Chen Cheng arrived at the office door, slightly ajar, with no light coming from inside.
Pushing the door open, Wen Shulin stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city's neon lights filtering through the glass, casting a mottled glow on her, outlining her slender figure.
Chen Cheng closed the door, his footsteps particularly clear in the silence; Wen Shulin did not turn around, seemingly immersed in her thoughts, merely spoke quietly: "You're here."
Chen Cheng said nothing, walked forward, and stood beside her, together appreciating the night view outside the window.
"Thank you, husband."
"Thank me for what?"
Wen Shulin turned around without answering, smiling at Chen Cheng.
The hand with scarlet nail polish twined around Chen Cheng's black tie, Wen Shulin gently pulled, and they headed towards the desk.
She sat on the long desk, which had signed countless documents, her hand still clinging to his tie, tightening it, drawing them closer together.
