Special Assistant Dong quickly dialed the phone. After a few rings, the call connected.
The background on the other end was noisy and bustling.
“Madam, hello.” After turning on speaker mode, Special Assistant Dong greeted first.
Nan Yan: “Do you need something from me?”
“About the trending topic online, we’ve already handled it for Madam. Please check if there’s anything else you’re not satisfied with.”
Nan Yan’s tone sounded completely indifferent. “Alright, got it. Thanks.”
Special Assistant Dong: “……”
He secretly glanced at his boss’s expression—it was not pleasant.
Before he could say anything more, Nan Yan, as if in a hurry, urged: “Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up.”
“……No.”
Beep beep beep beep…
Special Assistant Dong: “……”
The boss’s face darkened even more.
Special Assistant Dong was still thinking of something to break the freezing atmosphere when new messages suddenly popped up on his phone.
It was from the front desk: “Special Assistant Dong, Madam seems to be here, but she’s sitting on the first floor. We’re not sure who she’s waiting for?”
The receptionist was uncertain because the real person was far more beautiful than the photos. She even secretly took a picture and sent it over.
After reading the message, Special Assistant Dong’s narrow eyes suddenly widened—this was like timely help from heaven.
He coughed lightly. “President Mo, Madam might actually have something to do.”
Mo Jinchuan was not foolish. Nan Yan’s phone call had been far too perfunctory.
What she said last night had already replayed in his mind the entire day.
It would not go away.
Clearly, this was the outcome he had wanted: two people staying out of each other’s way, living as a nominal couple for a year.
Yet he could not explain why he felt unsettled.
He felt that Nan Yan was toxic—she had already begun affecting his emotions.
Seeing his boss’s complicated expression, Special Assistant Dong did not dare continue rambling. He directly placed the phone in front of him. “Madam is downstairs at the company.”
A flash of surprise crossed Mo Jinchuan’s eyes, but it was quickly restrained.
“So your meaning is that she came personally to express her thanks?”
Special Assistant Dong: “……”
I didn’t say that. I don’t know either.
The way you two immortals interact is something I’ve never seen in my life.
He did not dare make assumptions. “President Mo, should I invite Madam upstairs?”
Mo Jinchuan replied flatly: “Mm.”
When Special Assistant Dong reached the door, Mo Jinchuan called him back.
“Forget it. Isn’t it already off work? It’s time to eat. Let’s go down directly.”
Special Assistant Dong: “……”
Since when have you been so proactive about meals?
Xia Zhizhi had just started her first day at the design department of Mo Corporation.
Her first day as a newcomer was not pleasant—she was targeted.
Although she already knew the plot in advance and was mentally prepared, being targeted on the first day still left her in a bad mood.
Regardless of how the plagiarism incident on the internet had been handled, Nan Yan’s reputation had still been affected. Employees in Mo Corporation would naturally side with their boss’s wife.
According to the original plot, Nan Yan, acting as the boss’s wife, used her authority to make the design department manager and colleagues make things difficult for her everywhere.
So on her very first day, as a newcomer, the manager had thrown a large stack of documents at her to organize, refusing to let her participate in design projects and only assigning her menial tasks.
For now, after joining Mo Corporation, and with her parents beginning to value her again, she had to achieve results as quickly as possible.
First, to establish herself in the company.
Second, working women were more attractive and could draw Mo Jinchuan’s attention—after all, an evenly matched love was the most appealing.
That empty-headed, jealous, foolish vase named Nan Yan would never catch Mo Jinchuan’s eye.
As Xia Zhizhi was thinking through her next steps, she walked absentmindedly toward the exit.
“Hi!”
A bright voice suddenly rang out.
A breathtakingly beautiful face appeared without warning in front of her, so close she could almost see the starlight in the other’s eyes.
Xia Zhizhi startled and instinctively stepped back, glaring at her. “Nan Yan, what are you trying to do again?”
Nan Yan looked innocent. “I just wanted to greet you. What are you thinking? I called you twice already and you didn’t hear me.”
Xia Zhizhi: “……Why are you greeting me for no reason?”
Nan Yan walked forward and directly hooked her arm. “How is it for no reason? Today is your first day at work—such a big occasion. Come on, I’m taking you to celebrate.”
Xia Zhizhi: “……”
This isn’t right.
This doesn’t match the plot.
Is this even in the script?
Shouldn’t Nan Yan be setting traps for her?
Xia Zhizhi tried to pull her arm away, but after two attempts, she still could not break free. She was half-dragged, half-pushed forward by Nan Yan, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Was she going to be kidnapped already? The story hadn’t even reached the ending yet.
Just then, Mo Jinchuan stepped out of the elevator and saw Nan Yan happily linking arms with someone else as they walked away.
Madam… Madam, where are you going?
Special Assistant Dong immediately broke into a cold sweat and quietly stepped aside.
His instincts told him the president was extremely dangerous right now.
Mo Jinchuan’s face darkened as he tugged at his perfectly arranged tie. “So this is what you meant by waiting downstairs for me? Expressing thanks in person?”
Special Assistant Dong felt wronged. He swore he had never said that.
But he did not dare defend himself—any explanation would only make things worse.
Mo Jinchuan closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his expression had returned to his usual calm and restraint.
“What did they mean by ‘plot’? And what is this about kidnapping and an ending?”
“???” Special Assistant Dong looked confused. “What plot? What kidnapping?”
“I’m asking you—or are you asking me……”
Mo Jinchuan suddenly stopped mid-sentence and turned to look at him. “You… didn’t hear what they said?”
Special Assistant Dong: “I heard them. They just said hello and talked about celebrating. There was no mention of any plot or kidnapping.”
Mo Jinchuan’s brows furrowed tightly.
But he was certain he had heard it—especially Xia Zhizhi’s voice.
Could it have been… an auditory hallucination?