The mysterious coffee and cake had disrupted Fei Chaichai's thoughts.
It wasn't until she was almost at the bus stop that she snapped back to reality and realized what the problem was.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was right in front of her—why was she going home? She should have turned around and gone straight back to continue her sleep-over plan!
Realizing she had almost made a terrible mistake, Fei Chaichai pulled herself back from the brink just in time.
She quickly pulled out her phone and, while walking back, flexibly sent Li Yuyuan a probing text message: 【Sorry about that, I misremembered—turns out the stove at home was already off. Are you still at the office? I'm heading back to find you now~ (～￣▽￣)～】
The bad news was that she never got a reply from Li Yuyuan.
The worse news was that she got a phone call from him instead.
The moment the ringtone suddenly blared, Fei Chaichai was so startled she nearly threw her phone away again.
In her eighteen years of life, she discovered for the first time that she—someone who had always preferred phone calls—actually had phone phobia.
The object of her fear was one specific person.
And it was all psychological trauma left over from the "trash incident" last time.
The problem was, this time she hadn't insulted Li Yuyuan, nor had she said anything wrong. Why was he calling again, making her all anxious?
Fei Chaichai couldn't figure out Li Yuyuan's intentions. She gnawed on her fingers, agonizing over her phone for a long time, her face scrunched up so tightly that it looked like she could squeeze bitter water out of her features.
She had spent so much effort just to secure a clean slate. If one phone call sent her back to square one, wouldn't that be a loss outweighing the gain?
At that thought, Fei Chaichai immediately squeezed her eyes shut, steeled her resolve, and pressed the answer button: "Hello…"
On the other end of the line, Li Yuyuan picked up the phone that had been sitting on the desk.
He held it in one hand, and while waiting for the dial tone to disappear, his fingers tapped lightly against the back of the phone in a lazy rhythm.
Until the girl's soft "hello" reached his ear.
She sounded listless—a stark contrast to the fighting spirit she had shown in her text message.
Li Yuyuan's fingertips paused. With a keen sense of self-awareness, he attributed her change in demeanor to himself and said with layered meaning, "Seems like you're not too eager to take my call."
"…Huh? Wh-Who said that?"
She had to admit—the "enemy's" voice was the best pick-me-up.
Fei Chaichai's sluggish brain snapped back to life in an instant. Her tone became resolute as she vehemently denied it: "You called, so you must be reminding me to be careful on my way back to find you, right? Why wouldn't I be eager to take your call!"
Without thinking twice, she assigned a meaning to this phone call based on what she wanted the outcome to be.
That way, even if Li Yuyuan wanted to reject her, he'd probably feel too embarrassed to do so.
So she boldly probed: "Are you still at the office?"
After she said this, the other end of the line went quiet for a moment.
Then, a breath of air brushed past her ear—light and indistinct, impossible to tell whether it was a laugh or just his exhale.
"The office."
For some reason, those two words caught Li Yuyuan's attention.
He repeated them with an unreadable tone, sounding as if something had just dawned on him, but his voice was cool and flat, more like mockery. He drawled slowly, "You come and go as you please. I thought you were treating my place like a little inn."
"…"
Damn.
So the real purpose of this call was to hold her accountable.
Though it made sense, really.
After all, what she had just done wasn't exactly considerate.
If Li Yuyuan didn't call her out on it, that would be the strange thing.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Fei Chaichai dropped her clever tricks and honestly admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to. I promise I won't be so impulsive next time. You're a magnanimous person—a great man doesn't hold grudges against small fry, your heart is as vast as the ocean—please just forgive me this once!"
She had regained her usual silver tongue, even making her apology sound flowery and extravagant.
But after Li Yuyuan heard it all, he neither responded nor offered any opinion. He just dragged out his tone and asked in return: "And then?"
"Huh?"
Fei Chaichai froze, blinking blankly as her brain failed to catch up. "And then what?"
Li Yuyuan: "Now that you're done with the flattery, why don't you tell me your compensation plan."
"…"
Fei Chaichai let out a dull "oh."
Right.
Having offended someone as petty as him, a simple apology wouldn't cut it. Even losing a layer of skin would count as getting off easy.
But she had never once guessed Li Yuyuan's thoughts correctly, so to save time, she went straight to asking him directly: "What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"
"Hm?"
