When the last person left the conference room and the door finally closed, Xiao Mei’s composure shattered.
She turned abruptly, burying her face against Noah Steele’s chest, her shoulders trembling as quiet sobs escaped her throat.
Noah froze for a second, then sighed softly and wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s okay,” he said in a low, steady voice. “You don’t have to hold it in anymore.”
“I—I don’t care about the money…” Xiao Mei choked out between sobs. “Even if it were another ten million, I wouldn’t cry like this. What hurts is the company. This company… it’s all my father left me. If I lose it… I really don’t know how to face him.”
Her voice broke completely, and the tears came faster, soaking into Noah’s shirt.
Only then did Noah truly understand.
This wasn’t just a business
