Top floor of the Qin Group, conference room.
The atmosphere was freezing and heavy. Every executive who stood up to report on their work felt like they were walking on thin ice, trembling with fear.
Everyone could tell that President Qin was in a bad mood today.
Because he just sat there with a face as cold as frost, motionless, like an ice sculpture.
The temperature in the conference room seemed to drop several degrees along with it.
In truth, although President Qin was not exactly approachable on a normal day, he had always controlled his emotions well and never let them show.
His state today was truly abnormal.
Who could possibly have the power to disrupt President Qin's aura?
The executives looked helplessly at the group's vice president: What is wrong with President Qin?
The vice president threw his hands up: I have no idea.
Every executive who reported their work was rewarded with President Qin's terse maxims:
Terrible.
Poor.
Redo.
By the end of the meeting, the executives were breaking out in cold sweats, feeling like half their lives had been drained away.
The conference room doors opened, and Qin Yuhe walked toward his office.
The vice president followed closely behind.
Walking ahead, Qin Yuhe suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The vice president nearly bumped into him and hastily stepped back. President Qin, what is it?
Qin Yuhe: I want to know about my sister's studies.
The vice president: I will make a call and have Zhao Yinian from the 8th floor come up.
The tip of his black leather shoe pivoted on the floor, drawing an arc. Qin Yuhe changed direction and headed toward the elevators.
No need. I will go to the 8th floor.
The vice president was astonished. Did President Qin really need to make a personal trip for something like this?
...
On the 8th floor, Song Xinya sat at her workstation. With her hand on the mouse, she faced the computer, reading through the company materials Chen Siyan had sent her.
Chen Siyan sat at the desk next to hers, occasionally leaning his head over. Do not rush, take your time. If there is anything you do not understand, just ask me.
Song Xinya: Thanks, but you have already said that ten times.
Chen Siyan: So why have you not asked me anything yet? If you do not ask, how can I show off my vast knowledge and look cool?
... Song Xinya turned to look at him, asking curiously, Manager Chen, are you not worried about failing to meet your performance targets?
Chen Siyan: I am a gold-medal lecturer. I have over two million followers on TikTok, all middle and high school students. Every time I do a live stream class, the registration is completely full. Not meeting my targets? That is impossible.
He boasted, Do you know why I am so popular with the students?
Song Xinya sincerely guessed, Because you teach well. You can explain every problem in a way that is easy to understand, and your teaching level is high.
Chen Siyan adjusted his collar with his fingers and brushed back the stray hairs on his forehead. Because I am incredibly handsome.
An imaginary crow flew over Song Xinya's head.
Seeing her say nothing, Chen Siyan asked, What is wrong? Do you not think I am handsome?
Qin Yuhe's face surfaced in Song Xinya's mind, dark hair, sharp eyebrows, cold white skin, and deep red lips, so good-looking it was almost striking.
Looking back at Chen Siyan, with the comparison in mind, she suddenly felt he was as bland as plain boiled water.
Song Xinya replied to Chen Siyan with two words: Passable.
Chen Siyan looked indignant. I am a famous male teacher with two million followers, and I drive an Audi A8!
Song Xinya: Still just passable.
Chen Siyan grew even more indignant. Who are you comparing me to that makes you think I am just passable?
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the doorway: President Qin!
Song Xinya paused. Qin Yuhe?
Chen Siyan waved his hand dismissively. Impossible! President Qin never visits our tiny, booger-sized branch company!
Leather shoes stepped onto the floor with a steady, cold rhythm. The sound of footsteps approached from a distance, and Qin Yuhe's figure appeared before everyone.
Chen Siyan's mouth dropped open into a giant O.
Seeing Qin Yuhe, Song Xinya also felt very surprised.
He was always so busy. Why would he suddenly come here?
The employees in the office put down what they were doing and stood up. Their eyes turned to Qin Yuhe with respect, adoration, and a touch of fear.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept across the hall and stopped on Song Xinya. He paused, then looked at Chen Siyan standing beside her.
Chen Siyan's body jolted. President Qin was not looking at anyone else, only him. He was about to hit the big time!
His heart bloomed with joy.
Qin Yuhe walked toward Song Xinya.