This time, Fei Chaichai clearly heard a soft chuckle from the other end of the line.
When he spoke again, his usually steady voice carried a lingering trace of amusement, making his words sound all the more inscrutable. He asked her: "Are you sure you want me to come up with it?"
"Of course I'm sure."
What was there to even ask about?
Fei Chaichai hadn't thought anything was wrong at first, but being asked like that, she quickly became more cautious and said carefully, "What's wrong? You're not going to charge me separately again, are you?"
"No charge."
The clueless girl was walking right into the tiger's den of her own accord.
But Li Yuyuan didn't devour her bones and all. Instead, he was frank and upfront, laying out the pros and cons for her: "However, I doubt you can manage any of what I have in mind, and crying won't help when the time comes."
With that, he gave her a second chance to back out, confirming one last time: "Still want my help?"
"…"
Oh, right!
Fei Chaichai felt like she'd been doused with cold water, instantly snapping back to her senses. She shook her head repeatedly and refused: "No, no."
If she really handed over the right to punish her to Li Yuyuan, who knows what kind of twisted methods he'd come up with to torment her deliberately.
She was better off relying on herself.
The problem was, she didn't have anything on her that Li Yuyuan would even deem worthy. What could she offer as compensation?
Fei Chaichai racked her brains, starting to gnaw on her fingers again.
As she chewed, it suddenly hit her—hadn't Li Yuyuan just said he regretted not squeezing her dry? So she decisively used that as her opening and tentatively suggested, "Then I'll… accompany you one extra time, as compensation?"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
"…Two times?" Fei Chaichai upped the ante.
Still no response from the other end.
Fei Chaichai changed her strategy.
She stopped selling herself out and instead tried to persuade Li Yuyuan: "Oh come on, President Li, you're so smart. You'll definitely have plenty of chances to screw me over in the future. Why go for the kill in one go? These days everyone's all about sustainable development—where there's life, there's hope. Take my word for it, two times, plus the one you mentioned before, that's three total. Deal?"
The phone pressed against her ear was already starting to heat up.
But the girl's flair for drama kicked in again. She mimicked some big-boss accent she'd picked up from who knows where, trying to create an atmosphere of cutthroat business dealings, but it came off more like haggling at a seafood stall.
Li Yuyuan couldn't see her face; his gaze could only rest on the half-dried leaf on his desk.
As he listened, the straight, cold line of his lips softened in the dusk light.
"Hey, I heard you laugh!"
Fei Chaichai hadn't actually heard anything—she was purely framing him. She didn't give him a chance to argue and directly sealed the deal: "So it's settled then. I can come find you now, right?"
Outside the window, night was gradually falling.
Li Yuyuan glanced out, didn't quibble over her strong-arming the deal, but refused her request: "I'm not in the mood to put on a show of sleeping for you right now."
"Oh… fine."
Even if it was an excuse, Fei Chaichai accepted it.
After all, she'd shot herself in the foot by going back on her word first.
She gave up the offensive and settled for second best, asking, "Then when can I come find you?"
Li Yuyuan: "Another day."
Fei Chaichai: "?"
—We'll meet again when fate allows.
That was the last thing she'd said before leaving earlier.
How dare he plagiarize her answer.
Could it be that he'd picked up on the fact that she'd said it hoping she'd never have to see him again?
Fei Chaichai kicked a small stone out of her path, got a vague answer she didn't dare question further, and muttered to herself as she headed back toward the bus stop.
Li Yuyuan couldn't make out a single word, but it wasn't hard to guess the content from her indignant tone. He asked knowingly: "Not satisfied?"
"Satisfied." Fei Chaichai reacted on reflex, lying against her conscience. "Satisfied. Very satisfied."
"If you're satisfied, you can hang up now."
"…"
Wouldn't it be the same if he hung up?
Fei Chaichai found it a bit odd but did as she was told, mumbling a "bye" before ending the call.
The moment the call ended, her expression changed instantly.
Another day?
Hmph.
The brave enjoy the world first.
She wasn't going to passively wait around for Li Yuyuan's arrangements.
The next day.
Fei Chaichai timed it to her lunch break, hugged her pillow, and bravely stepped into 101 Zaoshu Street once again.
Unfortunately, the moment she walked through the company's main entrance, she hit her first obstacle—the access control.
