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The soft light in the office fell gently on the dark wooden floor, casting faint shadows.

Li Yichen's figure disappeared around the corner of the porch.

Liu Xue leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, staring at the empty door for several seconds before slowly turning her head away.

His gaze fell on Liu Xiaoyu.

Liu Xiaoyu was still standing there. The folder in her hand was closed and pressed against her abdomen. She hadn't fully recovered from watching Li Yichen leave, and when she met Liu Xue's gaze, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Liu Xue propped herself up from the table, her high heels clicking on the floor, and walked step by step to Liu Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu," she said, her tone softer than usual, "your relationship with President Li is quite special, isn't it?"

This is not a question.

Liu Xiaoyu did not deny it, lowered her eyelids, and ran her fingers back and forth along the edge of the folder.

Liu Xue sighed and turned to walk to the French windows. The sunlight outside shone on her profile, outlining a clear line between light and shadow.

"To be honest," she said, looking out the window, "the energy he had, not just you, even I was drawn to it."

There was a pause.

"Just now on stage, when he said he would give up 50% of the profits, I was standing behind him, looking at the back of his head, and my heart skipped at least two beats."

Liu Xue turned around, her back to the light, her expression hidden in the shadows.

"This kind of man is never short of women. You should say yes to him today—go with him."

She walked up to Liu Xiaoyu and stared straight at her.

"If you stay by his side, you can protect him, right?"

Liu Xiaoyu raised her head.

She shook her head.

"I don't care about any of that." Her fingers paused at the edge of the folder. "I've already lost him once before." Her voice was a little hoarse. "This time, no matter what, I don't want to lose him again."

Liu Xue froze, raised her right hand, and slapped her forehead with her palm—a gesture that clearly conveyed her disappointment and frustration.

"You—" She lowered her hand, took a deep breath, "Can you really accept that he has other women in his life?"

Liu Xiaoyu smiled. The smile spread from the corners of her lips, carrying a kind of wisdom beyond her years.

"What's wrong with that?" She placed the folder on the coffee table next to her. "This kind of thing isn't unusual in this society. Back when my family hadn't gone bankrupt, my dad had someone else on the side."

She looked at Liu Xue.

"This is reality. It's also the privilege of those who are capable."

Liu Xue fell silent. She wanted to retort, but no word came out.

Liu Xiaoyu is right.

Her father had someone else. Her mother knew, but never made a fuss.

The air in the office seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Liu Xue ultimately did not speak again.

-

At the same time.

The black Yangwang U8 was driving east on Pudong Avenue.

Li Yichen held the steering wheel with his left hand and rested his right elbow on the center console. The navigation map on the central control screen constantly updated real-time traffic conditions.

The images from the press conference are still replaying in my mind. The annual treatment cost of 60,000 yuan, plus medical insurance reimbursement, means that the out-of-pocket expenses for ordinary people are well within an affordable range. This investment has yielded both financial and reputational returns.

My phone rang. It wasn't a WeChat notification sound; it was an incoming call ringtone.

Li Yichen glanced at the central control screen—Bluetooth had automatically connected, and a string of unfamiliar numbers was flashing on the screen. There were no tags; it wasn't in his contacts.

He pressed the answer button on the steering wheel.

"Feed".

The carriage was silent for two seconds.

A deep, steady middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking slowly and deliberately, each word carefully considered before being uttered.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Yichen?"

"It's me." Li Yichen turned the steering wheel with one hand, pulling the car into the right-turn lane. "Who are you? What do you want?"

There was silence again on the other end of the line—not the deathly silence of a signal cutoff, but the other person carefully choosing their words.

"Who am I—" the voice paused for a moment, "I can't tell you right now."

Li Yichen's eyebrows squeezed together slightly.

"Okay, come to Dashengli Private Kitchen in a bit, I'll wait for you here."

beep--

The phone hangs up.

Li Yichen stared at the "Call Ended" message on the central control screen for a full three seconds.

Who is this person? Can't I tell you yet? It's like we're making a secret meeting.

He took his phone off the stand, unlocked the screen, and opened the call log. The last four digits of the number were eights, clearly not a number used by ordinary people.

Dashengli Private Kitchen. He knew this place.

That place isn't open to the public at all. You could count on one hand the entire city of Shanghai on the number of people who actually eat there.

Li Yichen tossed his phone back onto the stand.

To go or not to go?

The time on the central control screen jumped to 11:20. This call came too suddenly—an unknown number, a man who refused to give his name, and a location. It all seemed eerie.

But his curiosity was piqued.

In Shanghai, not many people know his private phone number. The other person not only knew his number but also called him by name right away. What does this mean? It means this person has at least investigated him.

Li Yichen's lips twitched slightly, and he tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel. Since he had no plans for lunch anyway, he figured he might as well go and see who this mysterious person was. Even if the other party had ill intentions, he wasn't afraid.

Having made up my mind, I stepped on the accelerator. Looking up, I saw the U8's central navigation system replanning the route, and a female voice from the navigation system announced: "300 meters ahead, please turn around."

The car made a U-turn at the intersection ahead and merged into the oncoming traffic.

Dashengli Private Kitchen is hidden deep in the old city. The area is full of detached villas left over from the Republic of China era, with plane trees providing ample shade and roads so narrow that only two cars can pass side by side.

The car drove around for nearly thirty minutes. The navigation indicated that we were near the destination, but all we could see were brick walls covered with ivy, and there were no signs in sight.

Li Yichen parked the car in a marked parking space on the side of the road and got out of the car.

Walking along the blue brick wall for about fifty meters, I finally saw an inconspicuous wooden door. Above the door hung a plaque with black background and gold lettering—

Dashengli.

There were no words like "private chef" or "club" in it, just three characters, like the name of someone else's hall.

There were no greeters, parking attendants, security guards, or doormen outside the gate.

He stepped across the threshold.

Facing you is a small courtyard. The ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and a clump of bamboo grows in the corner of the wall. There is a rockery and a stream, with the water making a very soft gurgling sound.

Pass through the courtyard and enter the main hall.

The light dimmed. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air. The lobby was empty; you could hear your own footsteps.

Behind the reception desk stood a woman in her thirties, dressed in a plain-colored cheongsam, with her hair up and a jade bracelet of excellent quality on her wrist.

Li Yichen walked to the front desk.

Before he could speak, the woman gave a slight bow.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Yichen?"

Li Yichen nodded.

A thought flashed through his mind—how did the person who called know he would definitely come? And how did the receptionist here recognize him at a glance? The other party had obviously made arrangements in advance, and every step was precise.

"Mr. Li, please come with me."

The woman emerged from behind the front desk, the hem of her cheongsam swaying slightly at her ankles. She extended her arm in a gesture of invitation, then turned and led him through the lobby, past a moon gate, and into the back courtyard.

The backyard was more secluded than the front. A stone path was lined with bamboo, its leaves rustling in the breeze. At the end of the path was a row of separate side rooms.

The woman stopped in front of one of the rooms, raised her hand and gently knocked three times on the carved wooden door, then pushed the door open and stepped aside.

"Mr. Li, please."