He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

She picked up the necklace and put it around her neck in front of the mirror.

The key-shaped pendant rested just a finger's width below her collarbone, and the sapphire cast a small patch of cool blue light on her fair skin.

The delicate silver chain accentuated the long, graceful lines of her neck. The small sapphire swayed slightly with her movements, like a drop of frozen seawater resting on her collarbone.

She raised her phone and took a picture in the mirror.

I found the right angle to make sure I could clearly see the effect of the necklace.

She turned her face slightly to the side, revealing the delicate skin between her neck and collarbone. Sunlight streamed in from the window, refracting a dappled light onto the pendant.

She opened Zhou Siyan's chat window and sent him the photo.

"Thank you so much, brother! You've spent so much, baby loves it!"

After sending the message, she put down her phone and was about to wash her hands when it vibrated.

She picked it up and saw that Zhou Siyan had already replied.

zero:【……】

There is only one ellipsis.

Xia Ruo frowned. What did that mean? Did she not like it?

She glanced at the photo she had posted again—it was quite good, the necklace was clearly visible, the lighting was good, and her neck looked beautiful. Was there a problem?

Then her gaze shifted downwards a little.

It moved down a little further.

The next second, her face turned bright red.

When the photo was taken, she was wearing a slightly loose-fitting home T-shirt. She only paid attention to the position of the necklace and did not notice at all that the camera was pointing down a little bit.

Just a little bit.

It just so happened to reveal the faint shadow below the collarbone, and the unintentional curve revealed when the neckline was slightly open.

It's not exactly blatant; in fact, you could say it's quite subtle, but it has that "half-hidden face" quality.

Zero: [Is the baby trying to seduce me?]

Xia Ruo's eyes widened, her finger hovering above the screen, and she froze as if struck by lightning.

seduce???

She instinctively wanted to type a denial—"I didn't," "I'm not," "Don't misunderstand."

But a faint voice in my head was saying:

You are currently chatting with Zhou Siyan as the original owner of this body. Will the original owner deny it?

The original owner would probably send a shy emoji and say, "Brother, don't you like it?"

Xia Ruo bit her lip, stared at the line of text for several seconds, and finally gave up and slammed her phone face down on the table.

She couldn't bring herself to say it.

She simply couldn't bring herself to say it.

She can't possibly blush and have her heart pounding while acting coquettishly in front of her phone; that's beyond the bounds of her acting skills.

Well, now there's no way to clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River.

Although, to some extent, this is quite in line with the original owner's behavior pattern...

The phone vibrated again. Xia Ruo took a deep breath and turned to look at the phone.

Zero: [Just kidding. Have you decided which company to interview with, baby?]

Xia Ruo breathed a sigh of relief—thank goodness, the topic had finally turned back to a relatively safe one.

Actually, it's not safe either! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

"I've made my choice! I'm going to interview at one of them; it's a really prestigious company!"

Zero: [Which one?]

Xia Ruo looked at these three words and thought: Here we go again?

She is not stupid.

If I tell you which company it is, with your influence, I can arrange for someone to replace the interviewer with one of your own in no time.

Or to be more direct, buy the entire company and then let her "naturally" pass the interview.

She won't even know how she died.

"My brother promised he wouldn't interfere~"

After sending the message, Xia Ruo's heart was pounding.

She stared at the "typing" message at the top of the screen, her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness.

The input status flashed a few times and then disappeared.

Then a message popped up.

Zero: [Okay, I won't ask.]

Xia Ruo almost cried out.

Zero: [Wishing your baby a successful interview and that they will definitely be accepted.]

She stared at the line "Wishing the baby a successful interview," and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her—a sense of relief, a touch of gratitude, and a hint of guilt.

Because she went there to buy soy sauce.

She specifically chose a company with the strictest requirements, so strict that she might not even pass the initial resume screening.

Requirements include: Level 2 Computer Certificate, copywriting and planning skills, operational experience, and over three years of relevant work experience.

She didn't fit any of the criteria, mainly saying, "I'm not going to pass anyway, so I'll just go through the motions."

Xia Ruomei happily put her phone away, feeling that her plan was absolutely flawless:

It wasn't my fault that I failed the interview; it was because the company's requirements were too high.

I tried my best, brother, you can't blame me; about meeting up...

Let's talk about it after the interview—perfect!

She took one last look at the necklace around her neck in the mirror, reached out and touched the cool sapphire, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

It's still pretty.

The other end.

Zhou Siyan looked at the photo of the necklace Xia Ruo had sent on his phone screen, his gaze darkening.

The girl in the photo is in profile, with a long, slender neck and delicate collarbones. The pendant of her necklace is perfectly positioned, and the luster of the sapphire contrasts beautifully with her fair skin, creating a captivating effect.

Zhou Siyan's gaze lingered on that photograph for a long time.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue questioning Xia Ruo, but rather that his gaze fell on something in the corner of the photo while he was typing.

Beyond the composition, several company brochures are scattered on the table at the edge of the frame.

On the cover of the brochure for his own Dingxin Media branch, someone had drawn a small circle with a pen.

Zhou Siyan narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

One, two, three. The rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow, like some kind of countdown.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to his assistant:

Please check if my company, Dingxin Media, has recently received any internship or interview applications from third-year dance students at University A.

After sending the message, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to the photo on the screen.

Why hide the name of a company you're interviewing with time and time again?

He recalled the conversations of the past few days—Xia Ruo said, "I don't want my brother to use connections," "I want to rely on my own efforts," and "How about I wait until after my interview?"

Every time, it's sweet and cloying, with a coquettish tone and a wronged expression, leaving no room for error.

But upon closer reflection, she was avoiding the same question: Where exactly are you going for the interview?

Do you really not want him to get involved?

Or... does she not want him to know her whereabouts?

Zhou Siyan's finger stopped on the table.

Baby, what secret do you have?

Five minutes later, the assistant replied:

[Mr. Zhou, Dingxin Media did receive two internship applications from University A, both from third-year dance students.]

I am applying for a marketing department intern position. The application period is this afternoon.

However, the candidate's qualifications are far from the job requirements, making it virtually impossible to pass the interview.

As Zhou Siyan looked at the words, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, a small curve, but with the satisfaction of a hunter discovering the footprints of his prey.

He picked up his phone and typed a few lines on the screen:

"Notify this branch office to schedule the interviews for these two individuals separately from the other candidates."

"In addition, we will arrange for the current president of this branch to come to headquarters for a year of training, starting next week."

I have a plan for the new CEO.

After typing the last sentence, he paused for two seconds, then dialed his assistant's number:

"Cancel all schedules for next week."

There was a visibly pause on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Zhou, we only have one last overseas acquisition negotiation left, just one step away—"

"Cancel."

Zhou Siyan's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Book the earliest flight back home."