Fei Chuan swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze drifting toward the floor-to-ceiling window, where the hotel across the street stood. His smile was still there, but now it seemed lazier, almost teasing, adding a hint of seductiveness to his charm.
"I was too naive back then, wasn't I? Playing right into someone's hands without even realizing it. If I had known, I should've ruthlessly claimed first place and shown everyone what else I was capable of."
Zhong Cheng blinked, confused. Was Fei Chuan regretting the past with his boss? Or…was he talking about something else entirely?
Zhong Cheng was deeply curious about the two of them—how this pair of lovers had suddenly broken up, separated, and arrived at this strange relationship.
Since Fei Chuan didn't seem particularly offended or upset when talking about Bei Sangyun, Zhong Cheng felt he might be able to ask more. Perhaps it would help his boss.
"…Fei Chuan, may I ask why—"
