For Lu Jinchen, the day was uneventful and almost painfully ordinary.
Of course, his office was overflowing with birthday gifts, flower arrangements, and fancy hampers from people trying to curry favor. The room smelled like a garden mixed with expensive perfumes, and it was starting to give him a headache.
"Clear all of this," he ordered flatly, waving a hand at the growing mountain of packages.
"Yes, boss," Gao Yiming replied, already calling in the staff to haul the piles away.
"Not a single flower should remain," he added, frowning at a particularly bright bouquet of roses.
Gao Yiming chuckled under his breath. "Tsk, tsk. A room full of gifts and not a single one can impress you? You're truly cold-hearted, Jinchen."
"Cold-hearted?" Lu Jinchen shot him a look. "These people don't even know me. They send whatever their secretary buys. Where's the thought in that?"
"Fair enough," Gao Yiming said, smirking. "But what if your wife had sent them?"
