Luong's polished nails tapped impatiently against her tablet. Another headline: *"Zhou Luong: The Ice Queen of Trade Sprint."* She scoffed. If only they knew how much she hated the cold, corporate cage she'd been forced into.
Then—*everything stopped.*
A roar of an engine. A flicker of movement.
Her head snapped up just as the motorcycle rider beside her at the red light *removed his helmet.*
**And the world tilted.**
Wind ruffled his ink-black hair as he ran a hand through it. A careless grin played on his lips—like he knew a secret the universe hadn't shared yet. His leather jacket clung to broad shoulders, and when he turned slightly…
*Their eyes met.*
For one impossible second, Luong forgot how to breathe.
Then the light turned green.
**"Follow. That. Bike."** Her voice was steel wrapped in silk.
Her driver didn't hesitate.
**The Chase**
They weaved through Shanghai's glittering streets, Luong's heart pounding harder with every turn. *Who was he?* Why did her skin prickle just from watching him?
The answer came too soon: **Huawei Headquarters.**
Her own company's subsidiary.
A few commands on her phone, and her assistant slid a file toward her:
**NAME:** Yin Zhang
**POSITION:** Mid-level R&D Manager
**SECRET:** Adopted. *And he has no idea.*
Luong's fingers trembled as she swiped through photos—him laughing with coworkers, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. *Real. Unpretentious. Alive* in a way she'd never allowed herself to be.
That night, she did something reckless.
She picked up a pencil.
And for the first time in years—*she drew for herself.*