Wei Zhinian sat stiffly in the chair, her fingers clutching the fabric of her skirt beneath the desk. She wasn't naive—she had seen the way men looked at her before. But this was different. Helian Duxuan's gaze held something else, something unreadable, and she didn't like it.
"What do you want, sir?" she asked, keeping her tone polite but firm. She wasn't here for games, and she certainly wasn't here for whatever thoughts were running through his mind.
Helian Duxuan leaned back in his chair, his smirk deepening as he folded his hands together. "I should be asking you that, Miss Wei. Yesterday, you rejected my kindness. Today, you work under me. Fate works in strange ways, doesn't it?"
Wei Zhinian's lips pressed together. "It's just a coincidence."
"Perhaps." His voice was smooth, but there was an unmistakable glint of amusement in his dark brown eyes. "But I'm a man who doesn't believe in coincidences."
