Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

Inside the emergency exit, Hu Xinyu didn't even bother going back to her private room. She immediately took out her phone, found the number saved as "Dad," took a deep breath, and pressed the dial button.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was quickly answered, and a middle-aged man's slightly tired but still gentle voice came from the other end:

"Hey, Xinyu? Calling your dad so late, are you short of money? Or did you run into some trouble at school?"

Hearing her father's familiar voice, Hu Xinyu's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but she had no time for pleasantries. She lowered her voice and asked in as calm a tone as possible:

"Dad, are there any high-ranking officials with the surname Chen in our Jiang Province?"

She asked vaguely, with a hint of probing. A sliver of hope still lingered in her heart.

"My dear daughter, why are you asking this?" Mr. Hu's voice carried a hint of doubt, but his answer was straightforward.

"His surname is Chen, so the highest-ranking leader is of course Provincial Party Secretary Chen! He's the top official in our province! He even came to our city to guide our work during the summer vacation. It's a pity I was on a rural inspection tour at the time and wasn't at my unit, so I missed it. Otherwise, I would have definitely found a way to show my face to the leader and become familiar with him..."

"Chen... Provincial Party Secretary Chen?!"

Hu Xinyu repeated herself in a trembling voice, feeling her voice fading and almost dropping her phone.

The provincial party secretary! That's a powerful regional official! A truly important figure that her father, a deputy section chief, could only look up to, and who rarely even got to see!

What is her relationship with Chen Luoling?

Alone in his dorm room, isolating the provincial party secretary's relative?!

"Xinyu? What's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking about this?" On the other end of the phone, Mr. Hu noticed that his daughter's tone was off and quickly asked, "Did something happen?"

Hu Xinyu suddenly came to her senses, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as if it were about to burst out.

She gripped her phone so tightly that her fingernails almost dug into the plastic casing.

I can't tell! I absolutely can't let Dad know!

She knows her father too well.

My father has worked his way up in the system for so many years, and he is extremely cautious in his dealings with people, especially in his interpersonal relationships. He also has great respect for his superiors.

If he knew that his precious daughter was actually isolating his boss's daughter at university, he would definitely be angry, no matter how much he usually dotes on her.

"No...it's nothing serious, Dad."

Hu Xinyu tried to make her voice sound normal, but the slight tremor betrayed her inner fear:

"Well... I heard a male classmate of mine, surnamed Chen, bragging today that his father is a high-ranking official in our province, so I was a little curious and called you to ask him about it."

In a moment of inspiration, she made up a reason and changed the protagonist from Chen Luoling to a non-existent "male classmate".

The next second, Hu's father's cold snort, tinged with displeasure and warning, came clearly from the phone receiver.

"Hmph! Daughter, listen up! Stay away from boys who talk nonsense! They definitely have ulterior motives and want to use the family's name to deceive naive girls like you!"

Mr. Hu's tone was resolute:

"There are several leaders with the surname Chen in our province, but only one can be called a 'big leader,' the Provincial Party Secretary Chen! As far as I know, Secretary Chen has a very strict family style; he only has one daughter, who is currently in university and about your age. Could that boy possibly be Secretary Chen's illegitimate child?!"

The more Mr. Hu spoke, the more convinced he became of his judgment, and his tone grew increasingly serious:

"Daughter!!! Remember what your father said, never get too close to a boy who lies all the time! Do you understand?"

"I...I heard it, Dad."

My daughter is actually my daughter!

Hu Xinyu felt her throat was dry and her voice was hoarse:

"I understand, I'll stay away from him. Um... my classmate is calling me, I'll hang up now."

She almost hastily pressed the hang-up button, as if the phone were burning hot.

The call ended, but her father's words, "Secretary Chen only has one daughter," kept echoing in her mind...

Chen Luoling is actually the daughter of Provincial Party Secretary Chen!

"It's over..." Hu Xinyu leaned against the wall, her whole body weak, and slowly slid down the steps, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"No... there's still a chance to make amends! It might even be a chance for a leap forward..."

……

The atmosphere in the private room of the specialty Sichuan restaurant remained lively.

A group of young people ate and drank from 8 p.m. until 9:30 p.m. The table was a mess of cups and plates, and several beer bottles were overturned.

Most people were still immersed in the excitement of their first dinner together after the start of the semester, chatting noisily and boasting, seemingly with no intention of ending the gathering.

Lin Gensheng was the first to speak up and remind everyone to leave.

He glanced at the somewhat retro clock hanging on the wall of the private room; the hands were pointing to 9:25.

With a hint of worry on his face, he raised his voice and said to everyone:

"Um... it's getting late, almost 9:30. We have a class meeting tomorrow morning, and the counselor has something to say. Shouldn't we head back? If we stay up too late, we might not be able to get up and be late tomorrow morning, which would be bad, leaving a bad impression on the counselor on the first day of school..."

