A photo suddenly went viral online. He happened to see it and was instantly captivated by those familiar eyes.
He thought of her at once.
Sure enough...
Lu Jingheng, who had always been sharp-tongued at the negotiating table, was rendered speechless for the first time.
Especially when he met those familiar eyes, his heart pounded, and he found himself unable to speak.
He came to his senses at that moment as well. He finally understood why his gaze had kept drifting toward her that day, and why he had been jealous that Lu Jingwen had been able to drink the soup she had personally made.
A dark glint flashed through Su Qiao's eyes. She raised her brows and, ignoring the seemingly faint gazes around her, casually sat down across from him.
"Hehe, isn't it handsome and cool?"
Lu Jingheng: "..." You're a woman. Why do you have to be so handsome and cool?
Su Qiao smiled faintly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness. "A Jing likes strong, independent, cool, and handsome girls, so I..."
She set her glasses on the table and casually brushed the strands hanging over her forehead back. Su Qiao once again returned to her earlier aloof appearance. "But I think this look is pretty good too."
"Although it doesn't look as ladylike as wearing a skirt, and it isn't as pretty as wearing a skirt, but..."
After a pause, Su Qiao spoke with deep affection and an expression of willing devotion. "As long as A Jing likes it, that's all that matters. As long as he likes it, I can become whatever he wants me to be."
"..."
Seeing her clearly unable to let go of her old love, humbling herself for love and changing herself to cater to the other person, Lu Jingheng felt