Violets on the Heart

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One was handsome and suave, the other calm and reserved; the two men greeted each other with friendly punches on the shoulder.

"You're back."

"Yes."

No words were needed—they understood each other's thoughts without speaking.

"Xiahou, your president is truly lucky to have such a dedicated employee," Yuwen Xi teased.

"It's just that I'm naturally a workaholic," Xiahou Yu replied, taking the responsibility upon himself without hesitation.

Yuwen Xi raised an eyebrow. "Then I must meet her myself."

"Oh?" Xiahou Yu said, his tone full of meaning. "That might not be so easy."

Yuwen Xi only smiled, saying nothing.

"But this time, I've brought you a gift."

"A gift?" For some reason, the mention of a gift stirred an inexplicable flutter in Yuwen Xi's heart. "Yuwen, sorry, but I have important matters today—I can't join you for dinner. I'll treat you another day," Xiahou Yu apologized, clearly troubled.

"Alright, but don't forget, you owe me a lavish meal," Yuwen Xi joked.

The Buletear Group had risen rapidly in recent years, carving out a place in the world and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Yuwen Group, yet garnering even more attention. The secret lay with its enigmatic helmsman, who had never appeared before the media. All that was known was that the group's vice president was Xiahou Yu.

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