What he said made sense, but it obviously didn't have much effect.

"Oh dear, what time is it? This is university, not high school. It's okay to be a little late!"

"Yeah, let's chat a little longer. We'll just be lying down when we get back to the dorm anyway."

Lin Gengsheng felt somewhat helpless.

Just then, Su Yifeng's phone screen lit up, and a message popped up. He picked it up and opened it casually.

What comes into view is a very impactful photograph.

The background appears to be a hotel's white bed sheet, and a pair of beautiful legs, tightly wrapped in black stockings, are elegantly crossed. The sheen of the stockings, illuminated by the hotel's warm lighting, appears particularly alluring, outlining the shapely and sexy lines of the legs.

The photo angle was perfectly chosen, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible, invitation.

The following line of text reads: "I feel a little empty~"

Sender: Song Fangjie.

Su Yifeng looked at his phone screen, a subtle, meaningful smile curving his lips.

He doesn't have many other hobbies, he just likes to "help others" and specializes in dealing with these unruly little devils.

He put away his phone, stood up abruptly, and unlike Lin Gengsheng, didn't shout an appeal. He simply clapped his hands casually to attract most people's attention, and then spoke in a low but clear voice:

"That's enough, everyone's full, right? Let's go, it's time to head back."

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The crowd, who had just been giving Lin Gengsheng the perfunctory answers, looked at each other upon hearing Su Yifeng speak, and surprisingly all began to stand up, muttering in agreement:

"Yeah, Brother Feng is right, it's time to go back."

"Yes, I have things to do tomorrow."

"Let's go, let's get together again next time."

Lin Gensheng stared at the stark contrast before and after, paused for a moment, then scratched the back of his head, feeling a little sentimental.

This is about a person's prestige within a group.

It's often said that once a dinner party starts, anyone who invites or organizes it can get everyone together. But the person who can truly control when the dinner party ends is the one who holds a high position in the hearts of the others and whose words carry weight.

Clearly, Su Yifeng had unknowingly become the core of this small circle.

On the way back to school, I took three taxis as usual.

They drove in silence for about twenty minutes before the three cars stopped one after another at the entrance of Nanjing University.

Before the dormitory doors closed, the group managed to safely escort the girls back to their dormitory building.

Watching the girls disappear into the dormitory, Cao Huiyang, Wei Qi, Lin Gensheng, and Su Yifeng, the four boys who had acted as "protectors of the flowers" for half the night, turned around and walked towards their dormitory at the other end of the campus.

On the road of great compassion, after walking for about ten minutes, I still couldn't see a trace of the boys' dormitory.

"Damn it!" Huang Mao Cao Huiyang was the first to curse. He felt sweat on his back, and the evening breeze was chilly, completely sobering him up.

"I don't know which idiot designer planned the location of the dormitory building!"

The boys' and girls' dorms are so far apart! I've been walking for ten minutes already, how come we're still not there?! My legs are about to give out!

Fatty Wei Qi was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat. He fanned himself with his hand while complaining:

"Exactly! Cao Yang, you're absolutely right! This is absolutely making things difficult for us fat guys! This stretch of road is torture for me! I'm going to lose two pounds when I get back!"

Lin Gensheng walked beside them, watching the two complain endlessly, just listening with a smile and saying nothing.

This distance is nothing to him. Back in junior high, he had to walk five or six kilometers of mountain road to school every day, which was really tough.

In comparison, walking on these flat and spacious asphalt roads on campus is a real pleasure.

Just then, Cao Huiyang noticed that Su Yifeng, who had been walking alongside them, suddenly stopped.

"Hey? Yifeng, why did you stop walking?" Cao Huiyang turned his head and asked, a little puzzled. "Too tired to walk? Come on, let me help you!"

In fact, Cao Huiyang had wanted to stop and rest for a while, but when he saw that the fat man Wei Qi was still gritting his teeth and persevering, if he were to call for a stop first, wouldn't he seem weaker than the fat man?

He can't afford to lose face like this! How will he ever be able to show his face in the dorm again?

Seeing that Su Yifeng had stopped first, he felt inexplicably relieved, and even a little smug—see, at least I, Cao Huiyang, am not the weakest one! He instantly felt his legs regain strength.

Su Yifeng stood under the streetlight, the white light casting a long shadow of him.

He waved his hand at Cao Huiyang, his face expressionless, and said in a normal tone:

"No need, you three go back to your dorm first. I suddenly remembered that there's something very urgent that I need to 'take care of' right now."

After saying that, without waiting for Cao Huiyang and the others to react, he turned around and walked towards the side road leading to the school gate.

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you rushing to clear the blockage so late?"

Cao Huiyang looked at Su Yifeng's retreating figure and called out to him with a curious expression:

"So, do you still go back to your dorm to sleep at night?"

Su Yifeng didn't turn around or stop walking. He simply raised his right hand high and casually waved in the direction of the three people behind him, as a farewell and a reply.

