How to Recognize My Cousin

"Done," Lin Xuan said calmly.

The young staff member was stunned.

That was it? Done already?

The other employees in the office had witnessed Lin Xuan's skills before.

But even they couldn't help being shocked by his speed.

"He only took seven minutes—seven minutes! The boss figured out how to solve this computer issue, and for the next fifteen minutes, he didn’t even pause. That’s insane! Boss is literally my idol!"

"Do you think there are any mistakes in the code the boss wrote?" one employee couldn’t help but ask.

Another shook his head with certainty. "No way. The boss never does anything he’s not absolutely sure about."

"The boss is seriously my idol."

If only the boss would take on apprentices—learning from him would take one’s computer expertise to unimaginable heights.

But the boss was too lazy. He barely even showed up at the company, let alone agreed to mentor anyone.

Lin Xuan stood up from his chair. "Take a look. Does it work?"

"Alright, let me test it." The department head sat down in Lin Xuan’s seat and ran the code he had written.

Everyone in the room stared intently at the computer screen.

Please, please, let it work.

If this problem was solved, their game could finally move forward.

This was their company’s next big project after King of Glory—another massive hit in the making. They were all eager to see how it would perform after launch. They couldn’t afford to get stuck here.

Five minutes later.

Excitement erupted across the room.

"It actually worked! This is amazing!"

The young employee was utterly floored.

The boss had really solved a problem that had stumped them for so long—in such a short time.

Wasn’t that just… ridiculously impressive?

And the boss was only, what, twenty-two or twenty-three?

The young man’s gaze at Lin Xuan was now filled with admiration.

No wonder everyone praised the boss so much.

He wanted to sing his praises to the heavens too.

"Boss, you’re incredible," the employees gushed. "You solved it so fast!"

They had thought twenty minutes would already be impressive—but the boss had come up with the solution in just seven.

This was beyond anything they could’ve imagined.

Everyone in the room was in awe of Lin Xuan.

"Hm." Lin Xuan gave a faint nod, his expression unchanged.

At this point, he was used to the praise and admiration.

"Uncle Lei." Lin Xuan turned to Lei Hui. "I assume you have a pile of documents waiting for me?"

"Ah, yes, exactly." Lei Hui grinned.

He had prepared the files well in advance, just waiting for the boss to weigh in.

"Boss, how did you know I needed you to handle some documents?" Lei Hui asked curiously.

Lin Xuan shot him a look. "When have I ever come to the company without having to deal with paperwork?"

Lei Hui chuckled.

Fair point.

"Boss, I’ve already placed the files in your office. Take your time." Lei Hui bowed slightly.

"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded and strode toward his private office.

The programmers, meanwhile, were still huddled around the computer, studying Lin Xuan’s code.

"This is genius. I never would’ve thought of this approach. Without the boss stepping in, I’d probably still be stuck on it a month from now."

"Right? Who else could’ve figured this out? He’s a true computer prodigy."

The boss was just… magnetic.

If I were a woman, I swear I’d fall for him.

Meanwhile—

Lei Hui gestured to the stack of documents on the desk.

"Boss, this batch isn’t too heavy. You should be able to finish quickly."

Lin Xuan gave him a deadpan look. "Uncle Lei, you call this not too heavy?"

Lei Hui laughed. "It really isn’t! You’ll breeze through this in an hour."

"Fine, got it." Lin Xuan rubbed his temples. "Go on, leave me to it."

"Will do."

Lei Hui left the CEO’s office, humming cheerfully as he returned to his own workspace.

Meanwhile—

Lin Xuan took the documents and stepped into his personal space.

Time moved slower there, and he never felt fatigued.

Perfect for getting work done.

By the space’s clock, he finished the entire stack in two minutes.

He returned to his seat, then headed straight to the lounge, collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep.

---

Jiang Yutong had people keeping close watch on Skyveil Corporation.

She had no choice.

She didn’t know where Lin Xuan lived, and he hadn’t been to school. The only way to catch him was to have someone stake out the company.

The moment he showed up, she’d be notified.

At Jiangtong Company—

Jiang Yutong sat in her office when her secretary walked in.

"President Jiang, Lin Qingwan’s skincare line is selling like crazy. The reviews are overwhelmingly positive. She’s probably swamped these days."

"Hm." Jiang Yutong responded absently.

The secretary blinked. "Aren’t you worried?"

This was their competitor—selling products stolen from their own formulas.

Yet the president had done nothing. No countermeasures, no retaliation.

It was baffling.

Jiang Yutong wasn’t the type to just roll over.

Jiang Yutong smirked. "The more she sells, the better it is for us."

"Wait… what? How?" The secretary was utterly confused.

Jiang Yutong chuckled. "Just wait. You’ll see the show soon enough."

"Besides, we’re working with Lin Xuan now. Do you really think he’d let us get trampled?"

The secretary thought about Lin Xuan’s methods and immediately relaxed.

No one messed with him and got away with it.

Ever since that meeting at Skyveil, Jiang Yutong had been eerily calm.

She must have already worked out a plan with him.

Now, the secretary couldn’t help but look forward to Lin Qingwan’s downfall.

Lin Xuan had a grudge against the Lin family. He’d already bankrupted Starlight Group. Partnering with Jiang Yutong? Clearly, Lin Qingwan was next.

Her company wouldn’t escape unscathed either.

"Honestly, though…" Jiang Yutong sighed. "Lin Qingwan isn’t the problem. What’s really giving me a headache is figuring out how to reconnect with my own cousin."

It was impossible.

She couldn’t even find an opportunity to meet him.

Lin Xuan barely showed up at the company.

Her people couldn’t catch him no matter how long they waited.

That being said, Lin Xuan has been completely hands-off with the company, yet he somehow manages to keep his subordinates so loyal and even steers the company toward such success?

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