Yang Wei

"Ch-Chen Qin, what are you doing here?" Yang Wei froze momentarily upon seeing Chen Qin.

"Isn't this my office?" Chen Qin replied before walking over to Ye Shuang and placing a cup of coffee beside him.

"Thanks."

Watching Ye Shuang occupy the main seat while Chen Qin sat beside him, both focused on the computer screen, Yang Wei stood rooted in place, utterly baffled by the scene.

Who the hell is this guy?

"President Yang, is there something you need?" Chen Qin finally asked, her tone cool. "Coming to the office so late without prior notice?"

Snapping out of his daze, Yang Wei forced a smile. "I just noticed the lights were on and thought I’d drop by to discuss some company matters. By the way, Chen Qin, who is this gentleman—"

"Ye Shuang," Ye Shuang interjected calmly.

Chen Qin nodded. "Yes, his name is Ye Shuang."

A beat of silence followed.

That’s it?

Yang Wei blinked, his expression morphing into one of utter confusion. Shouldn’t she at least give a proper introduction?

Being treated like air by both of them left Yang Wei with an indescribable discomfort. However, the name "Ye Shuang" rang a faint bell. After scrutinizing the man’s face, realization finally struck.

"Ah, President Ye! My apologies—I didn’t recognize you at first."

Yang Wei had actually met Ye Shuang before but had failed to place him initially. His smile turned strained as he continued, "I heard your little wife ran out on the wedding. With your skills, I’m sure you’ve smoothed things over by now?"

"Your devotion is quite the legend in our circles. Truly enviable. Any plans for another celebration soon?"

The moment the words left Yang Wei’s mouth, both Ye Shuang and Chen Qin looked up sharply.

"President Yang, if you have nothing important to discuss, please leave. We’re busy," Chen Qin said icily, her displeasure at Yang Wei’s veiled taunts evident.

She knew exactly what Yang Wei was trying to do—provoke Ye Shuang into losing his composure.

Glancing at Ye Shuang, she couldn’t help but worry.

"There will be a celebration," Ye Shuang replied, his expression unreadable as he kept his eyes on the computer. "But as Chen Qin said, if you’ve got nothing else, we have work to do."

The hardest blow to someone trying to provoke you is complete indifference.

Yang Wei’s face darkened at being so blatantly dismissed.

"Chen Qin, isn’t it inappropriate to let an outsider meddle in company affairs?" he pressed.

Chen Qin had already given Yang Wei more courtesy than he deserved. Now, her patience snapped. "My father himself welcomes Ye Shuang’s involvement. Do you have a problem with that, Yang Wei? Or do you think I should take orders from you now?!"

She dropped the formal title, her blunt words making Yang Wei’s face flush with humiliation. He forced another smile. "My mistake. I overstepped."

With Chen’s Father invoked as authority, Yang Wei didn’t dare push further. Even retired, the old man still held considerable sway in the company—Chen Qin was merely the successor.

After Yang Wei slunk away, silence returned to the office. Chen Qin exhaled and turned to Ye Shuang.

"Shuang, you okay?"

Ye Shuang glanced at her. "About what?"

"Yang Wei just now..."

Seeing her concerned expression, Ye Shuang chuckled. "You think a little provocation would make me lose my temper and start cursing like a street vendor?"

"People who can’t control their emotions will never amount to much." He tapped the monitor. "This proposal still needs adjustments."

Without missing a beat, he shifted back to business.

"Where...?"

Mid-discussion, Ye Shuang paused and added, "But keep an eye on Yang Wei—especially his dealings with other companies."

Misinterpreting his concern, Chen Qin reassured him, "Shuang, Yang Wei’s still useful to the company for now... But don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get back at him for you."

"That’s not what I meant," Ye Shuang clarified. "Check if he’s been in contact with Tianwei Group privately."

His implication was crystal clear. Chen Qin, sharp as ever, narrowed her eyes. "Where’d you get that intel?"

"You know my sources are reliable," Ye Shuang said casually. "You mentioned a possible mole in the company before, so I looked into it."

Chen Qin fell silent, processing this.

She trusted Ye Shuang completely. His specificity—naming Yang Wei and Tianwei Group—suggested he had solid evidence. Suddenly, she threw an arm around his neck, her lips curling into a grin. "Love you! You actually investigated this for me?"

He cares about me!

"Muah!"

Ye Shuang touched his cheek where her lipstick had left a mark, momentarily stunned. When he looked at her again, Chen Qin averted her gaze, feigning innocence.

"Focus on work first."

"Right."

...

Night deepened.

Ye Shuang continued reviewing proposals and reports while Chen Qin, exhausted, had dozed off at the desk. She’d intended to rest for just a few minutes but succumbed to sleep.

He didn’t wake her, working steadily to the rhythm of her soft breathing.

For matters he understood, he made decisions on Chen Qin’s behalf. For unfamiliar ones, he left concise notes summarizing key points, streamlining her workload.

Ye Shuang handled this effortlessly. His previous company, though smaller, had been far more chaotic—here, at least, competent staff existed. Chen Qin’s challenge was scale, requiring specialized departments for management.

By midnight, he set down his pen, organized the files, and locked the computer. Rising, he stretched.

Gazing at the sleeping Chen Qin, his hand hovered mid-air before he withdrew it.

"Goodnight," he mouthed silently, switching off the lights before leaving the office.