Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

In the blink of an eye, Shi Ran has been on the job for half a month.

Those who were initially nagging him have all fallen silent now.

Because whatever job he handles, no matter how troublesome or messy the situation, he can clean it up perfectly.

This was mainly due to the fact that Shi Ran had run five dungeons and served those five masters to hone his skills.

That day, Shi Ran accompanied Gu Chen to an emergency meeting.

The theme is simple: how to clean up this mess in the Azure Secret Realm?

"Azure Secret Realm" is the most expensive luxury resort under the Universe Group, with locations in places like Egypt, the Red Sea, Okinawa, and the Maldives where the super-rich congregate.

And now, this huge scapegoat has been pinned on the newly opened Bali project.

During the trial operation of this project, Huanyu spent a lot of money and invited countless top celebrities and internet influencers to promote it.

Unexpectedly, before the water even splashed, a thunderclap was heard.

The one who caused the scandal is rising star Jiang Wanwan.

Early yesterday morning, some paparazzi posted more than a dozen candid photos on Weibo.

All of these photos were taken at the Azure Resort, taken from unusual angles and are extremely explicit.

The headline is also quite provocative: "Ultimate Luxury? Jiang Wanwan's Private Scenes Exposed!"

Public opinion immediately exploded, and Jiang Wanwan's fans went crazy, flooding Huanyu's official account.

Resorts like Azure Secret Realm are touted as ultra-luxury and private, but security issues have surfaced even before they've opened. Who would dare to come here if they're rich?

So when the drought hit today, the company's senior management immediately convened this meeting.

Shi Ran watched as Huanyu's stock price plummeted during the meeting and couldn't help but complain inwardly.

That's terrible. Luckily, I didn't ask Gu Chen for company shares, otherwise they would all be worthless now.

I just don't know who to pass this hot potato to...

"Sometimes."

As he was thinking, Gu Chen's deep voice suddenly rang out, and he froze.

Gu Chen announced to everyone, "You will lead the team to Bali first, and Wang Cheng will assist you."

Before he finished speaking, a slight commotion arose in the conference room.

"Mr. Gu, everyone can see that Assistant Shi is very capable, but he is still relatively inexperienced. What if..."

"Yes, Mr. Gu, this concerns the group's reputation and stock price. Shouldn't we reconsider the candidate?"

"Consider?"

Gu Chen's gaze swept across the room like an icy blade. "Then who among you is willing to volunteer to take the fall?"

The room fell silent; everyone wished they could bury their heads in their folders.

Gu Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at Shi Ran.

"I have some things to take care of, I'll be a day late. I'll be there before tomorrow's press conference, just one day. Don't let the sky fall, can you do that?"

Shi Ran looked up helplessly. Gu Chen had already said so much; how could he refuse?

And so, he and Wang Cheng, like ducks forced onto a shelf, headed straight to the airport with their suitcases without even having lunch.

In business class.

Shi Ran immediately opened her laptop and began studying as soon as she sat down.

Public opinion reports, resort layout diagrams, security duty rosters, list of invited guests...

Wang Cheng sat next to him, thoughtfully observing him.

When President Gu promoted Shi Ran out of turn, he thought it was intentional on President Gu's part, just to punish this outrageous junior employee.

But he had already discovered these past few days that President Gu's feelings for Shi Ran were definitely not ordinary.

As he was thinking, someone passed by in the aisle and accidentally bumped into the documents on Shi Ran's desk.

Splash!

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Passersby panicked and hurriedly helped pick it up.

Shi Ran's temples throbbed, and she said helplessly, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

His voice wasn't loud, but a figure wearing a black eye patch suddenly froze slightly behind him.

Cheng Ye had just finished a non-stop filming project when his agent told him he had found him a great job. He was invited to experience a luxury resort and take a few days off.

On his way to the resort, half-asleep, that somewhat helpless voice pierced his ear like a fine needle.

The voice, the tone, even the pronunciation... it all sounds like him.

But how could that be?

Cheng Ye rubbed his temples in frustration, thinking he must be hallucinating from exhaustion.

Ahead, Shi Ran finally gathered the documents and buried himself in the sea of ​​files again.

Three hours later, the plane finally landed.

The cabin door opened, and a wave of tropical heat, along with the clamor of the crowd, rushed in.

Even through the glass of the VIP passage, one could occasionally see the dense crowd of people outside.

Wang Cheng looked at him, his face turning pale. "Are all the people outside Jiang Wanwan's fans?"

Shi Ran didn't say anything, but a picture flashed through her mind: the two of them were surrounded by fans, so crowded that there was no room to move, and rotten eggs and cabbage were everywhere...

Nononono!

They pulled their hats down low, preparing to slip away in the chaos, but the moment the gate opened, the sound waves crashed over them like a real tsunami.

But instead of questioning, it was deafening screams and cheers.

Suddenly, my tense nerves relaxed, which was terrifying.

It seems they just bumped into some celebrity's fans who came to pick them up at the airport.

He quickly looked away and pulled Wang Cheng towards the direction of the van.

At the same time, Cheng Ye was walking out of the VIP passage on the other side.

He wore sunglasses, a habitual business smile playing on his lips, amidst the noise, screams, and flashing lights...

All of this had long since become numb background noise to him.

Just as he was aimlessly scanning the crowd ahead, his gaze suddenly stopped on the profile of a person walking with their head down.

It's him?

All surrounding sounds were instantly sucked away, and the whole world became a jarring white noise.

Cheng Ye froze, his body reacting faster than his mind.

He pushed aside his assistant and was about to rush towards that figure.

"Brother Ye! Over here! The car's over here!"

The assistant was startled and reacted quickly by grabbing his arm tightly.

The other two bodyguards immediately surrounded him, subtly blocking his view with their bodies.

Cheng Ye struggled fiercely, shouting, "Let me go!"

"Cheng Ye! Look this way!!"

The screams of the fans surged forth like waves, and more cameras were shoved into his face.

He was practically half-carried and half-pushed into the van.

The car door slammed shut, shutting out the deafening noise outside.

Cheng Ye ripped off his sunglasses. "That was him! I saw him! I really saw him!"

While gesturing for the driver to hurry up and drive, Xiao Yang replied perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, it's him, it's him."

"Don't try to fool me. I saw it clearly. I can't possibly be wrong."

Xiao Yang sighed and turned to ask the two bodyguards if they had seen it, but both of them shook their heads.

"Look, nobody saw it."

Xiao Yang turned to look at him, carefully choosing her words before asking, "Tell me honestly, have you stopped taking your medication recently?"

Cheng Ye froze instantly, a sense of powerlessness washing over him.

He leaned back in his chair in frustration, realizing he couldn't reason with them; everyone told him that there was no such person as He Yi in the world.

There is no such thing as He Yi, the top star you mentioned, and you have never confessed your feelings at any award ceremony.

You are a star in the public eye, and many people would love for you to fall from grace.

How could you possibly announce your relationship publicly?

You're just too tired and are hallucinating.

You need rest, you need psychotherapy, and you need to consistently take your medication.

How easy is it?

That's just a hallucination caused by excessive mental stress.

But really?

After each treatment, Cheng Ye asked himself this question.

Perhaps He Yi was just indulging in his own fantasy.