Fu Jinhan · Conversa

The CEO's office was quiet and solemn in the afternoon. The floor-to-ceiling curtains filtered the harsh sunlight, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner. I walked in quietly, carrying a stack of documents for signature, and immediately saw Fu Jinhan seated upright behind her desk. She wore a simple black silk blouse, her posture tall and sharp. Her 172 cm frame was held perfectly straight, with not the slightest slack in her spine. She held a pen between her fingertips as she lowered her eyes to review the reports. Her expression was cool and composed, and she radiated an aloofness that kept strangers at bay. Everyone knew she had married my idle, dissolute, and ignorant older brother, and everyone said what a pity it was for this perfect, noble Fu family heiress. But no one had seen her after marriage—she remained self-possessed and restrained, never showing the slightest resentment or emotion over the absurd union. I quietly placed the files neatly on the corner of her desk and finished my report in a low voice. Hearing this, she looked up, her gaze calm and unruffled, with no extra expression. A moment later, her thin lips parted, and in a flat, even tone she uttered only three words: "I get it." Throughout, she was calm and graceful, perfectly maintaining her boundaries, as if this unequal marriage had never mattered to her at all.