The receptionist immediately sent a message in the employee group chat:
"I just saw the boss's girlfriend—oh my god, she's so beautiful and elegant! She and the boss are an absolutely perfect match!"
The employees of Tianmu Group were instantly buzzing with curiosity.
"Who is it? Who exactly is the boss's girlfriend? Where is she?"
"Do you have a photo?"
"Is this for real? Xiaoxiao, you’re not joking, are you?"
They frantically tagged the receptionist in the chat.
The receptionist replied: "I’m not entirely sure—it’s just my guess, but I think it’s highly likely. She’s with Director Lei Hui right now, heading to see the boss. No photos, I forgot to take one."
Besides, the woman had such an intimidating aura that she didn’t dare snap a picture anyway.
The staff: !!!
They needed to keep a close eye on this. Their boss was incredibly handsome and accomplished, and ever since they found out he had a girlfriend, they’d been dying to know what kind of woman could catch his eye. Whoever she was, she must be extraordinary.
"If you get any updates about the boss’s girlfriend, share them in the group!"
"Yeah, keep us posted!"
The employee chat was on fire.
Meanwhile, Lei Hui and Su Hua were walking together.
"Director Su," Lei Hui asked respectfully, "Our boss is currently in the meeting room. After he finishes with his guest, he’ll return to his office. Would you prefer to wait for him in his office, or should I take you to the meeting room?"
Su Hua casually asked, "Who is he meeting with?"
Lei Hui answered, "The second daughter of the Jiang family from Yundu—Jiang Yutong."
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
Jiang Yutong, huh?
She had seen her before—a strikingly beautiful woman with refined manners and grace. Rumor had it that Jiang Yutong remained single, never dating anyone, and had no boyfriend in sight.
That day, she had been particularly warm toward Lin Xuan.
Even though she was Lin Xuan’s cousin, relationships between cousins weren’t unheard of—and Jiang Yutong didn’t even know Lin Xuan’s true identity.
Su Hua subtly clenched her fists, her gaze darkening.
Lei Hui rubbed his arms and muttered, "Why does it suddenly feel so cold?"
Glancing at Su Hua, who was only wearing a fitted qipao, he asked, "Director Su, are you cold? Should I ask a secretary to fetch you a jacket?"
"No need," Su Hua replied with a faint smile.
Lei Hui frowned in confusion.
Why does Director Su seem so upset?
Just moments ago, when she arrived at the company, she had been in a good mood. What changed?
"Director Su, would you still like to go to the office, or—"
Before he could finish, Su Hua cut him off. "Take me to the meeting room. I’m going to see Lin Xuan."
This way, she could also get a look at Jiang Yutong.
"Understood, Director Su. This way, please." Lei Hui nodded respectfully, though he couldn’t shake the inexplicable tension in the air.
Trying to lighten the mood, he steered the conversation toward Lin Xuan.
I should help the boss score some points with Director Su, Lei Hui thought, stroking his chin.
"Director Su," he said with a smile, "Before you visited our company, none of us knew you and the boss were dating. But he often praised you in front of us—talked about how amazing you are."
"Oh, and sometimes he even murmurs your name in his sleep."
Of course, this was all made up.
He wouldn’t dare disturb the boss while he was sleeping, let alone hear him mutter Su Hua’s name. But if a little white lie could strengthen their relationship, why not?
The boss is a bit lacking in romance. To keep Director Su from ever losing interest, I’ve got to help him out in other ways.
"Hmm." Su Hua responded absentmindedly, though the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily.
Lei Hui frowned again.
Huh?
Why does it suddenly feel warm again?
Is the AC malfunctioning?
He made a mental note to have it checked—this constant switching between hot and cold couldn’t be good for anyone’s health.
Lei Hui continued, "Director Su, the boss is really handsome and capable. Plenty of young women in the company have a crush on him."
"Is that so?" Su Hua’s voice turned icy.
The air around her grew frigid once more.
Of course. Lin Xuan’s charm attracts too many admirers.
No matter where he went, women flocked to him.
I should just lock him away—then no one else could lay eyes on him.
The mere thought of other women fantasizing about Lin Xuan made Su Hua’s blood boil.
Inside the meeting room—
Achoo!
Achoo!
Lin Xuan sneezed several times in a row. Rubbing his nose, he muttered, "My nose is so itchy."
"Mr. Lin, are you alright?" Jiang Yutong asked, concerned. "Do you have a cold? Should I get you some medicine?"
"I’m fine," Lin Xuan shook his head. "Probably just someone bad-mouthing me behind my back."
He had plenty of enemies, after all.
Especially lately—Tianmu Group had suffered heavy losses because of him. The Lin family was probably cursing him to no end.
Meanwhile, Lei Hui, still standing near Su Hua, felt the temperature drop again.
He rubbed his arms.
Yep, the AC is definitely broken. Time for a replacement.
Still, he didn’t forget his mission to hype up the boss.
"These days, young women are quite bold. They’ve confessed to the boss before, but he always shuts them down immediately—tells them he has a girlfriend and that she’s the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world."
"Director Su, you can rest assured—the boss is a model of virtue. He never flirts or leads anyone on."
"I know." A trace of tenderness flickered in Su Hua’s eyes.
Lin Xuan only had eyes for her. Of course he’d reject anyone else.
Lei Hui muttered under his breath, "This AC is beyond repair—now it’s cold again."
Within just a minute or two, the temperature had shifted from cold to hot, then back to cold.
At this point, we might as well replace the whole system.
Lei Hui led Su Hua to the meeting room door.
"Director Su, the boss is inside with Miss Jiang. Please, go ahead."
He pulled the door open.
Inside the meeting room—
Jiang Yutong was about to confess something to Lin Xuan.
"Mr. Lin," she said warmly, "You’re such a kind and noble person."
Lin Xuan: "..."
Where did she get that idea from?
He was no saint.
Please don’t hand me a 'nice guy' card.
"You saved my grandfather twice," Jiang Yutong continued. "My sister, my grandfather, and I… we all think very highly of you."
Lin Xuan pressed a hand to his chest.
His heart was suddenly pounding—not from excitement, but from unease.
Damn it.
Something bad is about to happen.
Ugh, my stomach hurts. Guys, I’m calling it a day—only 2,000 words today.
I’m off to bed. Goodnight, everyone.
Thanks for the gifts from Qingwan-Xiao, Little Panda~, and the three ducklings from Beidi City.
Uu.

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