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

That light, comforting whisper failed to pull Su Wanqing back from the abyss of exhaustion.

But the sudden feeling of weightlessness and suspension instantly shattered all her psychological defenses.

This is a fear that stems from instinct, an extreme resistance to losing control.

Su Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes.

There were no familiar piles of files or cold desktops in sight, only a warm chest belonging to a male body right in front of him.

The cotton texture of the cheap T-shirt, the faint, refreshing scent of metal and flux emanating from him, and the steady, powerful heartbeat, all were transmitted without reservation through the thin fabric.

Her brain went blank for 0.3 seconds.

Immediately, she stiffly raised her neck and moved her gaze upwards.

An enlarged, handsome face suddenly appeared before her eyes.

He was looking down at himself, his usually languid eyes now reflecting the dim light of the laboratory, his focus almost excessive.

Boom~

A surge of scalding heat burst forth from her tailbone, rushing down her spine to the top of her head.

Her cheeks, her ears, her neck were instantly burned bright red.

A scream was stuck in his throat, turning into a short gasp.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Her voice trembled violently with shame and indignation, completely losing its usual calm and authority.

"Put me down!"

She began to struggle violently, pounding and pushing with her hands and feet, but that little bit of strength was no different from a cat kneading for Bai Che, who spent most of his time in the laboratory fiddling with heavy equipment.

Bai Che was almost thrown off his grip by her sudden resistance.

trouble.

This woman is even more unreliable than a servo motor.

He instinctively tightened his arms, locking that soft yet unruly body more firmly in his embrace, rendering all her struggles futile.

This action brought the two of them even closer together.

Su Wanqing could clearly feel the power of his arm muscles tensing instantly, and that strong, irresistible masculine aura completely enveloped her.

Her struggle came to an abrupt halt, and she froze completely.

Bai Che ignored the CEO who had instantly turned into a stone statue in his arms, and simply declared in his usual straightforward tone, as if stating a physics formula, leaving no room for argument.

"President Su, don't move."

"I've calculated it. Given your current physical condition, if you don't force yourself to rest, the probability of sudden death within three days is as high as 73.4%."

He paused, then added in a more serious, declarative sentence.

"If Zero Boundary Technology's only CEO dies in the line of duty, the company will go bankrupt."

Su Wanqing: "..."

Her brain was once again overwhelmed by this absurd logic.

Bankrupt?

His concern was that the company would go bankrupt?

So, his current actions are not being thuggish, but rather... a rescue of the company's core assets?

A wave of absurd shame and indignation left her without even the strength to curse.

Bai Che carried her and walked steadily through rows of server racks flashing with a ghostly blue indicator light, heading towards the deepest corner of the laboratory.

There, on a cot, was a cot he sometimes used to nap when he stayed up late.

He bent down and carefully tried to put the person in his arms onto the bed.

Perhaps because it was his first time doing something like this, his movements seemed a little clumsy.

When I put her down, I didn't calculate the angle of my arm properly, which made her gasp slightly and almost roll off the edge of the bed.

Bai Che reacted quickly and used his body to block her, allowing her to barely stay in the middle of the bed.

He straightened up, grabbed a neatly folded thin blanket from the side, unfolded it, and somewhat awkwardly covered Su Wanqing with it, one corner of the blanket directly covering her face.

"Hmm!"

Su Wanqing ripped the blanket off her face and shrank completely into the quilt, wrapping herself up from head to toe in the thin blanket, leaving only her phoenix eyes burning with anger and shame as she glared at him.

He looked exactly like a cat that had been provoked but had nowhere to escape.

Bai Che showed no reaction to her angry glare.

For him, human emotional fluctuations are the least efficient form of communication.

He simply made sure she hadn't fallen off the bed before turning and walking toward the huge white charging pod.

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

hum~

The charging compartment door slid open silently.

That round, white figure quietly emerged, taking its unique and adorable little steps.

Bai Che pointed to the "silkworm pupa" wrapped up in a ball on the bed and gave Da Bai a new instruction.

"Big White".

"New mission."

"From now on, activate sleep protection mode. Target: Su Wanqing."

The screen flashed Baymax's adorable smiling face, and its round black eyes turned toward the bed.

Bai Che continued to meticulously plan the devilish details in his emotionless voice.

"Make sure she gets eight hours of sleep, not a minute less."

"During this time, if she tries to get up early, or if anyone other than me gets within three meters of the bedside, the alarm will go off immediately at the highest decibel level."

He thought for a moment and then added another point.

"By the way, change the alarm sound effect to 'Good Days' and play it on a loop."

Su Wanqing, lying on the bed, trembled with rage upon hearing this outrageous order.

She gripped the blanket tightly, almost grinding her teeth to powder.

That bastard! That devil!

Big White tilted its round head, and the smile on its chest curved into an even more healing arc.

It turned to Bai Che and answered earnestly in its soft, cute, and reliable voice.

"Okay, Bai Che."

"It is my honor to protect President Su's sleep."

Bai Che turned around and walked straight back to his area, which was filled with various parts and instruments.

The metal lift chair made a slight rolling sound. He sat down and put on a pair of noise-canceling headphones that looked expensive. A virtual screen lit up in front of him, displaying complex mechanical diagrams and dense streams of data.

He felt as if he had instantly entered another world. The domineering man who had forcibly taken the company CEO to bed had disappeared, replaced by a laid-back, indifferent tech geek.

The troublesome core assets of the company have finally been properly disposed of.

Now, you can continue playing.

Bai Che's fingertips traced through the air, enlarging the virtual model of the round robot a little further.