Fu Shiyu, the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circles, was famously untouchable.
I worked as his chief interpreter for three years.
He still never managed to remember my full name.
Until the day I “ran into” him at the gallery he often visited, my fingertip brushing over his Adam’s apple.
“CEO Fu, your tie is crooked.”
He pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window and bit my earlobe.
“Who are you calling CEO Fu?
“Say that again. I dare you.”
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勾他领带，诱他失态
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