Yesterday she'd followed behind Li Yuyuan and sailed through without a hitch. Today, facing it alone, she realized she needed to swipe a card or scan her face before even entering the elevator lobby.
Fei Chaichai was stopped at the turnstile, now at a loss.
She looked left and right, wondering if she could find someone to help, only to discover that the security guard was also watching her. He'd probably noticed her lingering and was about to come over and question her.
"…"
Fei Chaichai calmly looked away and had no choice but to pull out her phone to call in a favor.
Though, for something this trivial, she'd feel awkward bothering Qin Ling.
Better to just call Li Yuyuan.
Fei Chaichai quickly lowered her head to search through her contacts, unaware that in her movements, her profile happened to line up perfectly with the facial recognition camera above the turnstile.
She missed that moment, only suddenly hearing a "whoosh" sound, which startled her into looking up immediately.
What she saw—
The turnstile barrier that had been so "impartial and unyielding" just moments ago retracted inward, opening a clear path for her.
"Huh?" Fei Chaichai looked utterly bewildered.
Before her brain could catch up, her legs had already reflexively dashed inside, afraid that if she were even a step slower, she'd be blocked outside again.
But when she actually made it through the turnstile and stood in front of the elevator, a hint of unease crept into her heart.
There weren't many people in the elevator lobby at this hour.
In the spacious, quiet space, the dark gray marble floor was so polished it reflected like a mirror, with fine veins of varying thickness weaving and spreading in no discernible pattern—much like her inner state at this moment.
She wouldn't get arrested for barging into the company, would she?
Fei Chaichai inexplicably got a taste of what it felt like to be a thief, instinctively turning back to check on the security guard's movements, only to have her view blocked by a group of guys with their arms slung around each other's shoulders.
They were teasing and shoving one another as they walked toward the elevator lobby, one of them spinning a basketball on his fingertip, looking like they'd just finished a workout.
Fei Chaichai spotted the one familiar face among them at a glance and waved, calling out, "Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi!"
The moment the words left her mouth, Zhou Yi was the first to stop in his tracks.
Seeing this, the other three gradually came to a halt as well, following the sound of the voice.
As everyone knew, N.Found was renowned not only for its unmatched technology but also for a work environment that rivaled a monk's temple.
But now, a living, breathing young girl had actually made a rare appearance at the company.
She stood in the cold, hard-surfaced elevator lobby like a wildflower sprouting from a crack in a bluestone slab—delicate and airy, with a sweet, infectious smile that made onlookers feel as if they'd just popped a piece of candy into their mouths.
Zhuang Yan was the first to react, nudging Zhou Yi with his elbow. "Who's that? Who's that?"
Fang Cheng followed right after, scoffing, "Nice one, you've been secretly chatting up a girl behind our backs! And now she's come looking for you!"
Yu Fei went straight for the kill, wrapping his arm around Zhou Yi's neck from behind and adding a key piece of information: "And she's such a harmless little cutie too—are you even human?!"
Facing the three-pronged assault, Zhou Yi didn't flinch in the slightest.
He waved back at Fei Chaichai while replying to them, "I'll be sure to pass these words along to the boss, word for word."
Yu Fei: "What does the boss have to do with this?"
Zhou Yi: "Because she's the girl who dared to tell the boss to get lost."
"—Hiss!"
Three sharp intakes of breath sounded in unison.
Zhou Yi finished his introduction and followed up with a check-in: "Still cute?"
"…"
A little too cute, actually.
The three who'd been brimming with curiosity suddenly regarded Fei Chaichai with newfound respect—and kept their distance. They decisively abandoned Zhou Yi, quickly hopping onto the adjacent elevator and heading upstairs.
Fei Chaichai, still in the dark, saw this and let her smile fade slightly, her steps faltering as she asked in confusion, "Why did your friends all leave? Did I interrupt something?"
"No, no, they're just being weird. Ignore them… Hey, the elevator's here."
Soon, another elevator arrived.
Zhou Yi was closer to it.
As soon as the doors opened, he stepped in first and held the door with his hand.
But when Fei Chaichai saw it was the same No. 3 elevator from yesterday, she hurried over to warn him, "This elevator seemed to be broken yesterday… Huh?"
