Chapter 171: How Good-Looking?

At 17 or 18 years old, one is at the peak of teenage angst, always exclaiming, "My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by the heavens." Then at 27 or 28, they're on their knees, weeping and begging for the sky to give them a break.

Chen Rui was already in his thirties, way past the age of such dramatics. He seemed very stable on a daily basis, except when it came to his ideals and plans, when that teenage spirit would suddenly surge forth.

Enthusiastic—he would always patiently and thoroughly help people with their questions.

Quixotic—his dreams might seem a bit unrealistic, but he was very serious about pursuing them.

Generous—beyond the company's regular perks, he would frequently treat people to meals and afternoon tea.

Amiable—he was always cheerful and nobody had ever seen him angry.

And he was straightforward, getting to the point in just a few words, unlike other company bosses who could drone on for an hour or two in meetings.