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The security guard in the guard booth stood still.

The muscles on his square face remained motionless, and one hand was still resting on the walkie-talkie at his waist.

Li Yichen looked at that businesslike face and tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel.

If it were any other boss, being stopped at the door by their own company's security guards would probably have caused them to lose their temper on the spot.

But he didn't.

The security guard didn't recognize him and was just following the rules and regulations. In other words, he was guarding the gate for Li Yichen.

Why should a person who does their job conscientiously be scolded?

He picked up his phone.

I scrolled to Ji Yanran's name in my contacts.

Just as I was about to dial—

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the car window.

The soles of the leather shoes clattered on the cement pavement, making a rapid, clattering sound.

"Xiao Zhang! Are you crazy!"

Another security guard rushed out from behind the guard post. He was in his early forties, with tanned skin, his uniform collar buttoned up meticulously, and a name tag pinned to his chest; the strap of the tag was soaked white with sweat.

Li Yichen knew this person.

He was the one standing guard at the entrance when Future Technology moved into this building two months ago.

The old security guard rushed to the car door.

He straightened his back abruptly.

His right heel slammed against his left heel with a "thud," and he raised his right hand, fingers together, fingertips touching his temple.

He gave a standard salute.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Hello, boss!"

His voice was so loud that it made the glass of the guard booth vibrate.

The young security guard was stunned.

The muscles in his square face twitched.

He turned his head to look at the old security guard's hand raised next to his temple, then turned back to look at the face of a man in his twenties in the car window.

His lips moved twice.

Boss?

This person is—

"Xiao Zhang!" The older security guard lowered his salute and slapped the younger guard on the back. "This is General Manager Li! Our company's boss! Where are your eyes?"

The young security guard's legs began to go weak.

The old security guard had already pressed the gate switch.

The red and white railings slowly rose.

Li Yichen put his phone back on the stand. He turned his head and glanced at the old security guard.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The old security guard saluted again.

"Take care, boss!"

I watched as the U8 smoothly drove into the underground parking garage. Its taillights cast two red glows in the dim parking lot before turning a corner and disappearing.

Next to the guard post.

The young security guard stood still.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I couldn't move an inch.

Sweat dripped down his temples and onto the collar of his uniform, leaving a small, dark blue wet stain.

"Brother Liu... Brother Liu."

He turned his head.

My throat is dry.

"What did you just say? That person is...our company's boss?"

The old security guard took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

I pulled one out and tucked it between my fingers. I didn't light it.

"Would I joke about something like this?"

The old security guard had a cigarette in his mouth.

"Do you know that this entire building—from the first floor to the thirty-second floor—was bought by the boss?"

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"You've blocked someone with a net worth of tens of billions at the gate."

The young security guard's face turned pale instantly.

He remembered standing by the car window, pressing the intercom, and asking his boss to show his employee ID.

He also said, "I don't know him."

"It's over."

The young security guard took half a step back, his back slamming against the wall of the guard booth.

"We're doomed."

"Today is my first day at work—"

"The contract was just signed this morning, and now it's all over."

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Brother Liu, do you think the boss will fire me?"

The old security guard put the cigarette back into the cigarette pack.

He looked at the young security guard's pale face, shook his head, and his eyes held a mixture of sympathy and amusement.

"Alright, stop scaring yourself."

"If the boss really wanted to hold a grudge against you, he would have told you to get out right there at the door."

The young security guard swallowed hard.

"Really...really?"

"Really." The old security guard patted him on the shoulder. "You do your job properly. Remember the boss's license plate from now on—" He pointed towards the entrance of the underground parking garage, "and don't stop him next time."

The young security guard nodded vigorously.

His head bobbed like a chicken pecking at rice.

underground garage.

Li Yichen parked his car in his designated parking space.

The elevator is going up.

First floor lobby.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

Li Yichen stepped out of the elevator.

Two young women in white shirts stood behind the reception desk. The one on the left had her hair in a ponytail, and the one on the right had short, ear-length hair.

The girl with the ponytail was drinking water from a glass.

My gaze swept across the elevator entrance.

The water glass stopped in mid-air.

The gold-plated rim of the cup rested on my lower lip, but I didn't put it in my mouth.

Li Yichen walked through the lobby. His dark gray bespoke suit was well-tailored, and his pace was slow. His leather shoes clicked firmly on the marble floor.

He turned into the corridor leading to the private elevator for the upper floors.

Swipe.

Enter the elevator.

The elevator doors closed.