As she spoke, she suddenly noticed that the "9" on the floor panel was clearly lit up, and she was taken aback.
"Broken?" Zhou Yi was equally surprised to hear her warning.
He'd been out all day yesterday and wasn't at the company.
But he remembered that he hadn't received any notice about repairs to the No. 3 elevator, and when he'd scrolled through the 999+ messages in the group chat last night, no one had mentioned it either—they'd all been passionately discussing who on earth this girl was who'd dared to point at the boss's nose and curse at him.
"It really was broken yesterday." Fei Chaichai stepped inside and offered the evidence, "I pressed the eighteenth floor several times and nothing happened."
"Ah."
No wonder.
Zhou Yi found the reason and explained to her, "That's just how our company's elevators work. You can press any regular floor you want, but the button for the eighteenth floor only responds when it recognizes my boss's fingerprint. If someone doesn't have the clearance, it won't light up—"
As Fei Chaichai listened to Zhou Yi, she reached out to press the floor button.
By the time she caught the key point, her finger had already pressed "18."
The button lit up.
"…"
Zhou Yi stared at Fei Chaichai in shock.
Fei Chaichai stared down at her own finger in shock, never expecting that the eighteenth floor was some kind of "restricted zone," and even more so, never expecting that she'd actually managed to light it up this time.
Looks like this elevator really was broken today.
Fei Chaichai quickly pressed and held the button to cancel the floor, then couldn't help but fret, "Hasn't your company's equipment been due for maintenance for a while now? The second turnstile on the right in the lobby just now opened on its own too. You should put in a repair request for that as well."
"…Will do."
Although Zhou Yi had his doubts about the issues Fei Chaichai had pointed out, he still accepted her kind gesture, and took the opportunity to ask about her purpose here: "Are you here to see my boss? Then you can just come up to the ninth floor with me—he should be in a meeting right now."
"Ah…"
He's in a meeting.
Then when would he have time for a nap?
Fei Chaichai tightened her arms around the pillow, and while feeling disappointed, she very naturally pivoted to a new topic: "So your boss's brother, Dean Yan Ci—does he come to your company often?"
Zhou Yi thought for a moment. "Almost never."
"Then how do you know him?" Fei Chaichai asked, puzzled.
Zhou Yi: "A lot of people at our company have pets, so whenever we have free time, we go volunteer at Yan Ci-ge's pet hospital. Over time, we just got to know him."
"!"
So all it took was going back and forth to get familiar with Number 108!
A lightbulb suddenly went off in Fei Chaichai's head.
She immediately opened up her thinking, twirling her two index fingers around each other, and confessed to Zhou Yi: "Um, to be honest, I actually really enjoy being around animals too. If there are any similar activities in the future, could you let me tag along?"
"Of course." Zhou Yi answered without hesitation.
"Hehehe, thank you!" Fei Chaichai was so happy she couldn't stop grinning, already planning to seat Zhou Yi at the head table at her future wedding.
After exchanging WeChat with him, she asked again: "So does Dean Yan Ci have a girlfriend?"
Zhou Yi was taken aback. "Huh?"
"Huh?" Fei Chaichai echoed like a parrot, equally stunned.
When she realized she'd done something stupid again, she slapped herself on the mouth.
Why did this damn mouth of hers keep blurting out her inner thoughts without getting the brain's permission first!
Luckily, the person standing in front of her was Zhou Yi.
The only person in the world she could actually fool.
"You see, lack of sleep really does affect one's mental state."
Fei Chaichai glossed over her mistake with a single sentence, then made something up on the spot: "Actually, what I meant to ask was—with twins like that dating, do you think their girlfriends would ever have trouble telling which brother is which?"
She forcefully steered the conversation back on track.
But after hearing that, Zhou Yi's confusion only grew, and he continued looking blank. "Huh?"
Fei Chaichai: "?"
Why was he still saying "huh"?
Had her flawless roundabout questioning revealed some other flaw?
Fei Chaichai scratched her head, not knowing where the problem was, and simply gave up on this line of questioning: "Never mind, never mind. Just pretend I'm talking in my sleep."
Anyway, she now had a new channel to get up close with Number 108, and there would be plenty of opportunities to learn more in person later. No need to rush this moment.
As soon as she finished speaking, the steadily rising elevator came to a stop on the ninth floor.
