The next morning, several company CEOs personally visited Huiyao to invest in the AI medical project, and He Siyu received them himself.
By the time he finished, it was already eleven o'clock.
As soon as He Siyu stepped out of the conference room, Assistant Yan approached him.
"President He, Young Master Gu is here, waiting for you in your office."
"Mm." He acknowledged and headed straight for the elevator to go upstairs.
Assistant Yan was about to follow when Fang Han also emerged from the conference room and pulled him aside. "What's going on? Did he take the wrong medicine? He's like a completely different person today—so cheerful it's unsettling."
Assistant Yan chuckled awkwardly. "How would I know?"
"You don't know? Don't play dumb with me." Fang Han couldn't resist prying.
"Director Fang, I'm about to get married. You wouldn't want me to lose my job at this critical moment, would you?" Assistant Yan smiled.
Fang Han: "..."
With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.
He Siyu strode out and went straight to his office.
He pushed the door open to find Gu Xingchen inside, idly sipping tea.
"What brings you here?"
"My dad sent me. He's optimistic about your company's AI medical project and wants me to invest too."
Huiyao had held a product presentation the day before, and many in the industry were impressed, attracting another wave of investments.
He Siyu replied indifferently, "Fang Han is in charge of this."
"Ugh, dealing with him means jumping through hoops. It's such a hassle. With our friendship, can't you just cut me some slack?" Gu Xingchen grinned and leaned closer.
He Siyu tossed a document onto the table. "I'll have Assistant Yan draft a contract for you later."
Gu Xingchen froze. Since when was He Siyu this accommodating?!
He Siyu had already taken a seat in his executive chair. Gu Xingchen walked up to his desk and stared at him. "You're acting weird."
He Siyu remained calm. "How so?"
"Today, you went from being a vengeful ghost to a living human."
"..."
He Siyu shot him a cold look. "Find someone else for the investment."
"Wait, no! I was just joking!"
He Siyu ignored him and flipped through the documents.
Gu Xingchen pulled up a chair and sat across from him. "Seriously, you've been scowling for a month. Suddenly being this cheerful is downright terrifying."
Gu Xingchen stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes. "Did you get back together with her?"
He Siyu didn't look up, but a faint trace of amusement flickered across his face.
Gu Xingchen slammed the table and stood up. "I knew it! I knew it!"
What else could explain the sudden transformation of this brooding zombie who'd been gloomy for over a month?
He excitedly leaned in. "Was it my advice that worked?! Last time I suggested it, you brushed me off, but you actually tried it, didn't you? It worked, right? She fell for it, didn't she?!"
He Siyu replied flatly, "No."
Gu Xingchen was skeptical. "Then how did you reconcile?"
The corners of He Siyu's lips curled slightly. "She still likes me too much. She insisted on getting back together."
Gu Xingchen: ???
He continued leisurely, "I’m just naturally softhearted."
Gu Xingchen: ...
"Oh..."
Gu Xingchen swallowed his words, deciding not to press further—especially since he still needed He Siyu's help today.
He sat back down. "So when are you introducing her? I’m curious."
Just how incredible was this woman to have He Siyu wrapped around her finger?
"Later. She’s shy."
"..."
He Siyu suddenly looked up, his gaze icy. "If you dare spread my business around again..."
Gu Xingchen immediately raised four fingers. "I swear to heaven! This time, I won’t tell a soul!"
Just then, Assistant Yan knocked and entered. "President He, you asked for me?"
He Siyu tilted his chin. "Draft another investment contract."
Gu Xingchen grinned and stood up. "Thanks, man! I’ll treat you to dinner sometime!"
Assistant Yan gestured to Gu Xingchen. "Young Master Gu, this way."
"Sure thing."
Gu Xingchen followed Assistant Yan out.
The moment they left the office, Gu Xingchen slung an arm around Assistant Yan’s shoulders and whispered, "You’ve definitely met his girlfriend, right?"
As He Siyu’s personal assistant, Assistant Yan was practically at his beck and call—there was no way he didn’t know!
Assistant Yan: "..."
"Just tell me quietly. I promise I won’t spread it."
Assistant Yan smiled bitterly. "Young Master Gu, I’m about to get married. You wouldn’t want me to lose my job now, would you?"
Gu Xingchen clicked his tongue. "What’s there to fear? Worst case, you can be my assistant."
"But I’d like to stay alive."
"..."
He Siyu leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, and typed a message.
[What time do you finish work? I’ll pick you up.]
No reply yet. He checked the time—not even noon. She was probably still busy.
He set his phone down and casually opened a drawer. Spotting two packs of cigarettes inside, he tossed them into the trash.
Ten minutes later, Assistant Yan returned.
"President He, your coffee is here." Assistant Yan brought in the cup.
He Siyu glanced up and frowned. "Not needed."
Assistant Yan was taken aback. "Huh?"
The president always had a cup of coffee at noon to stay alert—had he misremembered?
He Siyu said calmly, "Switch it to milk tea."
Assistant Yan: ???
What the—?!
He paused for three seconds, swallowing his confusion, and nodded. "Understood."
He Siyu added, "Full sugar."
"Right..."
Assistant Yan stiffly walked out of the office, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
He was starting to wonder if his boss had been possessed.
Well, possession was still better than the gloomy mood from last month.
At six in the evening, Sang Ning stepped out of her company and immediately spotted the black Bentley parked by the roadside.
She walked over and got in.
"Next time, don’t park right at the entrance. Stop somewhere nearby. Your car is too eye-catching. Once or twice is fine, but if it’s frequent, people will notice."
"Mm." He agreed, then drove off.
Sang Ning blinked. He was being surprisingly agreeable now?
It felt a little unfamiliar.
"Are we going to eat?"
He replied casually, "Mm, I’m hungry."
Once the Bentley turned off the main street, he abruptly pulled over.
Sang Ning was puzzled and looked out the window. "Is there a restaurant here?"
This was near her office—she knew the area well. There weren’t any high-end places, just small eateries. She’d occasionally had lunch here with colleagues during her internship, but a pampered heir like him would never set foot in them.
She turned back to him in confusion, only for him to suddenly lean in, grip her chin, and kiss her.
"Mmph—"
Caught off guard, her lips were sealed. One hand cradled the back of her neck as he pried her mouth open, invading without restraint.
She was left breathless, her cheeks flushing, but with nowhere to escape, she could only let him have his way.
Five minutes later, he finally loosened his hold, putting just an inch between them. His darkened eyes locked onto hers as he asked in a low, rough voice, "Sweet?"