The woman with the ponytail slammed the water glass she was holding onto the counter with a thud.

A few drops of water splashed out and landed on the registration form.

"Kiki!"

She grabbed the arm of the short-haired girl next to her. Her nails almost dug into the girl's sleeve.

"Did you see that? Did you see that?"

The short-haired girl winced as she was pinched.

"I saw it, I saw it—you let go, you pinched me too hard."

Loosen your ponytail.

His face looked like he'd lost his soul.

"So handsome. A hundred times more handsome than in the photos."

She cupped her cheeks in her hands.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! My heart is racing!"

The short-haired girl rubbed her arm, which had been pinched red.

"Hey Xiaomei, it's just a handsome guy, why are you swooning over him like this?" She turned her head and glanced towards the elevator entrance. "Besides, he's already inside, what are you still staring at the elevator doors for?"

The short-haired girl rolled her eyes.

She leaned close to the ponytail's ear.

"If you really like him, just ask for his contact information when he comes down. You're good-looking anyway, what if he likes your type?"

The ponytail lifted her face from her palm.

"Qiqi, what are you saying? I wouldn't dare ask for their contact information."

She gestured with her chin toward the elevator entrance.

Do you know who that person who just went up there was?

The short-haired girl shook her head.

"Not a senior executive in one of the company's departments?"

The woman with her ponytail leaned her upper body against the front desk.

He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard by a third person.

"He is Li Yichen."

The short-haired girl frowned.

"Li Yichen?"

The girl with the ponytail rolled her eyes.

"Li Yichen! Our boss! Our dear boss!"

"The kind with a net worth of tens of billions!"

The short-haired girl's eyes widened.

The hand holding the pen stopped on the registration form.

The pen tip poked at the paper, drawing a crooked black line.

"What did you say? That guy just now—he looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, around our age, right?"

She glanced towards the elevator entrance.

She turned back to look at the ponytail.

"He's the boss? He owns the whole company?"

The woman with the ponytail nodded vigorously.

The short-haired girl leaned back, her back hitting the chair back. The chair legs scraped against the marble floor with a harsh screech.

Only one thought remained in her mind.

At the same age of twenty-four or twenty-five—she was still an intern at the front desk, earning five or six thousand yuan a month. He was already the owner of a thirty-two-story office building, managing four or five hundred people, and worth tens of billions.

This is so discouraging.

Twenty-eighth floor.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

The corridor was carpeted in dark gray. Behind the glass partitions on both sides was an open-plan office area, where about a hundred people sat in cubicles, the sound of keyboards clattering incessantly.

Li Yichen stepped out of the elevator.

In the cubicle closest to him, a programmer wearing black-rimmed glasses was staring at the screen typing code. His peripheral vision caught sight of the figure in the hallway, and his fingers paused on the keyboard.

pat.

My index finger flattened a keycap.

My colleague next to me was pouring coffee into his cup. The spout was almost touching the rim, but the coffee had overflowed, spilling over the line and running down the side of the cup. He was staring down the hallway and didn't even notice the coffee pot had tilted.

Li Yichen didn't stop.

The employees who had been daydreaming quickly lowered their heads.

The black-rimmed glasses concealed his face behind the screen.

The one who spilled coffee frantically grabbed a tissue.

At the end of the corridor.

CEO's Office.

A woman in her late twenties was sitting at the door.

He had short hair, thin-rimmed silver glasses, and wore a white shirt with a gray vest over it. Two financial statements and a project schedule were displayed on the monitor.

She heard footsteps and looked up.

Remove your fingers from the keyboard.

Open your mouth—

Li Yichen raised his right hand, palm down, and pressed it down in mid-air.

Silent gestures.

The assistant shut his mouth.

Li Yichen pushed open the heavy solid wood door of the office.

The door hinges made a very faint turning sound.

in the office.

The blinds were half-drawn.

The sunlight was cut into parallel strips of light, falling on the dark gray marble floor.

Ji Yanran sat behind her desk.

A blueprint lay spread out on the table. It was covered in dense annotations, with several horizontal lines drawn on it using a blue highlighter. The left hand held the edge of the drawing, while the right hand gripped a pen, adding annotations next to one of the horizontal lines.

She didn't lift her head.

The pen tip was still tracing lines on the paper.

"Don't you know how to knock before coming in?"

His tone was cold and stern.

It carried the icy smell of someone who had been immersed in data reports and project progress for too long.

Then came a very soft laugh.

Ji Yanran's pen stopped.

That laughter—it's all too familiar.

She suddenly raised her head.