Fei Chaichai stepped out looking refreshed, her mood completely unaffected.
But she hadn't taken two steps when another crisp "ding" came from beside her, catching her attention.
She instinctively turned her head for a glance.
The arrival light on the elevator directly opposite lit up.
The doors slid open slowly to both sides, like the curtain rising on a grand performance.
Behind it was packed with quite a few people, but they all faded into blurry silhouettes—except for one.
He towered a full head above the rest, and even standing at the very back of the crowd, his dark, indifferent features still came clearly into her view, firmly occupying the center of her vision.
He had been looking down slightly, listening to the person beside him speak.
But at some moment, as if sensing something, he suddenly lifted his eyes, cutting through the layers of figures, and looked straight at her.
The instant their eyes met, Fei Chaichai's smug expression froze solid. On reflex, she turned her back to him, dodging his gaze.
The next second, she realized she was overreacting.
There was no way Li Yuyuan could have heard her conversation with Zhou Yi in the elevator, let alone know that she'd asked Zhou Yi about Number 108. Why was she feeling guilty? It only made her look more suspicious.
With that thought, Fei Chaichai quickly turned back around, afraid of making things worse.
The elevator doors across from her had fully opened.
The people inside filed out one by one—all men, without exception.
Though their ages varied, every single one of them was carrying a laptop. As they passed by her, they cast curious or appraising glances her way.
Fei Chaichai immediately put on a proper smile, nodding and waving at each of them in response, like she was hosting her own fan meet-and-greet.
But before long, her vision suddenly went dark.
She looked up.
"Big Fish" was standing right in front of her, blocking her way. His gaze was as calm and indifferent as ever, but he stared down at her without blinking, as if asking her: Had fun?
"…"
Fei Chaichai quickly assessed the situation, widened her smile, and greeted "Big Fish": "Oh my, what a coincidence. Zhou Yi said you were in a meeting—didn't expect to run into you here. Have you eaten yet?"
That last part was pure pleasantry.
So Li Yuyuan didn't bother answering her seriously either, brushing it off with a flat remark: "I'm full just looking at you."
"???"
How rude!
If it were anyone else, she'd think they had great taste, complimenting her as being beautiful enough to feast on.
But when those words came from Li Yuyuan, there was no question—he was definitely insulting her!
Fei Chaichai's face changed in an instant.
She glared coldly at the man before her, her brows furrowed in anger, but knowing she needed something from him at the moment, she couldn't snap back—she had to outsmart him instead. So she extended her palm toward him and declared with righteous indignation, "Well, then you've taken advantage of me, so you'll have to pay for my meal."
The moment those words left her mouth, the entire group that had been striding forward with great momentum suddenly shifted to short, hurried steps, the more they listened, the more familiar that voice sounded.
If the tone were any fiercer and the wording any bolder, it would be almost exactly like the young woman in the lobby last night.
The changes in the outside world didn't divert Li Yuyuan's attention.
He shifted his gaze slightly, landing on the hand demanding payment for the meal.
A fair, tender palm was held open facing upward, four fingers slightly curled and pressed together. It wasn't particularly patient—when a second passed without his response, the hand hooked upward a few times, urging him to hurry up.
Fei Chaichai had already worked out her perfect plan.
If Li Yuyuan couldn't pay the "meal money" within three seconds, she would immediately seize the opportunity to make other demands.
But fate had other ideas.
Just as she was happily daydreaming, her palm suddenly felt a slight weight as a cigarette box was placed on it.
It was the exact same brand Li Yuyuan had picked up at the convenience store last time.
"…What are you giving me this for?" Fei Chaichai was utterly bewildered, having no idea how Li Yuyuan had interpreted the words "meal money."
Could it be that he thought of her as a fellow smoker and planned to use cigarettes to pay for the meal?
Fei Chaichai's dignity had been severely insulted.
She was about to solemnly clarify when Li Yuyuan spoke again, his tone extremely casual as he slightly lifted his chin and gestured: "The trash can is behind you. Mind throwing it away?"
"…………"
Fine.
So he hadn't mistaken her for a fellow smoker—he'd mistaken her for a ser—vant!
The ordered-about Fei Chaichai fell silent, glaring intently at Li Yuyuan while fiercely clenching her fingers, as if what she was about to crush into powder wasn't the cigarette box but his skull.
