Chen Siyan: "What plan? Do you have the heavens helping you or something?"
Song Xinya: "Reject superstition—there's no such thing as the heavens, but there are angels."
Chen Siyan scoffed: "That's still superstition."
As someone who truly had his friends' backs, Chen Siyan didn't hesitate to come up with solutions for Song Xinya's problem.
"Here's the deal: I'm allergic to crawfish. Later, I'll order a whole platter of crawfish delivery, eat a ton of them, and then my face will swell up, I'll have trouble breathing, break out in hives all over, and turn from a handsome face into a puffy mess. When the ambulance takes me away, I'll hold Zhao Yinian's hand and beg her to come with me. As the person in charge of the company, she can't say no. While I'm supposedly hospitalized and at death's door, you can sneak into her office and copy the Sheng Tianjun files."
After hearing this, Song Xinya bowed to Chen Siyan: "You, sir, are a true hero!"
Chen Siyan grabbed his phone: "I'm ordering crawfish right now!"
Song Xinya snatched the phone and placed it on the table: "Calm down, Manager Chen. No need for such a big sacrifice."
Chen Siyan: "I don't think it's that big a deal."
Song Xinya: "If you go into anaphylactic shock and don't make it, you'll die."
Chen Siyan: "Okay, that's a bit much."
Song Xinya: "I have a better solution."
Chen Siyan: "What?"
Song Xinya: "I've got angels to help."
She picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message: [Sweetheart, are you free?]
Qin Yuhe: [Barring unforeseen circumstances, I'll be around for the next few decades.]
Song Xinya burst out laughing.
Her laughter was cheerful and bright. Chen Siyan, who had been working at his desk, was startled and turned to look at her: "Win the lottery or something?"
Song Xinya waved her hand and continued messaging Qin Yuhe: [Sweetheart, can you do me a favor?]
Qin Yuhe: [Do you really think I wouldn't help you?]
Song Xinya: [With the kind of bond we've got—frontline combat experience in bed—you'd better help me!]
Qin Yuhe smirked: [Glib tongue.]
Song Xinya: [It's a sweet, fragrant tongue. Every time you kiss me, you go at it so hard and can't get enough of my tongue for an hour.]
At that moment, Qin Yuhe was in a conference room, running a meeting with the bosses of various companies that had won bids. When he saw Song Xinya's message, his body stiffened.
His hand trembled on the table, knocking against his water glass. His watch clinked against the glass in a sharp sound that echoed through the silent meeting room.
All the bosses turned to look at Qin Yuhe in the center seat. What's up with President Qin? Why the reaction?
Everyone saw Qin Yuhe staring at his phone, typing on the screen.
Qin Yuhe had a deeply ingrained reputation as a meticulous, serious, and career-focused man, so even if he was casually chatting with his wife, everyone assumed he was working.
Their thoughts: President Qin, during the meeting, is glued to his phone—must be handling urgent and important business.
In reality, Qin Yuhe was messaging Song Xinya: [I miss your lips and tongue.]
Song Xinya sent a flirtatious emoji beckoning with a finger.
[Come here, come get a taste.]
If the conversation continued any longer, he'd be taking a cold shower again in broad daylight.
Qin Yuhe: [State your business.]
Song Xinya: [That's what I am saying—about coming over to taste your lips and tongue.]
Qin Yuhe: [...]
Song Xinya laughed again and stopped teasing His Majesty, Crown Prince Qin. She got down to business: [Any way to get Zhao Yinian out of the office for half an hour?]
Qin Yuhe: [Yes. Wait.]
Song Xinya put down her phone, sat up straight, placed her hands neatly on her knees, and waited quietly.
A minute later, Zhao Yinian rushed out of her office, looking panicked, dashing toward the company entrance as if her hair were on fire.
Chen Siyan stuck his neck out: "President Zhao, Song and I have something to discuss with you. Don't run off!"
Zhao Yinian: "Get out of my way! I'm in a hurry!"
Chen Siyan: "What's the rush?"
Zhao Yinian was stomping her foot in anxiety. Someone had reported her to the group headquarters for embezzling and taking bribes, and she was being summoned for investigation!
She had been at this company for years without any issues—why would anyone suddenly report her now!
Once Zhao Yinian left the company, Chen Siyan and Song Xinya exchanged a knowing look. They stood up in sync and headed to Zhao Yinian's office.
Opening the second shelf of her bookcase, they began searching for Sheng Tianjun's files.
Zhao Yinian had excellent organizational habits—every client's materials were in a separate folder, labeled with the client's name on the cover.
Thanks to this habit, Song Xinya effortlessly found Sheng Tianjun's materials.
She photocopied everything, then neatly returned the originals to the folder.
Chen Siyan: "It practically fell into our laps. This was way too smooth."
As the two headed out of Zhao Yinian's office, a man walked in from the opposite direction.
Song Xinya and Chen Siyan stopped sharply.
The man was the third-ranked performer in the company, who was competing with them for the Golden Instructor title.
Seeing Song Xinya and Chen Siyan, he looked equally surprised.
His eyes fell on the documents Song Xinya was holding. He understood.
"You two snuck in to steal client files while President Zhao's away."
Chen Siyan: "Steal? That's such an ugly word. For scholars, it's not stealing—it's appropriating."
Man: "Fine, you Confucian vagabond."
Chen Siyan: "And what are you here for?"
Man: "President Zhao is being investigated upstairs and asked me to grab some things for her."
Chen Siyan: "Go ahead, then. We won't stop you."
Song Xinya stepped aside to make way. The man went in.
When they returned to their desks, the man soon emerged with a stack of documents and left the office to find Zhao Yinian.
On the 38th floor, staff from four departments of the Qin Group—HR, Internal Audit, Legal, and the President's Office—were interrogating Zhao Yinian.
These four departments were the most powerful and authoritative in the entire group. Just one alone was intimidating; having all four present was overwhelming—like a mountain of pressure.
Zhao Yinian sat there stunned and terrified. "I want to know who reported me!"
The person was: President Qin.
Otherwise, why would they bring in such a big operation? Of course, no one from the four departments was telling her that—especially not with how scared they were.
President's Office: "You don't need to know who. Just cooperate fully with the investigation."
Zhao Yinian: "You've already questioned me for half an hour and found nothing. Do you need to keep going?"
President's Office: "Yes."
Zhao Yinian: "For what?"
The four departments thought: We have no idea.
President Qin said to investigate, so they investigated.
President Qin said to keep Zhao Yinian for an hour before letting her go, so they kept her for an hour.
What could have been done in ten minutes took them a full hour of dragging their feet.
Qin Yuhe worried that half an hour might not be enough for Song Xinya, so he stretched it to a full hour.
And so, Zhao Yinian spent that hour, trembling and terrified, thoroughly freaked out.
By the time he was let out, his clothes were soaked through with sweat.
Zhao Yinian returned to the eighth-floor office together with the man who ranked third in sales performance.
As soon as he walked in, Zhao Yinian looked at Song Xinya and Chen Siyan. "Did the two of you go into my office just now?"
Song Xinya and Chen Siyan glanced at the man. Had they been betrayed?
