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Ji Yanran's footsteps disappeared on the third floor, and she banged loudly on the door.

Li Yichen touched his nose; his ears felt a little hot.

Miao Miao was still riding on his shoulders, her small body close to his ear, her voice low and serious: "Brother, you've gotten into trouble."

"……I know."

"Sister Yanran will definitely ignore you tomorrow."

"...highly likely."

"Don't you want to apologize?"

Li Yichen remained silent for two seconds.

"Never mind, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, cutting a bright line across the floor.

When Li Yichen finished washing up and came downstairs, there was only Zhou Dahai's breakfast and a note left on the dining table—Ji Yanran had left at seven o'clock, a full hour earlier than usual.

I'm avoiding him.

Li Yichen's lips twitched slightly. He picked up the bowl of congee, took a couple of sips, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

After driving along the coastal highway for twenty minutes, we turned into the Future Aerospace Group's campus.

The dock side door is accessed by facial recognition, and the airtight lock clicks open.

Push the door open—

The air was thick with the faint, metallic scent of cutting fluid and the intermittent flashes of welding arcs. The 420-meter-long load-bearing keel had been fully laid, and the dark gray components of the superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy gleamed with a cold, hard texture under the incandescent light.

Looking deeper into the dock from the entrance, the entire shipyard resembles a giant steel beast with its skeleton growing.

Two thousand Terminators were distributed across three circular work platforms, operating synchronously with movements so synchronized they resembled copying and pasting. The blue and white arcs emitted by the welding torches flickered on and off, their rhythm as steady as a metronome.

The watch lit up.

"Brother, the overall progress is 23%, which is in line with the six-month construction period." Ling'er leaned out halfway and drew a progress panel in the air with her small hand.

Li Yichen walked around the work platform, his eyes scanning every weld joint. Perfectly fitted, flawless.

"Good. Keep it up."

After leaving the shipyard, he headed towards the precision laboratory building.

Sweep through layer by layer.

The complete Terminator production line is operating at full capacity, with a total output of over 1,200 units, their silver-white frames forming a long line at the end of the assembly line.

Cold fusion reactor area – five finished units are neatly stacked, their blue indicator lights flashing quietly.

The inventory of energy shield core modules has exceeded one thousand, stacked on the shock absorber frame like a wall.

Inside the separate hangar—ten Xuanniao-01 stealth fighters are parked side by side. Their matte black paint gleams with a faint, deep purple sheen under the lights, and the steel bats with their wings folded are poised to take off.

Finally, there is the space-based kinetic weapon zone. Six strike platforms disguised as quantum communication satellites have been completed and are ready to be transferred to the rocket assembly workshop, where they will be launched into low Earth orbit aboard the Lingxiao-1 rocket at a later date.

Everything is proceeding smoothly.

Li Yichen stood at the hangar entrance for two seconds, then turned to his watch and said, "Ling'er, use the spare capacity of the existing production line to build five additional nanomedical silos. Keep one for backup, and we'll arrange the remaining four later."

"Received." Ling'er gave an OK sign and added, "By the way, brother, news came from the second lunar base—the refining of the second batch of 8,000 tons of rare earth ore crystals is progressing faster than expected, and they should be able to be loaded into the cargo hold and returned in about ten days."

"Okay. We'll have Liu Ruyan arrange for Lingxiao No. 3 to bring it back then."

After leaving the aerospace base, Li Yichen drove back to the Future Technology Headquarters Building.

The 66th floor.

The production line for the Celestial Soldier Armor has been running non-stop for the past few months. Ling'er pulled up the delivery list—more than two hundred upgraded Celestial Soldier Armors equipped with energy shields had been delivered to the five major war zones in batches. Every receipt was signed, and all payments had been received.

Li Yichen glanced at the data and nodded in satisfaction.

Then press the elevator button—sixtieth floor.

Ji Yanran's office.

The door was ajar.

The moment he pushed the door open, Ji Yanran was typing on her computer screen. She looked up a fraction of a second faster—her gaze met his face, then quickly bounced back to the screen.

A light pink tinge appeared at the base of her ears.

The air froze for a moment.

Li Yichen cleared his throat and put on what he thought was a sincere smile.

"Yanran, what happened last night...it really wasn't intentional, it was just a slip of the hand—"

Ji Yanran's fingers stopped on the keyboard. She didn't raise her head, and her voice was chilling.

"Not on purpose?"

"Yes, absolutely not—"

"So it was intentional?"

Li Yichen's mouth opened and closed, then closed again.

That's it. No matter what I say, it's wrong.

He wisely shut his mouth, sheepishly walked around to his desk, and shouted towards the door, "Feng Yue! Bring me the documents that need my signature!"

Feng Yue came in carrying a stack of folders that was half her height. Her gaze swept back and forth between Li Yichen and Ji Yanran—one staring blankly at the computer and ignoring everyone, the other huddled in her chair, barely daring to breathe.

The atmosphere was as subtle as the calm before a storm.

Feng Yue silently piled the documents on the table, turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

She only dared to grin in the hallway—her lips twitched several times, but she managed not to laugh out loud.

Li Yichen buried his head in signing.

Turn the page, sign the name, turn the page, sign the name.

The rhythm is mechanical; no nonsense is allowed.

Ji Yanran was handling her own affairs three meters away, and didn't even glance at him the whole time.

After signing hundreds of documents, it was already six o'clock in the evening. The light outside the window slowly dimmed from its golden-orange hue.

Li Yichen put down his pen and stretched his wrists a couple of times. He stood up and walked towards the door, but slowed his pace slightly as he passed Ji Yanran's workstation, his mouth slightly agape—

"Is there anything else?" Ji Yanran asked without even looking up.