But halfway through the motion, a sharp sting suddenly shot through her palm, like something pointed had poked her.
She was forced to stop and check what had happened.
The cigarette box had been slightly deformed by her grip, and the card pressed beneath it had revealed a corner—black with a dark pattern, not a single word written on it. She couldn't tell what kind of junk it was.
"Do I need to throw this away too?" Fei Chaichai asked crossly, seemingly having temporarily accepted her new identity as "servant."
Li Yuyuan's lips lifted slightly, his expression barely changing, as he said slowly: "It's your meal money. Do with it as you please."
Huh?
Meal money?
At those words, Fei Chaichai immediately regarded the thin card with new respect. Forgetting her anger, she unhesitatingly tossed away the cigarette box, freed up both hands, and pinched the card between them, flipping it over and over to study it.
But after studying it for a long while, she still couldn't figure it out, and asked curiously: "What kind of card is this?"
Li Yuyuan: "A meal card."
"…………"
Fine.
Guess that counts as tit for tat.
Having figured out the card's true identity, Fei Chaichai didn't return it. She reluctantly accepted it, stuffed it into her pocket, and shot Zhou Yi a meaningful look, deciding that tonight she would treat everyone in the company cafeteria and splurge lavishly.
So she followed up with the most crucial question: "This card doesn't have a spending limit, right? I can swipe it freely in the cafeteria?"
Li Yuyuan couldn't bear to disappoint her expectations, but he truly couldn't help, and regretfully said: "Never been a food bucket myself, so I'm not too sure."
"Food… food bucket?"
At first, Fei Chaichai didn't understand.
But when she realized it was a jab at how much she ate, she drew in a deep breath and roared: "LI! YU! YUAN!"
The familiar thunderous shout rang out, eliminating the remaining 1% of uncertainty in everyone's minds and confirming her identity 100%.
It was her, it was her, it was her—yesterday's "firecracker," the little squirt.
Now everyone outright stopped walking, standing in place with ears pricked up, paying attention to what was happening behind them.
Just then, the crowd of onlookers gained another formidable member—Qin Ling.
He came out of the meeting room and was about to ask why everyone was crammed in the hallway when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, he said in surprise: "Hey, Chaichai, what are you doing here?"
At the sound of his voice, Fei Chaichai's world lit up.
Her lonely, drifting heart found its anchor. With a face crumpled in misery, she decisively abandoned the dark for the light, walked over to throw herself on Qin Ling's mercy, and gestured wildly while chattering away at length.
Qin Ling didn't understand a single word.
But he genuinely felt Fei Chaichai's emotions and first soothed her: "Don't be mad, don't be mad. Getting angry over a shameless person isn't worth ruining your health over."
These words struck a chord with Fei Chaichai.
She nodded in deep agreement, immediately turned to make a face at Li Yuyuan, shaking her head smugly in silent provocation: Hear that? He said you're shameless.
The young woman had found her backing, ran off to a safe distance, and used it as a banner to rally everyone against the common enemy.
This cocky demeanor was indeed a rare sight.
Li Yuyuan said nothing, merely tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched her provocations in silence.
He appeared completely harmless, yet his eyes were dark and deep like an ocean—the more unfathomable, the more danger lurked beneath.
Fei Chaichai's arrogant flame instantly wilted by half.
She silently averted her gaze, cutting off their eye contact, and heard Qin Ling ask curiously: "But why are you carrying a pillow around?"
At that, Fei Chaichai snapped back to reality: "Oh, this… "
Just as she was about to answer, a cold and sharp aura crept over from behind her, like a dense fog, sealing off all her thoughts.
The next moment, an arm wrapped in dark ink-like tattoos suddenly intruded into the corner of her vision.
Fei Chaichai immediately held her breath and stilled.
She thought Li Yuyuan was about to cause trouble again.
But his footsteps didn't pause. Only as he brushed past her did his thin lips part slightly—whether to answer Qin Ling on her behalf or to speak to her, it was unclear—his voice lazy and indifferent as he uttered, "Came to sleep with me."
Fei Chaichai: "??"
The crowd, having just gotten a juicy piece of gossip: "!!"
Qin Ling, who was still waiting to pile on Li Yuyuan: "?!?!"