Three months later.
The office was bustling, but the atmosphere had changed — lighter, friendlier. Zhao Xinyi and Zhou Yichen walked in side by side, sharing a quiet smile.
Their campaign was back on track, their names proudly on the credits. Liu Zemin? No longer part of the company.
At lunch, they laughed over coffee — no sarcasm, no barbs, just easy connection.
Yichen took her hand gently. "Ready for the next project? Together."
Xinyi squeezed his fingers. "Always."
And as they looked out over the city skyline, they knew this was no longer just work, no longer just rivalry.
It was their story.