"...No. I'm off work."

Li Yichen opened the door and slipped out as if fleeing.

Lobby.

As soon as she pushed open the glass door, she bumped into a figure wearing an administrative department uniform. Xue Shanshan, carrying a canvas bag, was about to leave, looking down at her phone and not paying attention to what was in front of her.

"Why--"

The two nearly collided. Xue Shanshan looked up, paused for a second, and then her dark, grape-like eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother Li!"

Her voice was half a octave higher than usual, and her surprise was written all over her face.

Li Yichen smiled. It had been almost a month since he'd last seen her, and the girl's complexion was much better than before; her cheeks had gotten a bit fuller.

"get off work?"

"Yeah, I just left. You—you're done with your work?" She stared at his face for two seconds, her brows furrowing slightly. "You've lost so much weight!"

"When you're in seclusion, you get so busy you don't even have time to eat."

Xue Shanshan's lips twitched slightly, and her eyes were filled with concern.

"Let's go." Li Yichen reached out and grabbed her wrist, leading her towards the parking lot. "I'll treat you to something nice to make up for not contacting you this month."

"I'll treat you—"

"What are you inviting me for? Get in the car."

Looking up, I came out of the underground parking garage of U8 and headed straight to Omakase, a Japanese restaurant in Lujiazui.

The private room was warmly lit, and the chef served dishes one by one. Xue Shanshan picked up a piece of tuna belly with her chopsticks, chewed for a long time, and finally swallowed it.

"It's so delicious... How much is this slice?"

"Don't ask the price, just eat as much as you want."

"What have you been doing this month? You haven't replied to my messages or answered my calls."

"I made a life-saving device." Li Yichen placed a piece of sea urchin on her plate. "An elder in our family has a serious health problem, and only I can help."

Xue Shanshan paused with her chopsticks, not asking for details, but simply humming in agreement.

"Is that person better now?"

"alright."

"That's good." She lowered her head, ate a mouthful of rice, and smiled.

After the meal.

Li Yichen dragged her into the nearby shopping mall.

"No need, no need, I have enough clothes to wear—"

"What do you mean by 'enough to wear'? Don't worry about that today, I'll pick you to try it on."

He half-pushed, half-pulled Xue Shanshan into the women's clothing section. He held up each new spring item against her: a light blue knitted cardigan, a beige A-line skirt, and an apricot-colored casual suit. She changed into each outfit in the fitting room, and each time she came out, Li Yichen nodded to the sales assistant—"Buy it."

He paused as he passed the watch counter.

"Shanshan, come here."

He pulled a simple rose gold women's watch from the counter, grabbed her wrist, and fastened it to her wrist.

"This is too expensive!"

"It looks good. This is the one."

Finally, they arrived at the jewelry section. A platinum choker, studded with a row of small diamonds, glittered dazzlingly under the lights. Li Yichen held the clasp at the end of the chain with two fingers, went behind her, and fastened it for her.

Xue Shanshan looked down at the thin chain between her collarbones, her entire face turning red from her ears to her neck.

"Brother Li, you spent so much money—"

"You're my girlfriend, shouldn't you spend money on me?"

Xue Shanshan pursed her lips tightly. She lowered her head and didn't speak, but the corners of her lips were turned up so wide that she couldn't suppress them.

The trip cost millions, and the trunk was filled with more than a dozen shopping bags.

Looking up, the U8 was parked downstairs at Xue Shanshan's apartment building.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, hesitated for a moment, and spoke so softly that it was almost drowned out by the air conditioning vents.

"How about... we go upstairs and sit for a while?"

Li Yichen turned his head to the side.

She didn't look at him; her earlobes were bright red, and her fingers were twisting the bag strap.

He stuffed the car keys into his pocket and picked up several bags from the back seat.

"Let's go."

That night, he stayed at Xue Shanshan's house.

The next morning.

The two exited the apartment building one after the other. When they reached the vicinity of the company building, Xue Shanshan suddenly slowed down.

"What's wrong?"

She tugged at his sleeve, her voice low, her face slightly flushed.

"You go first, I'll go in in two minutes."

Why?

"Nobody in the company knows about us... If we're seen going in together, the gossip will definitely start spreading again."

Li Yichen raised an eyebrow.

Xue Shanshan's face flushed even redder: "The rumors about us eating together in the cafeteria last time have been circulating for so long, if they knew that I ate with the boss..."

"Okay, okay." Li Yichen smiled and reached out to pinch the tip of her nose.

He turned and left first.

With his hands in his pockets and his steps neither hurried nor slow, he entered the building's revolving door.

Xue Shanshan stood there, watching his figure disappear into the hallway.

He exhaled, his lips still twitching upwards.

She glanced down at the thin chain on her collarbone that shimmered slightly in the sunlight, smiled for several seconds, and then took a step to follow him.

President's office.

Li Yichen had barely settled into the boss's chair when the door was pushed open.

Ji Yanran walked in carrying a cup of coffee, her high heels clicking on the floor at a leisurely pace.

She stopped opposite the desk, her cup resting on the corner, and glanced at his face.

The first words spoken—

"Where did you go last night?"

His tone was flat, as if he were asking about the weather today.

But what lies beneath those eyes is anything but smooth.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest.

"Over there with Shanshan."

Without hesitation, without ambiguity, open and honest.

Ji Yanran tilted the coffee cup in her hand slightly.

The perfectly controlled curve of his lips tightened for a second, then relaxed.

It turned into a cold snort.

She reached for her coffee cup and turned to walk towards her office area.

His back was straight, and his steps were even.

But the back of my head—that indescribable sourness—could be smelled from three meters away.

Li Yichen stared at that figure for two seconds.

His lips twitched, but he didn't reply.