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Li Yichen stood at the office door.

The dim, yellow light from the desk lamp fell on Ji Yanran's face, and a few stray strands of hair rose and fell slightly with her steady breathing. The laptop screen was still lit, the cursor blinking in the last column of the construction progress report.

This period of time has really exhausted her.

She had to manage thousands of people at Future New Energy, oversee the construction progress of the super factory, and oversee the preparations for the battery launch event in ten days—all these responsibilities fell on her shoulders. He had been in seclusion on the 32nd floor for the past two weeks, leaving all the burdens of the company to her.

Li Yichen felt a gentle prick in a certain part of his heart.

But it was only for a moment.

He felt bad for her, but he still had to continue being a hands-off manager. He could just give her a little more money and a higher percentage in her year-end bonus. He knew this woman's attitude towards money all too well; she was a workaholic, but she wouldn't shortchange herself on any amount of compensation.

He walked over and patted Ji Yanran on the shoulder.

"Yanran".

Ji Yanran jolted awake from her sleep. She instinctively sat up straight, her fingers already on the mouse, her gaze sweeping over the report on the screen—before she realized what was happening and turned her head away.

She was stunned when she saw Li Yichen's unshaven face.

A full three seconds.

"The boss?"

Ji Yanran blinked twice to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She looked Li Yichen up and down—messy hair, stubble covering his chin, a wrinkled shirt, he looked thinner, his eyes were sunken, and only his eyes still held the embers of some kind of extreme excitement.

"You finally decided to come downstairs?"

She stood up from the chair, her high heels clicking on the floor, crossed her arms, and slightly raised her chin.

"I thought you were welded to the 32nd floor."

Li Yichen's face instantly darkened.

This woman started teasing him as soon as she woke up.

He took a step forward, raised his right hand, pinched Ji Yanran's cheek with his thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled it outward.

"What are you saying?"

Li Yichen spoke in an annoyed tone.

"If I didn't have important business to attend to, do you think I would want to stay up there for so long? These past two weeks have exhausted me."

Ji Yanran wasn't angry when her cheek was pinched; she simply raised her hand and slapped Li Yichen's hand away. The lingering touch on her skin made her ears burn a little, but she maintained her cold expression.

She was genuinely curious.

What on earth has Li Yichen been doing on the 32nd floor for the past two weeks? He's been so secretive, even she can't go up there. With the supercomputer and military escort, and now he's worn himself out like this.

But since Li Yichen didn't bring it up, she didn't feel comfortable asking again.

This man's thought process is never like a normal person's. Asking too many questions will only make her seem immature.

"Alright, alright."

Li Yichen waved his hand.

"Let's go home."

The two walked out of the office one after the other. The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on one by one with each footstep, and then turned off one by one behind them.

The elevator is going down.

The metal car was silent for a few seconds.

Ji Yanran leaned against the elevator wall, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples. Two weeks of intense work had left her severely sleep-deprived; the nap she'd taken in the office just now was simply not enough to make up for it.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor.

The two walked through the empty lobby. There was no one at the front desk; only the indicator lights on the turnstiles were still glowing a faint green light.

Push open the glass door.

The night breeze carried the moisture from the Huangpu River.

Li Yichen took out his car keys and unlocked the car. He looked up and saw the U8's headlights flash twice.

He opened the driver's side door and got in.

Ji Yanran was stunned for a moment.

She usually drives, and Li Yichen is always slumped in the passenger seat or the back. What's wrong with him today?

She opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. The leather seats were very supportive, and she leaned back, sinking into the soft cushions.

Comfortable.

Li Yichen started the engine. The central control screen lit up, and the navigation automatically switched to the route back to Tomson Riviera.

But he didn't shift into gear.

He tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel, then turned his head to look at Ji Yanran.

"Would you like to go get something to eat?"

Ji Yanran opened her eyes.

Want something to eat? At this hour?

She didn't really want to eat. She was too tired and didn't have much of an appetite. But since the boss wanted to eat, she decided to go and have a little with him.

She nodded.

"OK."

Li Yichen turned the steering wheel. The car turned off the auxiliary road and merged into the sparse traffic on Pudong Avenue.

At a little past 1 a.m. in Shanghai, most streets had already fallen silent. Only on the Bund, neon lights were still on, and the lights of the night market stalls stretched across the river.

Twenty minutes later.

Looking up, the U8 was parked in a temporary parking space near the Bund viewing platform.

Li Yichen got out of the car.

A night breeze blew by, carrying the smells of oil and cumin from the barbecue stall. His stomach rumbled twice, much to his dismay.

