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Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a soft, warm glow on her fair cheeks.

Chen Yuan didn't speak, he just kept steering with one hand.

He reached out with his free right hand and gently ruffled the top of her head.

The SUV smoothly navigated the traffic flow in Jianghai City.

The two people's reflections overlapped on the car window.

A few weeks.

Like sand slipping through your fingers.

With Chen Yuan's gentle companionship day after day.

The eldest daughter of the Shen family, who had been hiding in a dark room for more than half a year, finally peeked out little by little.

The headquarters building of the Shen family conglomerate in the center of Jianghai City.

The towering glass curtain wall gleamed with a cold, expensive blue light under the blazing sun.

In Conference Room No. 1 on the top floor.

The air seemed to solidify into a tangible substance.

On either side of the oval-shaped black walnut conference table.

More than twenty high-ranking executives of conglomerates, dressed in suits, sat upright.

Each person had a thick quarterly report in front of them.

Even the sound of turning the pages was deliberately kept to a minimum.

In the main seat.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a sharply tailored, all-black business suit.

Her long, black hair was neatly tied back.

Her face was devoid of any extra makeup, and her pale skin exuded an aura of unapproachability.

This was the first time in over half a year that she had personally attended an offline board meeting.

Although her hands were tightly tangled together under the table.

His fingernails dug deep into his palm, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped out.

But on the surface, she stubbornly maintained the aloof and arrogant demeanor befitting the head of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly lowered.

His cold gaze swept across the conference table.

The pressure was so intense that the executives present didn't dare to breathe.

"Why haven't the risk assessment reports for the three acquisitions in the European market been submitted yet?"

She spoke coldly, her voice carrying an unquestionable tone.

The investment director who was named shuddered.

He quickly stood up and frantically searched for the documents.

Large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Chairman Shen... the due diligence team in Europe has encountered some resistance..."

Just as the air pressure in the conference room dropped to freezing point.

Click.

The heavy double wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

There was no knocking.

There was no official announcement.

In this top-secret meeting, such behavior would be a capital offense in the workplace.

All the executives turned their gazes toward the door.

Let's see which fool is courting death.

Chen Yuan was wearing a sharp, dark gray bespoke suit.

He was tall and slender, and his aura was even more composed than that of all the bigwigs present.

He ignored the astonished stares.

They walked straight into the heavily guarded conference room.

In his hands.

He was carrying a three-layer insulated lunchbox that seemed completely out of place with his bespoke suit.

His deep black eyes pierced through the crowd.

It landed directly on Shen Wanzhou, who was sitting in the main seat.

Just moments ago, Shen Wanzhou was putting on airs like a queen, but the moment she saw Chen Yuan...

His tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

The hand under the table quietly loosened its grip.

Chen Yuan walked steadily to Shen Wanzhou's side.

The executives' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

This is Chairman Shen's seat!

Apart from Old Master Shen, no one has dared to stand behind her chair in the past five years.

This man, who looked like a special assistant, walked past so brazenly.

"Aren't you finished yet?"

Chen Yuan looked down and glanced at his watch.

12:15.

His voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet conference room.

Shen Wanzhou's ears turned red, which was quite embarrassing.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her aloof persona.

"Ahem... there are still two departments that haven't reported yet."

Chen Yuan didn't say anything more.

He placed the three-layer insulated lunchbox steadily next to the pile of reports worth hundreds of billions in front of Shen Wanzhou.

Long, slender fingers pressed down on the buckle.

Click.

The lid of the bento box was opened.

First floor.

It is a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs with a bright red color and coated with a rich amber syrup.

The hot air rose instantly as the air conditioner blew in the cold air.

The overpowering sweet and sour aroma of meat irrationally dispelled the originally serious and dull atmosphere in the conference room.

The second layer.

It's crab roe tofu still bubbling with tiny oil bubbles.

The golden crab oil mixed with the tender tofu creates an irresistible aroma.

The bottom layer is soft, sticky, and distinct grains of Koshihikari rice.

Chen Yuan even magically produced a pair of pure silver chopsticks.

He placed it on a tissue and handed it to Shen Wanzhou.

Gurgle.

In the quiet conference room, someone couldn't help but swallow hard.

This aroma carries the scent of everyday life.

It's more agonizing than any trade secret.

Shen Wanzhou's gaze lingered on the moment the lunchbox was opened.

It was completely welded shut.

Just now, I was still thinking about European mergers and acquisitions, financial chains, and financial statements.

The aroma of sweet and sour sauce instantly overwhelmed everything, leaving not a trace.

She could even imagine the sweet and sour taste of that piece of pork rib melting on her tongue.

The dormant cravings in my stomach were completely awakened by this aroma.

They were shouting wildly.

She subconsciously licked her slightly dry lips.

Those once cold and sharp peach blossom eyes were now staring intently at the food box.

His eyes were filled with undisguised longing.

The finance director sitting to her left stood up, holding a new report.

"Chairman Shen, regarding the fund allocation for the Nancheng Logistics Park in the second half of the year..."

The CFO cleared his throat and began a lengthy report.

Various professional data and terms echoed in the conference room.

but.

The tyrannical woman in the main seat didn't listen to a single punctuation mark.

Her gaze was fixed on the largest piece of sweet and sour pork rib, the one with the richest sauce.

He put both hands under the table and anxiously rubbed the corners of his clothes.

want to eat.

But there were still more than twenty senior executives watching below.

The burden of Shen, the richest man, was like a mountain, weighing her down and preventing her from picking up the pair of silver chopsticks.

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair.

He took in her little face, which looked like she wanted to eat but didn't dare, and was so conflicted that she looked like she was about to bite someone.

He ignored the executives who were giving their reports.

He picked up his chopsticks and grabbed the largest piece of sweet and sour pork rib.

The wrist is tilted slightly forward.

It passed over the pile of documents and was steadily delivered to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

The steam from the ribs brushed against the tip of her nose.

Shen Wanzhou's mind went blank.

The last thread of reason snapped completely.

Who cares about projects worth hundreds of billions, who cares about high-level meetings.

She instinctively opened her mouth.

He took a bite of the rib.

The sweet and sour sauce bursts in your mouth, and the meat is tender and falls off the bone.

She squinted her eyes contentedly.

His cheeks bulged slightly from chewing, like a hamster hoarding food.

Take a bite.

She was completely immersed in the world of food.

They didn't even notice when the sounds in the conference room stopped.

The CFO, who was giving a report, stopped and looked awkwardly at the chairman sitting in the main seat: "Chairman Shen... are you... are you still listening?"