Lei Hui couldn't help but ask, "President Su, aren’t you going to review the contents of this contract?"
"No need. I trust you."
Su Hua picked up the pen beside her, ready to sign her name.
"Wait." Lei Hui stopped her. "President Su, regarding the collaboration between our two companies, shouldn’t we discuss the specifics further?"
"No need. I trust your company. You can handle all the execution details."
Su Hua signed the contract and even pressed her fingerprint onto it.
Lei Hui finally understood—President Su simply didn’t want to waste time negotiating the partnership.
She was here entirely for their boss.
He had thought President Su was someone who strictly separated work and personal matters, but apparently not.
Or perhaps, their boss was the only exception.
Her behavior only emphasized how important their boss was to her.
Good, very good.
A satisfied smile spread across Lei Hui’s face.
"General Manager Lei, now that the contract is settled, can you take me to see Xuan?" Su Hua asked.
"President Su, our boss is currently discussing a collaboration with someone. You can wait in the office," Lei Hui replied.
"Discussing a collaboration?"
Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously.
So, Xuan had brushed her aside to negotiate with someone else?
The air around her turned icy once again.
Lei Hui rubbed his arms, frowning.
Had the newly replaced air conditioning already broken down?
Su Hua smirked and asked, "Who is this person he’s negotiating with?"
Lei Hui already knew that Lin Xuan was also a member of the Jiang family—meaning he and Second Miss Jiang were cousins.
Surely there was no harm in telling President Su that their boss was in a meeting room with Second Miss Jiang discussing business.
Lei Hui answered, "President Su, it’s Second Miss Jiang."
Su Hua’s lips curled. "Jiang Yutong?"
"Yes," Lei Hui nodded. "Second Miss Jiang seemed in quite a hurry when she arrived. She must have urgent business with the boss."
"Is that so?" Su Hua’s eyes glinted with danger.
Hah.
So, she was trying to steal Xuan away?
Jiang Qing, observing Su Hua’s expression, silently lit a metaphorical candle for Lin Xuan in his heart.
Even though Jiang Yutong and Young Master Lin were cousins, that wouldn’t stop President Su from feeling jealous.
Not just Second Miss Jiang—even the chairman, President Su’s own grandfather, wasn’t spared from her jealousy.
Every time the former chairman spoke with Young Master Lin, President Su’s gaze turned terrifyingly cold.
"Where are they discussing this collaboration?" Su Hua demanded.
"On the seventh floor," Lei Hui answered.
Su Hua: "Take me there."
"Uh…" Lei Hui hesitated.
Su Hua’s frosty gaze pinned him in place. "Is there something I shouldn’t hear?"
"No, no, of course not," Lei Hui quickly shook his head.
President Su and their boss were in a relationship, soon to be married. What could possibly be off-limits to her?
Still, he had a gut feeling that taking President Su there would lead to trouble—hence his hesitation.
"In that case, let’s go." Su Hua strode ahead.
The entire way, Lei Hui shivered, goosebumps rising on his arms.
He couldn’t resist sending a message to the administrative department manager.
[What’s the current temperature setting for the AC?]
[Administrative Manager]: 23°C. Is there a problem, General Manager?
[Lei Hui]: The AC is broken. Send someone to fix it.
The administrative manager was baffled.
Broken?
It was working perfectly fine.
And it was brand new—how could it break so soon?
He couldn’t help but wonder why the general manager had insisted on replacing the central AC not long ago when it was functioning well…
The manager was at a loss but didn’t question it. Replacing the AC was a minor expense for the company, so if the general manager wanted it done, it would be done.
He immediately delegated the task.
A staff member asked curiously, "Manager, isn’t the AC working fine? And it was just replaced. Why change it again so soon?"
The administrative manager replied, "The general manager ordered it. We just follow instructions."
"Alright then," the staff member conceded.
In the meeting room.
Jiang Yutong’s eyes brightened when she saw Lin Xuan enter.
"Xiao Xuan, you’re here." She stood up eagerly to greet him.
Lin Xuan frowned, his tone cold and distant. "Second Miss Jiang, you can call me Mr. Lin or Lin Xuan. ‘Xiao Xuan’ is too familiar—we’re not that close."
He had no intention of acknowledging his ties to the Jiang family.
His life was fine as it was. Reconnecting with them would only bring unnecessary complications. There was no need for it.
Jiang Yutong’s heart ached at his aloofness.
If not for Lin Li’s attempt to impersonate him, Xiao Xuan might never have revealed that he was her real cousin.
But he had been deeply hurt by the Lin family.
Time would reveal true intentions.
If they treated him with sincerity, he would eventually see that they weren’t like those who had harmed him. Maybe then, he’d be willing to acknowledge them.
For now, they couldn’t afford to leave a bad impression.
"Alright then… Lin Xuan."
Jiang Yutong sat back down.
Lin Xuan took a seat across from her.
"Second Miss Jiang, what urgent matter brings you here today?" he asked calmly.
"It’s about this," Jiang Yutong began seriously. "Lin Qingwan has made a move against our newly launched skincare line."
Lin Xuan listened while leisurely sipping his tea.
Lin Qingwan’s tactics were predictable—nothing to worry about.
Jiang Yutong continued, "She had her team analyze the ingredients of our product. According to our insider in her company, they’ve already replicated the formula as of today."
Lin Xuan scoffed.
Lin Qingwan truly was Lin Chang’s daughter—both loved stealing others’ research.
But they’d picked the wrong opponent.
He specialized in making people reap what they sowed.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Yutong went on, "Lin Qingwan has already mass-produced the product and plans a major marketing push. She’s trying to beat us to the market."
(Note to readers: Planning to change the novel’s title soon—open to suggestions!)
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lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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