The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

One day, Huang Feipeng met a woman whose appearance shattered his cold world. Unlike the playthings he controlled, she exuded an elusive aura of independence. Her attitude towards Huang Feipeng was both indifferent and challenging, like a gust of wind sweeping across the cold lake of his heart, stirring his curiosity. Her independence and resilience aroused Huang Feipeng's unprecedented interest, and also made him feel a threat he had never felt before.

Huang Feipeng tried to break down her defenses using his usual methods, but her reactions always surprised him. She wasn't intimidated by his imposing presence; instead, she countered with a powerful aura. This made Huang Feipeng re-examine himself. Although he had never truly tried to relinquish his domineering and assertive nature, this time, he found himself facing a completely new challenge.

Every response she gave was a test for Huang Feipeng. He began to realize that all his previous controlling and domineering behavior was actually an escape from true feelings. He could no longer easily manipulate the situation as before, because she disdained playing the same game as him. Her presence made Huang Feipeng feel unprecedentedly frustrated, but it also brought a profound attraction.

Huang Feipeng's life seemed to be shrouded in an invisible purple aura. His fondness for purple was never concealed; whether in his office decor or his collection of luxury goods, purple could always be found. This color was not only a reflection of his personal taste, but also a symbol of his power and control.

He often sat in his office, leaning back on a purple velvet sofa, hands resting on the desk, his cold gaze sweeping over everything. His desk was piled high with his personal collection of amethysts and other precious purple items, which had become his personal trademarks. Every decision he made seemed to be conceived within this purple ambiance, showcasing his control over the world.

However, since meeting her, his heart had been swept away by a purple storm. Her appearance was like an unusual purple light, illuminating the coldness and control he had always maintained. Huang Feipeng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights flickering in the distance, but he couldn't concentrate. Her calm yet challenging gaze kept replaying in his mind.

"You really have time today?" Her clear, slightly teasing voice interrupted Huang Feipeng's thoughts. He watched her walk into the office, wearing a light purple dress, simple yet elegant, seemingly out of place in the luxurious world he knew.

"I'm available anytime for you." Huang Feipeng smiled slightly, his tone tinged with a helpless joke.

She didn't respond, only giving him a faint glance, as if she could see right through him. She sat down, her hands folded on her knees, her gaze calm yet carrying a profound wisdom.

"You said you like purple, why?" she suddenly asked.

Huang Feipeng paused slightly, having never truly considered this question before. "In my eyes, purple is a symbol of power," he slowly replied. "It represents an irreplaceable position, an untouchable existence."

She nodded gently. "Has your controlling nature always been a form of escapism?"

Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat; he had never expected her to ask such a question. His fingers unconsciously traced a piece of amethyst on the table, his eyes becoming somewhat vacant. He didn't know how to answer, because deep down, this desire for control had long been a part of him.

“You always define everything in terms of power and money,” her voice softened, yet still carried an undeniable strength, “Do you know that true strength may lie in accepting your own weaknesses?”

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart. His controlling nature had always been a way for him to protect his inner world, but in her presence, he felt an unprecedented vulnerability. He acutely realized that he was not an invincible ruler, but a helpless man in the face of love.

“I don’t like being controlled,” she said softly, lowering her head. “You always try to control everything, but you ignore people’s feelings and inner truths.”

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, his heart growing heavy. He knew that every word she spoke was piercing his defenses. He had never truly experienced this feeling of being exposed; his past successes and power now seemed insignificant in her presence.

"If I let go of my control and accept my weaknesses, would you be willing to let me try to get closer to you?" Huang Feipeng asked, his voice trembling slightly.

She looked up, a hint of hesitation flickering in her eyes, but more so, encouragement. Her gaze met Huang Feipeng's, giving him a strange sense of comfort and hope. He knew that this relationship was not only a challenge for him, but also an exploration of his inner self.

As time went on, Huang Feipeng gradually found it increasingly difficult to maintain his former composure and control. He began to ponder her words more deeply, trying to understand his own true feelings. Each conversation with her was a profound exploration of his inner world. He began to realize that he was not an omnipotent overlord, but an ordinary person who needed genuine emotions.

Huang Feipeng's attitude towards her became complex and contradictory. Although he gradually accepted the challenges her presence brought, he still couldn't shake the deep-seated sense of urgency about time. He had always been known for his efficiency and control, believing that time was everything. However, his relationship with her felt like an endless, drawn-out conversation, leaving him confused and uneasy.

His office was still decorated in luxurious purple, but that luxury seemed to be losing its edge. Before her, all the glamour paled in comparison. He often sat on the purple sofa, his gaze wandering, his thoughts racing. Her words, her eyes, had left a deep imprint on his heart, yet they were also constantly tearing apart his accustomed world.

One evening, Huang Feipeng summoned her to his office, the atmosphere unusually heavy. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows. A vase of purple flowers sat on his desk, seemingly out of place. He picked up the vase, his fingertips lightly touching the purple blossoms, a complex emotion welling up within him.

“You know,” he began, a hint of weariness in his voice, “I’ve always felt that we’re wasting time. We have so much to do, and I can’t keep dragging this on.”