"Is it a file issue or an equipment problem?" Sang Lu asked.
The staff member at the main control console tried opening the file again, but it still didn't work. Looking up, they answered:
"File issue. The backup USB drive we just brought can't be played either—it shows as corrupted as soon as we try to open it."
On the stage's large screen, other groups' promotional videos had already started playing.
Sang Lu tentatively suggested:
"How about letting me try to fix it?"
"You?" The staff member looked skeptical. "Can you really do it?"
Sang Lu replied decisively: "Worth a try. Better than just standing here helpless."
In the production industry, you had to know a bit of everything—from writing proposals to post-production editing and software operations. The knowledge required was particularly diverse.
This unexpected situation was something she'd never encountered before.
She could only try—no guarantees.
"Alright, give it a shot."
The staff member vacated the seat for her.
Rolling up her sleeves, Sang Lu sat down and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.
The crowd gathered around, waiting anxiously.
In the center of the VIP section.
Fang Assistant stood beside Feng Yan.
Glancing down absentmindedly, he froze for a moment.
The CEO was staring intently in one particular direction.
Feng Yan was typically stern and unapproachable, his frosty expression rarely revealing any emotion.
Yet now his gaze was steady, profound, and even... curious?
Fang Assistant found this remarkable and followed his boss's line of sight.
Then he froze again.
Wasn't that...?
The CEO's wife!?
He'd seen her months ago.
That time, he'd served as the driver, taking Feng Yan and his wife back to the family estate for dinner.
From what he remembered, the two hadn't exchanged a single word the entire trip, sitting as far apart as possible.
Rubbing his eyes, Fang Assistant looked again.
No mistake—it was definitely her.
His surprise only grew.
......
Time ticked by.
The expressions of those gathered around the control console gradually shifted from "Can she really do this?" to "Wait, she might actually pull it off!"
Finally, after ten minutes:
Sang Lu let out a long exhale.
"Whew—I think it'll play now."
The staff member's eyes widened as they repeatedly confirmed the file had indeed been repaired.
They couldn't help but exclaim: "That's amazing!"
Yu Xiaoke, who'd watched the whole process, gave a thumbs up:
"You're incredible, my dear Lu~"
Sang Lu wore a soft orange oversized sweater that made her fair skin glow, radiating youthful energy.
Yu Xiaoke couldn't help thinking: I'd love to know which lucky bastard married such an incredible woman like my Lu.
Faced with the praise, Sang Lu's eyes curved into crescents as she grinned.
Her smile was dazzling.
She didn't notice the gaze fixed on her from the side.
Fang Assistant's mind churned with shock and confusion.
Just three months ago, Feng Yan had looked at his wife with the same indifference he'd show a stranger.
What changed?
Had their relationship progressed this rapidly?
As Fang Assistant puzzled over this, he saw Sang Lu turn her head slightly and glance toward Feng Yan's direction.
She seemed momentarily startled upon seeing him.
Then, with the slightest lift of her chin—barely perceptible—she acknowledged him.
Almost like a greeting.
Before quickly looking away.
To Fang Assistant, this interaction was deeply intriguing.
Huh...?
She didn't even smile at her own husband?
That fleeting glance—
Almost as if... she didn't want anyone to know about their relationship.
Well then...
Were Feng Yan and his wife on good terms or not?
So hard to read.
Fang Assistant faced a professional crisis—the man who prided himself on reading his boss's every nuance now questioned his entire skillset.
After a long mental reboot, he consoled himself: At the very least, the CEO seems in good spirits today.
That much he could tell.
Otherwise, Feng Yan would never have stayed at this tedious investment conference for over half an hour.
Just as Fang Assistant had this thought, the aloof man beside him checked his watch, clearly preparing to leave.
Fang Assistant: "......"
At that moment, a woman approached.
She crouched slightly beside Feng Yan's seat and spoke unprompted:
"CEO Feng, I'm Guan Shiqing from the secretarial department, in charge of today's conference coordination.
Are you thirsty? There's warm tea in the lounge—I can bring you a cup.
Or is there any project you'd like me to explain in detail?"
Fang Assistant: ???
What kind of move was this?
"What are you doing? Does the secretarial department have so little work?" Keeping his voice low to avoid causing a scene, Fang Assistant reprimanded, "Since when do we need people approaching the CEO like this?"
Feng Yan never required direct assistance from secretaries at events—Fang Assistant alone handled everything. The department only needed to coordinate logistics beforehand. What was this sudden intrusion supposed to mean?
Did they think he was incompetent?
Under Fang Assistant's glare, Guan Shiqing's fingers twitched nervously, but she didn't retreat.
This was the man she'd admired and dreamed about for so long. She'd mustered all her courage to deliver this carefully rehearsed opening.
She'd reasoned that with a man like Feng Yan, dressing prettily would be pointless—she needed to demonstrate professional competence.
All she needed was one opportunity.
And this was it.
As long as Feng Yan gave her even the slightest opportunity, she would seize it firmly.
She held her breath, her expression cautious and tentative.
The man before her had barely heard a few words before he averted his gaze, his face betraying no emotion.
Guan Shiqing clenched her palms, her heart skipping a beat.
An invisible pressure seemed to loom over her.
Suddenly, Fang Assistant recognized her.
“Ah, it’s you.”
This was the same woman who had been lurking suspiciously outside Feng Yan’s office last time.
Once could be dismissed as a misunderstanding.
But a second time? There was no room for excuses.
Just as Fang Assistant was about to reprimand her sternly, he noticed Feng Yan straightening his cuff with a frown before standing up and striding away, his gaze as cold as ice.
“…” Guan Shiqing’s throat tightened. Despite the resentment churning inside her, she didn’t dare utter another word.
The sound of leather shoes against the carpet was nearly silent.
Yet each step felt like a heavy weight crushing Guan Shiqing’s heart.
She didn’t even have the courage to look up again.
……
The investment conference ended three hours later.
At one point, Sang Lu passed by the VIP section and noticed Feng Yan had already left.
She wasn’t surprised.
Director Wang had mentioned yesterday that Feng Yan had only agreed to stay for half an hour at the Station Chief’s request.
Perfect for her.
She had no intention of letting her colleagues know about their relationship. No awkward greetings, no forced interactions—just going their separate ways was ideal.
Sang Lu descended the venue steps, carrying two unopened bundles of promotional brochures.
Freeing one hand, she reached for her phone to call a ride home.
The early spring evening breeze carried a lingering chill.
As a gust of wind swept by, Sang Lu shivered slightly.
Then, she spotted a sharply dressed young man jogging toward her.
Her gaze shifted slightly.
The window of a black car parked nearby rolled down slowly.
When she saw the cold, unapproachable man inside—his demeanor so icy it felt like he had a few lives on his conscience—Sang Lu’s eyes widened in shock.
Before she could recover from her surprise, Fang Assistant had already taken the bags from her hands and said respectfully,
“Madam, please get in the car. I’ll take care of these for you.”
