What kind of smile was that?
Just the right amount of teeth showing, faint dimples that rarely appeared, and fresh, shimmering eyes.
Set against her soft, delicate facial contours, it possessed an almost healing warmth.
The magnificent Frick Collection seemed illuminated by her smile.
The lights grew softer, the air clearer.
This was precisely Wall Street's highest praise and honorific for her amid all its intrigue and deception: the Golden Smile.
Eighteen months ago, when she graced the cover of Forbes magazine as the "World's Most Influential Business leader"—
the photographer had captured this very moment, as though her smile could pierce straight through the lens.
That cover had once left the entire financial world spellbound and was hailed by the media as the Trillion-Dollar Smile.
For that reason, those truly qualified to approach her preferred to call her "Ms. Smile" in private.
It was not only the meaning of her name, but also the mark of the vast commercial empire known as Smiling Holdings.
[Secretary Jin's Smile Count: 1/10]
Tang Song stood on the steps, his thin lips pressed tightly together as his gaze briefly lost focus.
The whole world seemed to fall silent.
Memories and dreams frantically overlapped deep within his consciousness.
The light compressed into a single beam.
Her smile expanded endlessly in his pupils until it occupied everything.
Memories surged like a tide.
From the "female secretary" in the Male God Growth Plan game to every scene from 2016 to 2020 in Feather of Memory.
To the real him, all of that had been veiled in a thin layer of gauze, unreal and indistinct.
Just like last time in Secretary Jin's Dream—although they had been intimate, it had ultimately only been a dream.
But now—
Vivid, warm, and even more perfect than she had