half an hour later, she was called to his office.
When she arrived, he stood with his back to her, bathed in the morning light. On the desk were two documents—a resignation letter and an appointment letter. The latter bore her name: Finance Manager.
Startled, she hesitated before composing herself. “Manager Lin, I’m here.”
When he turned, his expression was calm and gentle, as if nothing had happened. Pointing to the appointment letter, he asked, “Miss Wen, can you accept this position?”
She shook her head without hesitation, earning a questioning look from him. She replied seriously, “Based on my education and experience, I’m not qualified for this role. Besides, I just arrived and don’t know the department well.”
Lin Yi Shen smiled, his brows relaxing to reveal his sharp, confident demeanor. “What’s unfamiliar will become familiar. A finance manager doesn’t need to do everything personally—just delegate tasks effectively. Besides—” He paused, then continued, “The company needs dedicated employees, and I trust you completely in this regard, Miss Wen.”
His tone was sincere, and his gaze was frank.
That “trust” completely disarmed her. She took the appointment letter and nodded firmly. “Alright, I’ll accept.”
Later, she learned that Lin Yi Shen had an uncanny intuition for people. Four years in hotel PR had honed his skills to perfection. As one of the receptionists put it: “He’s seen it all—no one can fool him. Compared to him, we’re all open books.”
[The End]
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