**Jiang Xinyue truly didn’t understand.**
To her, n were nothing more than accessories in life—luxuries, not necessities. What she truly needed were money, career, and above all, friendship.
In the top-floor office of Shen Corporation’s headquarters, a man sat elegantly by the window, exuding an air of aristocratic refinent.
The city was equally dazzling by day and night, and standing at its zenith, **Shen Ye** had never once spared pity for those who bowed their heads, scrambling to make ends et.
*"President Shen, Miss Zhu… she went to see her psychiatrist again."*
*"This ti, she slit her wrists."*
Shen Ye was displeased, but not because **Zhu Nanxi** was wavering in their arranged engagent.
No, his irritation stemd from the fact that the Zhu family had initiated this alliance. Zhu Nanxi had even arranged to et him, deliberately inviting paparazzi to leak news of the impending marriage, using it to boost both families’ corporate standing.
And now, this lodrama? If word got out, the backlash would hit Shen Corporation far harder than the Zhu family.
Negative press that threatened the group’s stability was the last thing Shen Ye wanted.
The marriage was rely an embellishnt to him—take it or leave it. But the Zhu family couldn’t play both sides, pushing for the engagent while humiliating him and jeopardizing his empire.
*"Is her psychiatrist still the sa one?"*
Behind St. Mary’s Private Elite Hospital stood a mysterious financial titan—none other than Shen Ye himself.
The mont he first received word of Zhu Nanxi’s suicide attempt, he’d had her thoroughly investigated, down to her psychiatrist: **Jiang Xinyue**, a PhD in psychology.
Young, accomplished, strikingly beautiful, and defiantly unconventional—a wild rose with thorns.
It was hard to imagine soone so bold and untad being a rising star in the academic world.
That was why he’d recognized her instantly at the mall earlier. Though they weren’t on terms where he could simply walk up and greet her.
His assistant placed the woman’s file on Shen Ye’s desk. *"President Shen, she’s the psychological expert our hospital hired with a seven-figure annual salary."*
And the value she brought to the hospital far exceeded that sum.
*"Arrange a eting with her."*
Caution was paramount. Shen Ye couldn’t risk even a whisper of Zhu Nanxi’s suicide attempts reaching the public.
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**St. Mary’s Hospital**
*"Dr. Song, please! Just one more cup size! I swear I won’t bother you again!"*
Jiang Xinyue shrugged off her down coat and watched from her office as **Song Nishang** struggled with a woman at the door. Unable to resist, she stepped forward. *"Xu Liangfei, you said the exact sa thing last ti."*
The woman turned, her influencer-perfect face breaking into a wide grin. *"Dr. Jiang, could you persuade Dr. Song for ? This is really the last ti!"*
*"Sure!"*
*"What do you an, ‘sure’?!"*
Song Nishang shoved her back into the office. *"No more augntations. Her body can’t handle it."*
*"Dr. Jiang, Dr. Song…"*
Xu Liangfei suddenly reappeared behind them, making Song Nishang jump. *"What are you doing in here?!"*
*"It’s fine. Sit."*
The mont Xu Liangfei’s backside touched the couch, darkness swallowed her vision. Panic surged—she was lying on an operating table.
…
*"What did you just do to her?"*
*"She’s clearly addicted to costic surgery. I gave her a free hypnosis session—let her see where this path leads."*
*"You scared ! I really thought you were encouraging her to go under the knife again."*
*"She started altering herself because of an ex-boyfriend’s hurtful words. Deep down, she doesn’t believe in her own worth. I wanted her to understand that there’s soone out there who’ll love her for who she is. She doesn’t need to morph into so idealized version of beauty or wear a mask. She’s enough as herself."*
*"You spout all this wisdom, yet you’re a committed bachelor."*
*"Marriage isn’t for , but that doesn’t an I won’t date."*
An hour later—
*"AHHHHH!"*
Xu Liangfei bolted upright, screaming in terror before stumbling blindly toward the exit.
Leaning against the doorfra, Jiang Xinyue called after her, *"Ms. Xu, still want to go up another cup size?"*
*"No! No no no no NOOO—!"*
***BANG!***
Xu Liangfei crashed into a sharply dressed, devastatingly handso man in a tailored suit. He frowned, brushing off his shoulder with distaste before striding past her—straight toward Jiang Xinyue’s office.
*"Ms. Jiang, our boss would like to invite you to dinner. We hope you’ll honor us with your presence."*
The man cut straight to the point, leaving Jiang Xinyue bewildered. *"And your boss is…?"*
*"Shen Ye—Chairman and CEO of Shen Corporation."*
*"Shen Ye?!"*
Song Nishang let out a strangled shriek. *"Go go go go GO! She’ll go!"*
???
The suited man’s expression turned smug. Of course—no woman could refuse his boss.
Shen Ye, too, treated the invitation as a foregone conclusion. Beautiful won held little appeal for him. The only things that stirred his interest were profit and power.
---
*"Hi!"*
*"You must be President Shen Ye, right?"*
*"Hello. Dr. Jiang had a patient today and couldn’t make it. I’m her best friend. If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to join you for dinner instead."*
Heh.
Dressed elegantly and radiantly, Song Nishang ntally patted herself on the back. *What a genius move.*
If her friend wasn’t interested in this pri specin of a man, she’d gladly take him off her hands.
---
The blinds lifted, revealing a flurry of snowflakes drifting past Jiang Xinyue’s window.
Delighted, she threw on her coat and stepped outside, where she ran into a group of female colleagues from other departnts. They exchanged smiles, gathering in the hospital courtyard to admire the season’s first snow.
Within two hours, the grounds were blanketed in white.
A few male colleagues soon joined, packing snowballs and launching into an impromptu battle.
Jiang Xinyue was an accidental casualty—but she refused to play the victim.
*"Dr. Lou, you’re DEAD!"*
**Lou Lan’an** scrambled away, laughing. *"I’m sorry! It was an accident!"*
***SLAM!***
A sleek black Maybach pulled up at the hospital’s back entrance, its door shutting with pointed irritation.
Shen Ye arched a brow. *"Dr. Jiang is too busy to spare ti?"*
The woman’s fiery red curls were dusted with snow, her nose flushed from the cold. lted flakes clung to her lashes like dewdrops—translucent, pure, untouched.
Song Nishang, anwhile, was shivering violently, any romantic notions about Shen Ye long frozen over. *"We’re all adults here. Must you make her spell it out? Honestly, you’re incredibly rude. Goodbye!"*
Who in their right mind would order food for her, let her think this was a date, only to smirk coldly when she mustered the courage to ask if they could be together?
Song Nishang had never been so insulted.
Was it so hard to say, *"Sorry, you’re not my type"*?
*Ugh. Pretentious jerk. My girl will put you in your place.*
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