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When Li Yichen pushed open the door to Ji Yanran's office, she was looking down at documents.

The moment I looked up, the pen nib paused on the paper.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to hide, and his shirt collar wasn't ironed—something that almost never happened to Li Yichen.

"I slept for two hours."

Li Yichen sat down on the sofa and recounted the events of the previous night from beginning to end. Xue Shanshan had fallen off her bicycle and injured her spleen. The blood bank was running low on blood, and she had rare blood type (Rh-negative). They had to find someone to donate blood in the early hours of the morning.

Finally, he brought out the resume that had been held back for half a month.

"Feng Yue. Master's degree from Fudan University, majoring in Public Administration. I sent my resume to the company email, but no one has responded yet."

Ji Yanran stopped writing.

Of course she knew about that resume. She glanced at it and saw the words "President's Secretary" in the job preference section; she crossed it out without even hesitating.

A CEO's secretary? That position has never existed. Ji Yanran does all the work of a secretary and a CEO by herself, so she doesn't need a secretary at all.

But now that Li Yichen is saying this resume, it sounds different.

"She donated 400 milliliters of blood last night, saving Xue Shanshan's life." Li Yichen leaned back on the sofa. "I told her to report for duty the day after tomorrow."

Ji Yanran paused for two seconds.

First, I breathed a sigh of relief for Xue Shanshan—that girl is lucky to be alive.

Then came something else, rising up from my stomach, I can't quite put my finger on it. It was sour.

Li Yichen pronounced the name "Feng Yue" in such an ordinary tone that it made her uncomfortable.

"What, you're afraid a secretary will threaten you?"

Li Yichen tilted his head to look at her, a slight smile on his face.

Ji Yanran rolled her eyes at him.

"How could I be afraid of her?"

The pen in my hand unconsciously drew two lines on the table. The nib scraped against the wood grain, leaving two faint white marks.

Li Yichen saw it but didn't expose it. He smiled, stood up, and walked out.

"Alright, you're busy. I'll go upstairs and check on the production line."

The 66th floor.

The elevator doors opened, the servo motors on the production line hummed, and the silver-gray robotic arms moved precisely in a dust-free environment.

The fifth suit of armor is complete; its matte black coating absorbs all reflections under the lights. The torso of the sixth suit is fixed at the workstation, where a painting robot is spraying layer upon layer of nano-coating.

Li Yichen stood beside the production line, hands in his pockets, watching for a while.

"Ling'er, all ten sets are finished. Final deadline."

"At the current pace, seventeen days."

Seventeen days should be enough to deliver the goods on time.

He then turned around and entered the elevator.

Sixty-fourth floor, photonic current-carrying wafer production line.

Twenty robots from the crowdsourcing platform lined both sides, and wafers glided silently along the conveyor belt. Ling'er's data panel floated above her watch—1,123 wafers produced per day, a figure that had increased compared to the previous period.

Sixty-three floors, brain-computer interface production line.

Fifty robots are operating at full capacity. Daily production is 5,300 units, which is 6% higher than the initial plan.

Li Yichen stood in front of the glass window outside the cleanroom. The robotic arm moved cleanly and efficiently, every angle calibrated in real time by Ling'er.

He stood there for about ten seconds.

Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

The next day.

At 8:55 a.m., a white Civic drove into the underground parking garage of the Future Technology Building.

Feng Yue got out of the driver's seat and tugged at the hem of her suit jacket. She wore a dark gray business suit, a white shirt, and her hair was tied in a neat ponytail. A black folder was tucked under her arm, containing her pre-printed onboarding materials.

She stood in the garage, looking up at the concrete ceiling above her. Sixty-sixth floor.

The phone rang.

"Come to the HR department, I'll be waiting for you there."

Li Yichen's voice was crisp and clear, without any unnecessary words.

Feng Yue put her phone back in her pocket and strode towards the elevator.

The Human Resources Department is on the twelfth floor.

When she pushed open the glass door, the entire office area was unnaturally quiet. Everyone was working with their heads down, but the typing frequency was noticeably lighter than usual.

The reason is simple—the boss was sitting at an empty table in the corner, legs crossed, scrolling through his phone.

Li Yichen glanced around and smiled.

"I'll just do my job normally, I don't eat people."

The HR specialists relaxed their shoulders, and the typing sounds returned to normal.

Feng Yue walked over.

The two people finally met each other's eyes under the fluorescent lights.

The last time we met was at one in the morning in a hospital corridor. It was dimly lit. One of us had just been dragged out of bed, and the other had been sitting outside the operating room all night. Neither of us had really looked the other over.

It's different now.

Feng Yue was a little thinner than in her resume photo, with a sharper jawline and a very straight nose. Standing there with her back ramrod straight, a folder tucked under her arm, she exuded an aura of "I'm ready."

Li Yichen nodded to her.

"Sit down, let's finish the formalities first."

Onboarding forms, confidentiality agreements, pay confirmation slips, and employee ID information collection. Feng Yue filled out each item one by one, her handwriting neat and her speed not slow. She would read through every document handed to her by the HR specialist before signing it, without skipping lines or omitting anything.

It took twenty minutes to get it done.

Li Yichen stood up from the chair.

"Come with me."

Take the elevator to the sixtieth floor. Ji Yanran's office.

Feng Yue followed Li Yichen inside.

