A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

Bai Che pinched his chin, making pixel-level adjustments to the curve of the cartoon smiley face on the virtual screen.

For him, a smile that can heal the soul is as complex as designing a completely new energy matrix.

Just as he was immersed in this pure technological aesthetic, a discordant, continuous phone vibration abruptly dragged him out of that perfect world.

The sound came from the other end of the laboratory.

He frowned, somewhat displeased, and slid off the lift chair, passing through rows of quietly waiting server racks, and walked towards the "office area" he had temporarily allocated.

Then, he stopped.

The once spacious and tidy experimental area is now completely unrecognizable.

This place is no longer his technological sanctuary; instead, it resembles a ransacked startup office.

On a few makeshift tables, printed documents were piled up like mountains, each "mountain" covered with a different colored sticky note: [Legal Department Liaison], [Patent Application Materials], etc.

In the corner, the screens of three laptops were lit up simultaneously, with countless unread email notification icons crowding the corner of the screen.

Several mobile phones were set to silent mode, but they still stubbornly kept popping up on the desktop, with caller IDs flashing various unfamiliar company names and area codes.

Su Wanqing lay prone in the middle of this information ruin.

She was wearing the same white shirt as yesterday, but the sleeves were casually rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair arm. She was asleep, resting her head on her arm, her long, smooth black hair cascading down and obscuring half of her face.

Even in her sleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she slept very restlessly.

Bai Che's gaze fell on her face. That face, which was always aloof and proud, now showed obvious signs of fatigue. A faint bluish-black ring under her eyes ruined her original flawless appearance.

How long has she been working continuously?

The thought flashed through Bai Che's mind. Almost forty-eight hours had passed since the press conference ended.

trouble.

The word popped into his mind. But this time, it was followed by a strange emotion that he himself was unaware of.

This woman is burning herself out for his "Zero Boundary Technology".

She turned herself into a wall, blocking all the bullets aimed at him, the ones he was too lazy to deal with.

And he, this so-called chairman, did nothing but give her a "homework assignment" and a can of cola.

Bai Che stood quietly for a while without waking her up.

He turned and silently walked to the corner of the laboratory, where a huge white charging pod stood.

He raised his hand and tapped it lightly in the air.

hum~

The charging compartment door rose smoothly without making a sound. A round, chubby white figure slowly emerged from it.

It was Da Bai.

Its vinyl casing reflects a soft sheen under the light, and on the screen on its chest is a cute cartoon smiley face.

Bai Che put his index finger to his lips and made a silent "shh" gesture.

The smiley face on the screen immediately flickered and changed into a nod emoji indicating "received".

Bai Che gave it a silent command using mouth movements.

He pointed to Su Wanqing, who was lying on the table in the distance.

Scan her.

A faint red light flickered in Big White's round, black eyes. It took two chubby little legs and, with its unique, almost silent gait, moved silently, step by step, towards the office area overwhelmed by documents.

It stopped beside Su Wanqing, its huge white form casting shadows over her petite figure.

A soft red beam of light shot out from its eyes, like a thin veil, gently covering Su Wanqing's body, sweeping back and forth from head to toe.

A few seconds later, the scan ended.

The red light faded.

Da Bai turned around to face Bai Che and began to report in a soft, cute voice that he had deliberately turned down to the lowest level, almost a whisper.

"Vitality detected. Target: Su Wanqing."

"Analysis of scan results: The target suffered from severe sleep deprivation of more than 48 hours and high-intensity mental stress, resulting in tachycardia and significantly elevated cortisol levels."

"Nutritional intake analysis: The stomach residue contains only caffeine and a small amount of sugar, indicating a state of mild malnutrition. There is an electrolyte imbalance and a risk of dehydration."

"Comprehensive diagnosis: The target's bodily functions are at a high-risk level. Prolonged exposure to this condition will lead to severe endocrine system disorders, a sharp decline in immunity, and a very high probability of causing irreversible cardiovascular and cerebrovascular damage."

On the screen on Big White's chest, a line of bold red text appeared.

[Warning: Health condition continues to deteriorate]

It then provided treatment recommendations.

"Recommendation: Immediately replenish the target with a liquid diet containing high-quality protein and complex carbohydrates, and ensure that they get at least eight hours of undisturbed deep sleep."

Bai Che waved his hand.

The screen on Big White's chest immediately switched back to that healing smile, and then it took small, quick steps and quietly retreated to the charging case in the corner, entering standby mode.

Silence returned to the laboratory.

Only the cell phones on the table remained, still vibrating tirelessly.

Bai Che stood there, without saying a word.

Irreversible damage?

These words inexplicably tugged at his heartstrings.

This woman is working for him with her life on the line.

His "Zero Boundary Technology" is currently just a makeshift operation. If the only CEO dies suddenly, wouldn't countless troubles pile up on his own head?

No.

Absolutely not.

Her health is now a core asset of the company and must receive the highest level of protection.

Bai Che used this incredibly rational reason to convince himself.

Without further hesitation, he stepped to Su Wanqing's side.

He leaned down, and the faint, pleasant scent of her, a blend of shampoo and paper ink, filled his nostrils.

He reached out, one hand carefully slipping under her neck, the other firmly supporting her bent knees.

Then, he exerted a slight force on his arm.

The next second, the iron-fisted queen who commanded the world was easily and completely peeled away from that messy pile of documents by him.

She was very light, lighter than he could have imagined.

The person in his arms seemed to sense the suspension and shifted uneasily, their delicate brows furrowing even more as they uttered a soft, dreamlike murmur.

Bai Che paused, holding his breath.

He lowered his head, looking at her sleeping face so close to his, and pulled her even tighter into his arms, soothing her in a barely audible whisper.

"Shh~"

"Don't worry, your overtime pay has arrived."