Regarding this seemingly endlessly compatible junior, Ren Qian didn't think of it in any other light.
She simply attributed it to Lu Chenyuan's talent for recognizing and utilizing people effectively.
She never noticed,
that before every meeting, a cup of water at just the right temperature would always appear on her desk, right on time.
She also never noticed,
that every time she worked late into the night, Lin Yuan would always, seemingly inadvertently, drape his jacket over the back of her chair.
She noticed even less,
that the look in Lin Yuan's eyes when he gazed at her always held a kind of careful tenderness she had never quite deciphered.
And a hidden, profound admiration.
He watched her, radiant and spirited during meetings.
He watched her, delighted and overjoyed by a single word of affirmation from Lu Chenyuan.
He hid all his feelings behind those glasses.
Then, he would turn around and handle all the potential troubles for her.
...
That afternoon.
A girl, dressed to the nines, suddenly appeared at the company reception.
She was wearing the latest Chanel suit, carrying a Hermès handbag, and teetering on a pair of red-soled shoes with excessively high heels.
Every logo blatantly announced its price tag.
Her face was adorned with a full, meticulous makeup look, as if she were heading to a high-society gala, completely out of place in her surroundings.
This girl asked for Lin Yuan by name at the front desk.
Ren Qian happened to be walking out of a conference room with a stack of files and witnessed the scene.
"My name is Qian Shanshan. I'm your Director Lin's girlfriend."
The girl immediately introduced herself upon seeing Ren Qian.
She introduced herself proactively.
Especially when saying "your Director Lin," she deliberately emphasized the words.
She leaned forward slightly, intentionally letting Ren Qian get a clear look at the eye-catching logo on her handbag.
Her eyes, however, kept darting around, appraising this seemingly promising company.
She even took out her phone.
With the Dragon Abyss Technology reception as her backdrop, she unabashedly took several selfies as if no one else was around.
Then posted them on social media.
The look in her eyes wasn't that of someone looking at a company.
It was more like she was appraising a piece of luxury goods, something to show off.
Ren Qian was far too sharp.
With just one glance, she saw right through the calculating glint in this girl's eyes.
Lin Yuan soon emerged from his office.
Upon seeing Qian Shanshan, his normally capable and steady expression instantly became somewhat unnaturally stiff.
"What are you doing here?"
His voice carried a hint of reluctance to deal with personal matters at the office.
"I missed you!"
Qian Shanshan immediately stepped forward, exaggeratedly linking her arm with his and pressing herself against him.
"Come shopping with me at China World tonight, okay? I've got my eye on a new Bulgari necklace."
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the receptionist and passing employees to hear.
The boastfulness in her words was completely unconcealed.
"I... I have an important technical review meeting."
Lin Yuan looked somewhat awkwardly at Ren Qian.
"Just cancel it! Work, work, that's all you ever think about!"
Qian Shanshan immediately began putting on an act, coquettishly shaking his arm,
"I don't care, you have to come with me today!"
Ren Qian frowned.
She looked at Lin Yuan, entangled by Qian Shanshan, his face a mix of embarrassment and weariness.
That same Lin Yuan who was cool, meticulous, and unyielding at the negotiation table.
Now, he resembled a puppet being pulled along by its strings.
Ren Qian wanted to say something.
To give a hint to this junior who was incredibly astute at work but painfully oblivious in matters of the heart.
But the words reached her lips, and she swallowed them back.
Matters of the heart were not for outsiders to interfere with.
And besides...
Wasn't she herself deeply mired in her own one-sided affection for Lu Chenyuan, unable to extricate herself?
"Director Lin, you go ahead."
Ren Qian ultimately just resumed her business-like tone and said calmly.
"For the meeting later, let the project lead present first. You can review the minutes tomorrow."
"But..."
Lin Yuan was still hesitant, wanting to say something more.
But Qian Shanshan was already pulling him away, out of the company.
Ren Qian watched his somewhat disheveled retreating figure.
An inexplicable wave of irritation rose in her heart.
She shook her head, trying to dispel this strange feeling from her mind.
She had more important things to do.
She needed to help Lu Chenyuan conquer this new frontier.
She returned to her office and immersed herself in the endless work.
She was lost in this illusory happiness of burning herself out for Lu Chenyuan, automatically shutting out everything from the outside world.
Also shutting out that starlight that had always been silently guarding her by her side.
Dragon Abyss Technology was her new world.
Ren Qian's world was now reduced to Dragon Abyss Technology alone.
She was like a never-tiring engine.
Pouring all her drive into this newly born kingdom.
She was happy.
This happiness came from the heart.
Ten years.
For the first time in ten years, she felt she was standing on the same battlefield as Lu Chenyuan.
They were comrades-in-arms, fighting side by side, co-founders.
...
Another day, again at eleven o'clock at night.
The conference room was brightly lit.
The whiteboard was covered with dense analysis.
The core technical team had just adjourned.
Everyone was utterly exhausted.
Only Ren Qian, Lu Chenyuan, and Lin Yuan remained inside.
"The test data for the first-generation powertrain exceeded expectations."
Ren Qian's voice held a trace of excitement.
"But the cost is still too high. There's still a gap before mass production."
Lu Chenyuan looked at the whiteboard, silent for a long time.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table.
Ren Qian did not disturb him.
She knew he was thinking.
After a long while, Lu Chenyuan spoke,
"We need to change our approach."
"Step one, we don't build the car first. We become the top-tier, technology supplier."
Ren Qian's eyes instantly lit up.
"I understand."
She immediately had a new direction.
"You've worked hard."
Lu Chenyuan looked at her, his eyes holding the familiar appreciation he had for a capable subordinate.
Though it was an ordinary phrase, it meant more to Ren Qian than any reward.
She was indispensable to him.
That was enough.
Three days later.
Dragon Abyss Technology was besieged by public opinion.
Everyone believed "Boundless" was nothing but a scam.
Inside the company, morale was shaken.
Everyone was on edge.
Only Ren Qian remained composed and confident.
In her office, she watched the live stream of the press conference.
When Lu Chenyuan, accompanied by Lu Chenjin, walked onto the stage holding the World Runner-up trophy.
Ren Qian smiled, a proud and triumphant smile.
This was the man she followed.
He never explained.
He only used facts to crush everything.
Then, Mo Qingli took the stage.
Dragon Abyss Technology and the Mo Group jointly established "Boundless."
On the live stream, the comment section went wild.
Everyone was discussing how perfectly matched this golden couple was.
But Ren Qian only saw the perfect commercial strategy.
She even somewhat admired him.
Using the gossip of a marriage alliance to secure the Mo family's firmest support.
Turning the competitors' siege into the most magnificent debut for his new brand.
Brilliant, truly brilliant.
Mo Qingli.
In his eyes, she was probably also just a piece, the optimal choice.
A piece, beautiful, and powerful.

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”