The voice rang out suddenly, clear enough for everyone in the conference room to hear.
All eyes turned toward the source of the sound.
They saw a young woman sitting in the very last row—strikingly beautiful, with delicate features and a radiant presence.
Everyone was stunned.
Who was she?
Why didn’t they recognize her?
And most importantly, how dare she call the CEO by his full name like that?!
She was probably going to get thrown out!
Hearts collectively leapt into throats on her behalf.
The two who had just been gossiping about Shen Yihan nearly popped their eyes out.
When had this girl slipped in? Which department was she from?
Did she really think the CEO would stop just because she told him to?
No way.
And yet, the moment Shen Yihan heard that familiar but icy tone,
it was as if he’d been struck by lightning—rooted to the spot, not daring to move a muscle.
He turned around and saw the stunning girl in the back row, her expression frosty.
His heart plummeted, and his palm, clutching his phone, broke out in a cold sweat.
When Lin Mo smiled, she was dazzling, bright enough to melt snow and thaw ice.
But when her face turned cold, her beauty became sharp, almost intimidating.
The entire room watched in shock as the CEO actually froze in place.
Then, the girl stood up and began walking forward from the back row.
Not a soul dared to speak. All eyes were glued to her, breaths held.
Step by step, under the weight of their gazes, Lin Mo made her way to Shen Yihan.
The sheer force of her presence sent a chill down his spine—he was terrified, itching to bolt.
But pride kept him standing stiffly in place.
His left hand, however, betrayed his nerves as it fidgeted with the Buddhist prayer beads on his right wrist.
Lin Mo stopped in front of him, her cool gaze locking onto him.
She noticed him avoiding eye contact, his fingers nervously toying with the beads.
Her brow furrowed.
In the next second, she reached out and yanked the beads off his wrist.
The entire room gasped in unison.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy SHIT!
She just took the prayer beads off the "Buddha of Beijing’s elite circles"?!
The ultimate alpha female!
Jiang Tang’s pupils dilated, her heart in her throat for Lin Mo.
In such a formal setting, in front of all his subordinates—even if she was his sister, wouldn’t Shen Yihan be furious?
After all, men valued their pride more than their lives!
And those beads never left his body—he even slept with them on!
Yet, far from being angry, Shen Yihan exhaled in relief.
When Lin Mo reached for him, he’d braced himself for a public slap.
Even if she had hit him, he’d have had to stand there and take it.
Losing the beads was nothing in comparison.
The cool touch of the black beads in her palm steadied Lin Mo’s temper.
She reined in the urge to morph into an octopus and slap Shen Yihan into oblivion, settling for a sharp, "You hopeless romantic! Get back to your meeting!"
Obedience came as naturally as drinking water to Shen Yihan.
He turned back, but seeing his sister still standing, he gestured to the plush leather chair. "Sit here."
Then, to his secretary, "Get another chair."
The entire room: "…"
Wait, is this for real?
Lin Mo shot him a glare. "I’m not sitting there. I’ll stay in the back."
"The person in this seat should be capable and responsible. You don’t seem fit for it today—stand through the meeting!"
Shen Yihan’s lips twitched, but he lowered his head like a scolded child. "Okay."
The entire room: "…………"
This can’t be right.
All eyes remained fixed on Lin Mo.
Unfazed, she slid the black prayer beads onto her slender wrist.
Then, leaning on the table, she flashed the room a bright smile.
"Hello, everyone. I’m Lin Mo, your CEO’s sister. Yes, I know I look younger and prettier, but trust me, I’m older."
"Thank you all for your hard work over the years. My brother’s competence speaks for itself, but lately, he’s made some… questionable choices. Please bear with him."
"As a token of appreciation, I’ll be giving out two million in bonuses to everyone here. And if he acts up again—just call me. I’ll deal with him."
The room was stunned for a second…
Then erupted into thunderous applause.
Now THIS was a CEO’s sister!
She didn’t look older, but that authority? Undeniable.
Shen Yihan watched Lin Mo, motionless.
In this moment, she didn’t seem like an eighteen-year-old at all—she was poised, decisive, fearless.
The conference room lights haloed her, but their glow paled next to hers.
Suddenly, he understood how his fourteen-year-old sister had once convinced the company’s veterans not to defect to his uncle.
She had a power that commanded trust.
But she was only eighteen—an age meant for carefree romance and innocence.
Why had she become like this?
Because after their parents’ accident, she had to hold the family together.
She refused to let her three younger brothers be bullied. As the eldest, she forced herself to become their pillar.
Back when their parents were alive, she’d been the pampered princess of the household—
so delicate she needed someone to hand her a glass of water.
But after they were gone? She’d wielded a mop like a weapon and stayed up nights soothing her brothers to sleep before finally resting herself.
A sharp pang of guilt twisted in Shen Yihan’s chest, his hands clenching into fists.
What was he doing?
He was older now. He should be the one taking care of her!
Why was she still cleaning up his messes?
He was beyond ashamed.
This whole display? She was securing loyalty for him.
He knew some executives had been eyeing the exit. He just hadn’t acted yet.
And here she was, fixing it for him.
His nose stung. He wanted to slap himself.
Li Huanyu got hit by a car—what could he do? He wasn’t a doctor.
Shutting off his phone, Shen Yihan stood at attention like a soldier.
As the applause died down, Lin Mo added, "Oh, and the two million? That’s coming from your CEO’s account. I’m currently so broke my upstairs neighbors reported me for ‘constant suspicious jingling.’"
The room burst into laughter again.
Serious one moment, disarming the next—everyone was spellbound.
Where did one even pray to get a sister like this?
Lin Mo’s eyes curved into crescents. "I’ll leave you to your meeting now. Carry on!"
With that, she returned to the back row.
Shen Yihan stood through the entire session, while the managers presented with unusual enthusiasm.
Who wouldn’t want to impress the sister who threw around bonuses?
The company’s old-timers exchanged glances, still reeling.
This girl was Shen Yihan’s sister?
They could’ve sworn his only sister had died in a car crash years ago.
But the resemblance… it was uncanny.
The commanding presence in her speech today was almost identical to that of the fourteen-year-old girl from back then!
Even the name is the same!
What in the world is going on?
Am I dreaming?
One elder pinched the thigh of the elder next to him.
The neighboring elder winced in pain and retaliated with a kick.
Good—now both elders are certain this isn’t a dream!
