The secretary remained silent.
There was nothing she could do about this.
Jiang Yutong sighed heavily.
Just then, her phone rang.
"Hello?" She listlessly held the phone to her ear.
"President Jiang."
A familiar voice sounded in her ear.
Jiang Yutong's eyes lit up.
Wasn't this the person she had sent to Tianmu Group to keep an eye on Little Xuan?
If he was calling her, did that mean he had news about Little Xuan?
"Well? Has Little Xuan gone to Tianmu Group?" Jiang Yutong asked eagerly.
"That's right," the man confirmed. "Young Master Lin has gone to the company."
Jiang Yutong's eyes sparkled.
Finally, she would get to see Little Xuan again.
"Take me to Tianmu Group," Jiang Yutong said quickly.
The secretary frowned. "But President Jiang, you have a meeting later."
"Move it to tomorrow," Jiang Yutong replied.
What was a meeting compared to seeing Little Xuan?
The secretary shook her head.
If Young Master Lin really was recognized by President Jiang as her cousin, she’d probably spoil him rotten.
Who would’ve thought President Jiang would turn out to be such a doting older cousin?
Honestly, the way President Jiang was so fixated on Young Master Lin—if she didn’t know they were cousins, she might’ve mistaken it for romantic obsession.
Jiang Yutong hurried to Tianmu Group and waited outside for Lin Xuan to appear.
She stared longingly at the entrance, ready to catch him when he left.
Since she had no work-related reason to approach him, she had to arrange a "chance" encounter.
"But President Jiang, you won’t catch him this way. Young Master Lin will probably leave through the underground garage or parking lot," the secretary pointed out.
"That makes sense," Jiang Yutong mused, stroking her chin.
"Then have someone sabotage his car so it can’t be fixed right away," she ordered.
The secretary gave Jiang Yutong a look.
Wasn’t that a bit too underhanded?
Still, it would work.
"Understood. I’ll arrange it immediately," the secretary nodded.
Another call came through on Jiang Yutong’s phone.
It was Liang Yilong.
"Yutong, would you like to grab dinner after work?" Liang Yilong asked warmly.
Jiang Yutong frowned. "I’m busy today. Let’s reschedule."
Liang Yilong’s expression darkened.
He had just gone to Jiangtong Corporation to see her, but the receptionist said she’d already left for the day.
And now she claimed she was busy?
Was she truly occupied, or was she avoiding him?
A cold glint flashed in Liang Yilong’s eyes.
Once he married Jiang Yutong and seized control of her assets, he’d make her pay for this disrespect.
A woman like her, so lacking in virtue—if not for her wealth, he wouldn’t spare her a second glance.
"If you’re busy now, we’ll arrange another time," he said smoothly, masking his irritation.
"Fine." Jiang Yutong hung up.
The secretary couldn’t help but ask, "President Jiang, do you actually like your boyfriend?"
Something about their relationship felt off.
Jiang Yutong shook her head. "No."
She had never met a man who truly captivated her.
No matter how handsome, none had ever stirred her heart.
The secretary frowned. "Then why stay with him?"
"Because he’s a suitable marriage candidate," Jiang Yutong replied.
As long as he treated her well, she would fulfill her role as a girlfriend—and eventually, a wife.
So far, Liang Yilong’s behavior had been satisfactory.
"But I get the feeling his intentions aren’t pure," the secretary said. "He doesn’t seem like a good person."
Jiang Yutong shrugged. "I think he’s fine."
"Then I must be mistaken," the secretary conceded.
Women’s intuition was supposed to be sharp, but hers had never been reliable.
This time was probably no different. After all, Liang Yilong did treat President Jiang well—on the surface.
"President Jiang, Young Master Lin likely won’t leave the company so soon. Why don’t you rest while I keep watch for him?" the secretary suggested.
"No, I’ll keep watching myself," Jiang Yutong insisted.
Only by seeing him with her own eyes could she be at ease.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingwan had stayed with Lin Li at the hospital for a while before leaving.
Memories of her past with Lin Xuan replayed in her mind.
Every time Little Xuan had been kind to her or given her gifts, she had scorned him.
She had wronged him so deeply.
This time, she had even suspected him of framing Li—but once again, she had misjudged him.
Her heart weighed heavy with guilt.
She wanted to find Little Xuan and apologize again.
But she didn’t know where he lived. How could she reach him?
Just then, two nurses passed by, chatting.
"Have you watched Raging Storm?"
"Yes! It’s amazing. Every drama from Tianmu Group is a masterpiece."
"I heard the original novel was written by Tianmu’s CEO. Rumor has it he’s a young man in his early twenties—so talented! Not only does he write bestsellers, but he’s also built Tianmu into such a powerhouse."
"If I could marry Tianmu’s CEO, I’d die happy."
"Dream on! A man like that—rich, handsome, successful—would never look at you. Besides, I heard he already has a girlfriend, some stunning beauty. No chance for us."
Lin Qingwan’s eyes lit up.
Tianmu Group!
That was it—she could find Little Xuan there.
An hour later, Lin Xuan finally woke up.
"Refreshing!" He stretched lazily.
Nothing beat a good nap.
As he stepped out of the lounge, Lei Hui knocked and entered.
"Boss, about those documents… have you finished reviewing them?" Lei Hui rubbed his hands together.
"Yes, all done," Lin Xuan nodded.
"Mind if I take them now?" Lei Hui’s eyes gleamed as he stared at the stack on the desk.
"Go ahead."
Lei Hui cradled the files like treasure and hurried out.
Lin Xuan checked the time.
It was past four—time to head home.
He went to start his car but frowned.
Why wouldn’t it move?
Lin Xuan called Butler Wang. "My car won’t start. Send someone to pick me up—I’m at Tianmu Group."
"Right away, Young Master Lin. Please wait."
Butler Wang had no pressing tasks, so he decided to fetch Lin Xuan himself.
The drive from Night Garden to the company took fifteen minutes.
Rather than waiting inside, Lin Xuan went to the entrance to meet the car.
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