Ji Yanran sat behind the table, holding a coffee cup in her hand. The moment she saw Feng Yue enter, the rim of the cup paused for a second before her lips.

Before any introductions could be given, Feng Yue took a step forward and extended her right hand.

"Hello, Mr. Ji, this is Feng Yue."

Ji Yanran put down her cup, stood up, and shook hands with her. Her fingers were cold.

"Hello there."

After Feng Yue withdrew her hand, she said with a smile.

"I watched the full video of the Thunderobot battery launch event before. From stage management to media control, and then to the pacing of the subsequent signing process, every step was clean and efficient. Later, I learned about the promotion strategy of the Lingxi system. The pricing logic of the three-month free period was very precise—first use scale to exchange for stickiness, and then use stickiness to exchange for paid conversion rates. Without a very strong executor coordinating behind the scenes, it would be impossible to implement all of this."

She finished speaking in about fifteen seconds. Not a single word was superfluous; every sentence was based on Ji Yanran's actual achievements. It wasn't a casual "You're amazing," but a well-structured and detailed recognition.

Ji Yanran raised her chin slightly.

His lips twitched, but didn't fully open.

Then she belatedly realized—this girl is quite the smooth talker.

Li Yichen didn't give the two time to continue their pleasantries.

"Feng Yue's workstation will be next to yours. You'll be in charge of assigning her daily tasks. You two will coordinate the specific responsibilities later; I'm not involved anymore."

He turned and walked out, but turned back at the door and added another sentence.

"I'm going fishing, I'll be back later."

The door closed.

Feng Yue turned to look at Ji Yanran, her lips moved, but she couldn't hold back in the end.

"Does he...do this often?"

Ji Yanran sat back down in her chair, picked up her coffee cup, and took a sip.

You'll get used to it.

Pudong New Area People's Hospital.

Li Yichen carried two large bags of nutritional supplements into the inpatient department elevator. Bird's nest, protein powder, and imported fruit filled the two heavy paper bags.

Push open the ward door.

Xue Shanshan leaned against the headboard, her complexion much better than yesterday, and her lips had regained some color.

But there were two more people next to her.

A man and a woman, both in their early fifties. The man was thin, with tanned skin and large knuckles, clearly someone who had worked hard for many years. The woman wore a faded floral jacket, her hair was mostly gray, and she had deep wrinkles around her eyes.

Xue Shanshan's parents.

When Xue's mother saw a young man standing at the door, she was taken aback for a moment. Then her gaze fell on the two bags, and she looked up to meet Li Yichen's face.

"Who are you--"

Xue Shanshan propped herself up halfway on the bed, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Mom, this is the Brother Li I told you about. The one who called you last night to inform you."

Xue's mother reacted faster than expected.

She stood up almost the instant she heard those words, the chair leg sliding backward off the ground.

"Mr. Li! Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

She repeated it three times, her eyes reddening and her voice trembling.

Mr. Xue also stood up, but he wasn't very good at talking. His lips moved a few times, and in the end he could only squeeze out a "Thank you for your trouble," before lowering his head and rubbing his hands together, unsure of what to do.

Li Yichen placed the nutritional supplements on the bedside table.

"Uncle and Aunt, please don't be so polite. Shanshan is my colleague and friend."

Xue Shanshan clenched her fist under the covers.

"Mom, Brother Li stayed with me at the hospital all night last night."

Her ears burned red as she spoke, her eyes fixed on the folds of the sheet, not daring to look at Li Yichen.

After hearing this, Xue's mother turned and glanced at Xue's father.

That glance was brief, lasting less than a second.

But it's a look that all parents in the world can understand.

Mr. Xue received it. He silently picked up an orange from the bedside table, lowered his head and slowly peeled it, then handed it to Li Yichen.

The gesture was excessively gentle. It wasn't the politeness one would show to a guest, but the casualness one would show to family.

"Have an orange."

Li Yichen took it, thanked him, broke off a piece, and put it in his mouth.

Xue's mother had already begun to subtly inquire about the matter.

"Where is Xiao Li from?"

How many people are in your family?

"Oh dear, so you're an only child? How are your parents' health?"

Li Yichen brushed off all of Xue's mother's questions.

Xue Shanshan wanted to bury her face in the pillow while under the covers.

"mom!"

Mrs. Xue turned around and glared at her. "I was chatting with Xiao Li, why are you interrupting?"

Li Yichen answered each question calmly, unaware that the conversation had completely veered off course. Or rather, he hadn't even considered that direction.

Xue Shanshan gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, burying her face above the edge of the blanket, revealing only her pair of bloodshot eyes.

After staying for another ten minutes or so, Li Yichen got up to say goodbye.

Mrs. Xue escorted him all the way to the ward door, repeating twice, "Come to our house for dinner when you have time." Mr. Xue followed behind, nodding twice, still not saying much, but a simple, honest smile graced his tanned face.

The moment the door closed, Xue Shanshan buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled roar.

"Mom, can you please stop asking? You were just checking the household registration!"

Mrs. Xue sat back down in her chair and exchanged a glance with Mr. Xue.

"This young man is not bad."

Mr. Xue peeled an orange and nodded.

At the end of the corridor.

Li Yichen stood by the window, his hands in his pockets.

He wondered, who exactly was the person Gu Shounian was talking about?

But it will be soon.

In three days, he will find out who that person is.