Under the white streetlights, his shadow gradually lengthened. As he walked away, the shadow grew longer and longer until it disappeared around the corner leading to the school gate, merging into the darkness in the distance.

Cao Huiyang, Wei Qi, and Lin Gensheng stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"It seems... to be a very urgent matter indeed!" Cao Huiyang stroked his chin and murmured thoughtfully.

"It must be something urgent, otherwise Yifeng wouldn't be out so late." Lin Gensheng nodded in agreement.

Fat Wei Qi, panting heavily, wiped his sweat: "...Let's...let's go back quickly, I...I'm really about to collapse."

The three reached a consensus and decided not to delay any longer, continuing to walk towards the boys' dormitory building not far away.

……

Outside the school, in front of room 2203 of a high-end hotel in the city center.

Su Yifeng took the elevator upstairs and accurately found the room based on the room number information on his phone.

He reached out and knocked on the door with his knuckles, neither too hard nor too soft.

With a "click," the door was opened from the inside almost a second after the knock.

The room lights were deliberately dimmed, with only a warm yellow wall lamp by the bedside emitting an ambiguous, hazy glow.

The door was opened by Song Fangjie. She was like a frightened little wildcat, not daring to look at Su Yifeng even once. She let out a soft cry and turned to run into the room.

"Da, da, da..."

The heels of the high heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the smooth tile floor.

Are they even playing hard to get?

A playful smile appeared on Su Yifeng's lips.

He strode into the room without any ceremony, slamming the door shut behind him, and instinctively...

He pressed the deadbolt button inside the door, which made a soft "click" sound.

The room was filled with a faint, sweet perfume scent.

It smells good.

Is anyone there?

Su Yifeng deliberately raised his voice in a teasing tone as he asked, and then stepped into the room.

"Your community outreach service has arrived! We guarantee it will be thoughtful and attentive, and we'll make sure you're satisfied."

His vision gradually opened up in the dim light as he moved.

The suite's living room features a luxurious sofa, a gleaming glass coffee table, and a floor-to-ceiling window partially obscured by sheer curtains. Finally, the gaze settles on the large, soft double bed in the bedroom area, covered in pristine white sheets.

Song Fangjie stood there with her back to him, but seemed to sense his gaze, and slowly turned around.

Only now did Su Yifeng get a clear look at her attire.

It was a perfectly fitted, professionally alluring female secretary uniform.

The short black blazer hugged her upper body tightly, outlining her slender waist and full bust. She wore a matching black bodycon mini skirt that reached her upper thighs, showcasing her pert hips and long legs to the fullest.

What's most eye-catching is the pair of beautiful legs tightly wrapped in ultra-thin black stockings beneath the skirt.

The black stockings weren't completely opaque; they had an alluring, hazy feel to them.

Bathed in warm light, Song Fangjie wore exquisite makeup, but her eyes deliberately feigned innocence and a hint of panic, like a fawn that had accidentally wandered into a hunter's trap. Her watery almond-shaped eyes gazed at Su Yifeng, as if they could drip with spring water.

"President...you...what brings you here..."

She turned slightly to the side, her hands clasped awkwardly in front of her lower abdomen, her voice carrying a deliberate tremor and softness:

"Didn't we agree... that for this business trip, we... we'd each have our own room?"

A secretary on a business trip with the CEO? What happens when the CEO accidentally barges into her room?

Su Yifeng chuckled inwardly; this role-playing was quite fitting for their current relationship.

He didn't answer immediately, but slowly walked up to Song Fangjie, the two of them so close that they could feel each other's breath.

He reached out, his slender fingers gently lifting Song Fangjie's smooth chin, forcing her to tilt her head back.

His thumb slowly traced the corner of her luscious lips.

"Um?"

Su Yifeng raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile and said:

"Secretary Song, didn't you just message me saying you had important 'work' to report to me privately? As the CEO, I'm considerate of my subordinates and came to hear the report in person. Is there a problem?"

"President~ You're so naughty..."

Song Fangjie blushed under his gaze, her eyes becoming even more hazy. She made a token struggle, but her body seemed to lose all strength, and she leaned softly against him, her breath sweet as orchids.

"They...they didn't say that in the message...you, you can't wrong an innocent person."

She denied it verbally, but her coy demeanor and the almost overflowing desire in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

"It's okay..."

Su Yifeng chuckled softly, his other hand already expertly encircling her slender waist, pulling her closer to him, feeling the slight trembling of her hot, delicate body.

"It seems Secretary Song has a bad memory. No worries, President, I... will personally help you recall!"

He lowered his head, his hot breath brushing against her ear and neck.

"Ah... Mr. President... no...!"

Song Fangjie let out a soft, coquettish moan, half-heartedly resisting, but quickly responded enthusiastically.

"President...you're so naughty...ah!"

In the dim light of the room, two shadows overlapped on the wall.

Silent all night.