For the past two weeks on the 32nd floor, he's been eating the lunchboxes Ji Yanran brings him every day incredibly fast. Not to savor the taste, but to replenish his energy. What does braised pork taste like? What does stir-fried vegetables taste like? He couldn't tell at all.

My mouth was so bland it tasted like bird food.

Ji Yanran got out of the car, her high heels clicking on the stone pavement. She looked at Li Yichen's stubble-covered face, which appeared even more disheveled under the night market lights, and inexplicably felt a urge to laugh.

The two walked up to a barbecue stall.

The stall owner, a man in his fifties, was fanning the charcoal fire vigorously. The meat skewers on the iron rack sizzled with oil, which dripped onto the charcoal, creating small sparks.

Li Yichen bent down and picked out a few skewers of beef, lamb, and chicken wings from the freezer next to him. His fingers stopped at the corner of the freezer, and he picked up a skewer of kidneys, turning to look at Ji Yanran.

"Yanran, would you like some of this?"

Ji Yanran's face turned red instantly.

She glared at Li Yichen, said nothing, and walked to the freezer, picking out a few skewers of chives, enoki mushrooms, and potato slices.

Li Yichen chuckled and put the kidneys back in the freezer.

The two sat down at a small table next to the stall. The plastic stools were low, and Li Yichen's long legs had nowhere to go, so he could only sit with them spread apart.

Five minutes later.

The vendor walked over with a plate of grilled meat skewers and vegetables, placing it on the small table with a clatter. The skewers were still steaming, and the aroma of cumin and chili powder wafted into my nose.

Li Yichen got up, walked to the beverage freezer next to him, opened the glass door, and took out two bottles of chilled beer. Condensation on the bottles trickled down his fingers.

He returned to his seat and placed two bottles of beer in front of him.

Ji Yanran looked at the two bottles of beer, then at the car keys in Li Yichen's hand.

have to.

She was driving again a little while later.

Li Yichen unscrewed the bottle cap and tilted his head back to take a big gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat, making him shiver.

Cool.

He put down the bottle, grabbed a skewer of beef, and without caring that it was hot, took a bite.

The gravy exploded in my mouth. The smoky aroma of charcoal, the spiciness of cumin, the spiciness of chili powder, mixed with the malty scent of beer, all rushed down my throat.

For the past two weeks, he's been on the 32nd floor, and it feels like he's in prison.

It's finally out now.

A sip of beer, a bite of barbecue. Li Yichen ate with great relish, his cheeks bulging, chewing quickly and fiercely, completely abandoning his usual well-dressed elite demeanor.

Ji Yanran sat opposite her, eating chives in small bites.

Her gaze fell on Li Yichen's face.

He had a stubble beard, messy hair, and his shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He was chugging a beer from a bottle in one hand and clutching a skewer of chicken wings in the other, oil dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Is this really the same futuristic tech boss worth billions?

This is clearly a young internet addict who just came out of an internet cafe after staying up all night.

Ji Yanran's heart stirred.

She quietly took out her phone from her bag, unlocked it, opened the camera app, pointed it at Li Yichen, and pressed the shutter.

Click.

The sound was very soft.

But Li Yichen still heard it.

He put down the bottle, turned his head, and looked at Ji Yanran.

Ji Yanran quickly turned off her phone screen, put it back in her pocket, pretended that nothing had happened, and continued eating chives with her head down.

Li Yichen wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth.

"Yanran."

He spoke, his voice slightly tipsy from the beer.

"Delete the photos."

Ji Yanran raised her head, looking completely innocent.

"What photo?"

"Stop pretending." Li Yichen leaned forward, resting his elbows on the plastic tabletop. "I just heard the shutter sound. You took a picture of me without my consent."

Ji Yanran pursed her lips.

"I took the picture, so what?"

"I deleted it." Li Yichen's tone was very serious. "If you want to take a picture, I'll get it sorted out when I get back and take a handsome photo of your boss for you to use as your screensaver, how about that?"

Ji Yanran snorted.

She won't delete it.

This photo is so precious. If Li Yichen ever dares to bully her again, she'll use this photo to threaten him. Just imagine the scene—at a company executive meeting, she'll project this photo onto the big screen and let everyone see their boss, with a scruffy beard, gnawing on chicken wings at a night market stall.

That scene must have been spectacular.

"I won't delete it."

Ji Yanran uttered two words, picked up the beer bottle, and took a small sip.

Li Yichen stared at her.

This woman is getting bolder and bolder.