Her self-founded company, which seemed simple on the surface, was not so easy to fully grasp, especially considering that these industries were worlds apart from Yan Shixiu's own enterprises.
Moreover, Yan Shixiu, who was likely dealing with projects worth hundreds of millions every day, had eagerly followed her to T City, begging her for a chance to be together amidst the desert sands.
It seemed this was the simple life he should have had, but it was she who had drawn him into that world interwoven with money and material desires.
Shi Lan shut down her computer and set it aside. Looking at Yan Shixiu, who was sleeping soundly, his long hands casually resting on his thighs, his head leaning against the backrest. In the darkness, Shi Lan could only make out the contour of his profile, as most of his face was hidden under his hat, but she could feel his exhaustion.