Chen Siyan thought he was walking toward him.
The hurried click of high heels sounded as Zhao Yinian ran out of her office. She stood opposite Qin Yuhe, her figure blocking Song Xinya.
President Qin! You are here! Why did you not let us know in advance so I could go receive you!
His line of sight blocked, a trace of displeasure flashed through Qin Yuhe's eyes.
Zhao Yinian: President Qin, there are too many people here. It is not convenient to talk. Please come to my office.
She said this partly because she wanted to be alone with Qin Yuhe, and partly to show off to the others that she had a closer relationship with President Qin.
Qin Yuhe's voice was icy. The work you are doing right now does not rise to the level of a commercial secret. There is nothing inconvenient about it. We will talk right here.
The excitement and showing off on Zhao Yinian's face fractured.
Qin Yuhe's gaze passed over her and landed behind her. Many new employees joined the group today. I have come to check on them.
A sudden suspicion arose in Zhao Yinian's heart. Could President Qin have come all the way down from the 38th floor to the 8th floor specifically to see Song Xinya?
She turned to look at Song Xinya, her gaze sweeping over her.
Song Xinya was wearing a red blouse paired with a black pencil skirt today. The collar was open, revealing a neck as elegant as porcelain. The hem was tucked into the high-waisted black skirt, and the tailored fit accentuated the curves of her waist and hips. Her skin was very pale, and her exposed arms, neck, and face looked like crystalline snow.
Vivid colors wrapped in a cold elegance, alluring and seductive.
Zhao Yinian cursed inwardly. Dressing up so beautifully, it was obvious she wanted to seduce men.
Vixen.
Then a wave of mockery washed over Zhao Yinian. Song Xinya had purposely worn such a flashy red today to attract men's attention, but she had miscalculated. President Qin disliked the color red the most.
Zhao Yinian glanced down at the white dress she was wearing. President Qin liked white the best.
Qin Yuhe did not even glance at Zhao Yinian. He bypassed her and walked over to Song Xinya's side.
He bent his finger and knocked on her desk. A crisp thump rang out.
How do you feel about the new company?
This company was his. How else could Song Xinya answer? Naturally, she said, It is pretty good.
Qin Yuhe shot a glance at Chen Siyan and asked, How are you getting along with your new colleagues?
This was his employee, and they were right in front of him. Song Xinya was not foolish enough to badmouth someone to their face. She replied, Very well.
Very well...
She was getting along very well with another man...
The air suddenly felt suffocating.
Qin Yuhe turned and left.
The vice president looked completely bewildered. Had President Qin not come to ask about his sister's studies? He had not even asked yet, and he was leaving?
Moreover, President Qin's mood seemed to have gotten even worse.
...
The morning's work was done, and it was time for lunch.
Chen Siyan enthusiastically called out to Song Xinya, Come on, let us go eat together. My treat.
Song Xinya saw the radiant expression on his face and asked, Is there some good news?
Chen Siyan said secretively, I feel like I am about to reach the pinnacle of my life.
Song Xinya: What do you mean by that?
"When President Qin came by today, he didn't look at anyone else but me," Chen Siyan said. "Even when he was talking to you, he made sure to glance my way. He must really like me!"
"I have a feeling President Qin is going to promote me very soon!"
"Song Xinya, you better cherish the days we spend together. Before long, I'll be getting a promotion, a raise, and a transfer to the group headquarters. I'll be President Qin's right-hand man!"
He urged her, "Come on, let's go. Hurry up and get some lunch with me."
Song Xinya's phone chimed as a new message popped up.
Qin Yuhe: [38th floor, my office, let's eat together]
Chen Siyan stood at the door, waving at Song Xinya. "What are you dawdling for? It's my treat, so why hesitate? Never turn down a free meal."
"Something suddenly came up," Song Xinya replied. "You go ahead first."
"Alright," Chen Siyan said. "We'll grab a bite together tomorrow then."
Waiting until everyone else in the company had left, Song Xinya stepped into the elevator and went up to the 38th floor.
She stood outside Qin Yuhe's office. Just as she pushed the door open, a strong arm reached out, gripped her wrist, and yanked her inside.
The office door shut. He was sitting on the sofa, and she tumbled right into his lap.
