Oh, mystery solved.
So it was you, boss, who sent it.
Come to think of it, if it was the boss who sent it, that’s even worse.
How could anyone in this world dare to claim credit for the boss’s gesture?
He suddenly felt concerned about that male top star’s future.
In the dim light of the car, the man’s originally clear and moist eyes seemed tinged with the deep night outside.
“Have the trending topic taken down.”
“Yes, CEO Qi.”
Secretary Su immediately got to work upon receiving the order.
Qi Yan set down the documents, rubbing his temples with his long fingers, his eyes and brows carrying a hint of weariness.
Among the towering office buildings of Central, the newly completed Zhuo Jue Financial Tower flashed past his eyes. His phone, casually resting on the armrest, vibrated a few times.
He wasn’t particularly attached to his phone and usually had little time for chatting on WeChat.
88 unread messages.
Lan Kwai Fong USB Huo Yanzhi: 「Hey handsome, come out for a drink! None of these foreign girls caught your eye? How about I find you some authentic Hong Kong girls? Here, are these girls hot enough? [Image] [Image] [Image]…」
Qi Chen: 「Second brother, do you know Bei Anna? I want to pursue her. Can you help me arrange a meeting?」
CEO of Zhuo Jue Financial Wealth Management Department: 「Forwarded you a link: DMA products face collective pullback…」
「Congratulations, CEO Qi. Amid the market crash of small-cap stock indices and snowball product liquidations, our latest quantitative product has once again outperformed the market, maintaining positive returns. I’m already looking forward to my year-end bonus!」
Zhuo Jue Commercial Bank Credit Department: 「CEO Qi, here is the list of corporate loans approved today… Document.doc」
The man opened the document, and his gaze instantly turned frighteningly dark. He immediately called the head of the credit department.
Jiang Hao, a high-level employee with an annual salary exceeding a million, answered instantly in the early hours, speaking clearly: “What are your instructions, CEO Qi?”
“Who is responsible for the Zhao Rong Medical loan project?”
Jiang Hao replied cautiously, “It was approved by Director Lan.”
“Did I approve it?”
Jiang Hao’s heart tightened, sensing trouble. “Director Lan said a mere fifty million didn’t require your approval…”
“Immediately halt all loans to Zhao Rong Medical and recover all funds.”
Jiang Hao nodded repeatedly. “Yes, CEO Qi, I’ll take care of it right away!”
Qi Yan’s tone was icy: “Initiate legal proceedings. Sue Lan Yitian for abusing his position to facilitate loans to others, causing significant losses to the company.”
“The approval department failed in its review process, and the finance department was negligent in oversight. All relevant personnel are to be demoted, with a group-wide announcement as a warning.”
Jiang Hao broke out in a cold sweat, never expecting CEO Qi to escalate the matter to this extent.
“Once legal proceedings begin, Director Lan will be charged with economic crimes. But isn’t Director Lan your…”
Distant relative?
“Hmm, do you have an objection?”
Jiang Hao shuddered and hurriedly replied, “No, no, CEO Qi is wise!”
This was the decisive CEO Qi—even relatives were shown no leniency.
Zhao Rong Medical was an online medical company under the Gu family of Hong Kong. Gu Yingyu, chairman of the Gu family, sought investment and somehow managed to connect with Lan Yitian. Lan Yitian bypassed Qi Yan to grant loans to the Gu family—a move that was nothing short of digging his own grave!
Everyone in the entire group knew CEO Qi had always disliked the Gu family. Lan Yitian dared to defy CEO Qi by doing such a thing—he deserved to go to prison!
Jiang Hao didn’t dare say another word. After hanging up the phone, his hands were still trembling.
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After finishing his work, Qi Yan returned to his usual calm and dignified demeanor, lowering his gaze to look at his phone.
Scrolling down the screen, many messages were from unknown women without even saved contacts—harassment.
They might be some celebrity or model, perhaps some wealthy young lady. He never replied to these kinds of messages.
The remaining messages all came from someone whose WeChat name was “~biu Little Fairy biu~.”
Her profile picture was quite distinctive—a radiant beauty wearing a gilded crown, her face veiled with black gauze, full of Eastern mystique.
“Thank you, Second Master, for the late-night love delivery! Heart.jpg”
“Second Master, the things you ordered have arrived, but why haven’t the things I ordered been delivered yet?”
“Brother~”
“Buy me the new Tai phone, please.”
“I suspect my phone is broken.”
“Otherwise, why haven’t I been receiving your messages? Pout.jpg”
“It’s 11 PM now, sharing Jacky Cheung’s ‘Waiting for You Until My Heart Aches’ with you—it represents my current mood.”
“‘~biu Little Fairy biu~’ patted you.”
“Smiling emoji…”
“Speechless shrug.jpg”
“I have a friend who never replies to WeChat messages.”
The man curled his lips slightly and changed the contact name.
He always got a headache seeing WeChat names like this, followed by a string of colorful emojis.
Too flashy.
He tapped open the chatbox and typed a few words—”What did you order?”
Then he checked the time—12:15 AM.
His thumb rested against the metallic edge of the phone, but in the end, he didn’t press send.
The car headed straight for 53 Barker Road at the Peak.
That night, he, who rarely dreamed, had a dream.
In the dream, the beauty wearing the gilded crown sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hands and blinking at him.
“Brother, the things you ordered have arrived, but why haven’t the things I ordered been delivered yet?”
He asked her, “What did you order?”
She smiled slyly and suddenly leaned closer.
“I ordered a bowl of noodles.”
He asked again, “What kind of noodles? Aren’t you full?”
The next second, she got up from her seat and sat on his lap, her fair, delicate fingertip tracing circles over his heart through his white shirt.
“It’s the inside of your heart~”
The beauty’s soft, cooing tone was like spun cotton candy.
Sweet and cloying, thread by thread, it tangled around the tip of one’s heart.
Qi Yan woke from the dream and went to take a cold shower.
When he came out of the bathroom, his phone by the bed vibrated.
He wasn’t wearing glasses, his wet, messy short hair falling over his forehead, a departure from his usual cold and stern image—he looked much gentler overall.
Picking up the phone, there were several WeChat messages.
They were from Secretary Su, who had been surfing the internet at 5G speed all night for the sake of his love life.
“CEO Qi, Miss Wanqing has posted on Weibo again. [Image] [Image]…”
Qi Yan dried his hair and opened the Weibo screenshots sent by Secretary Su.
What greeted him were Wanqing’s Weibo replies that could infuriate netizens without compensation.
Wanqing V: “Eating too many fake rumors can easily cause diarrhea. What a coincidence—I heard you’re going live tomorrow? @Number One CP Shipper Online
Qi Yan put down his phone, his thin lips, still damp, curving into a faint smile.
Little girl.
She really is something.
Already learned how to bully people.