The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

Yun Ziang's fingers flew across the phone screen as he meticulously wrote down her instructions.

Just as he was about to say that he would show it to his father in a little while, Zhang Ting's phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Ting answered the phone, and after listening for only a few words, her expression changed. She lowered her voice and said into the receiver:

"Suppress it, we must suppress it. There's not much time left for the bidding process, we absolutely cannot let it leak out at this time."

After Zhang Ting hung up the phone, Yun Ziang immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Reporters went to the hospital and interviewed the injured migrant workers. I don't know who led them there, but now several media outlets are camped out at the hospital, asking about the construction site safety accident." Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Ting's forehead.

Yun Zi'ang's face darkened.

Four accidents occurred at the construction site in one month. Someone planted an evil spell on the site. Now, the reporter has accurately located the hospital. This series of events is linked together, and someone is definitely behind it all.

He turned to Zhang Ting and said, "You go deal with the reporters first, we'll take a taxi back later."

Zhang Ting hesitated for a moment, looked at Xiao Jin, then at Yun Ziang, and finally nodded, then quickly ran towards the parking lot.

Meanwhile, in the conference room on the top floor of the Yunshi Building in Beijing, an impromptu strategy meeting was underway.

Outside the window, the sun blazed down, but inside the meeting room, the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

Yun Mingyi sat in a wheelchair with a thick tender document spread out in front of him, surrounded by key personnel involved in the land bidding process.

Lu Zong sat to Yun Mingyi's right, crossed his legs, and casually flipped through the financial calculation sheets.

Yun Ziqian sat to Yun Mingyi's left, a lingering gloom weighing on his brow.

"How's it going in Nanhai City?" Yun Mingyi turned a page of the tender documents without looking up.

Yun Ziqian put down his coffee cup: "Vice Chairman Yun suffered a minor injury, a fracture in his left arm, but it's nothing serious. However, another accident occurred at the construction site. This morning, reporters went to the hospital to interview the injured migrant workers, and Zhang Ting is handling the situation."

"We absolutely cannot have any safety incidents reported at this time," Lu Zong said, raising his eyes slightly and speaking in a serious tone. "The pre-qualification for the bidding conference is in ten days. The projects in Nanhai City and Binhe City are listed on the group's financial statements. If a safety incident is reported by the media, it will be very difficult for us to pass the review committee."

Yun Ziqian nodded: "I know. I've already sent someone to suppress it."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Yun Mingyi and hesitated, asking, "What are your plans regarding the ancient general's ruins in the Binhe City Resort Area?"

Before Yun Mingyi could speak, Lü Zong said, "President, my opinion is to maintain the status quo."

"Yun's Real Estate has been shrinking in recent years, with few profitable projects. The resort area is one of the few assets with stable cash flow. If it were to close down now, it would have a huge impact on the group's profitability."

He paused, his tone tinged with disdain, "Besides, the general's tomb site is at the bottom of the lake, and the experts have only conducted preliminary explorations; there is no definitive archaeological report yet."

"As long as we don't tell, no one will know."

Yun Ziqian glanced coldly at Lü Zong, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "You mean, you knew but didn't report it?"

"The higher-ups have repeatedly emphasized that any cultural relics discovered during development must be reported. Aren't you afraid that they'll be unearthed later and drag our entire riverside project down with them?"

Lu Zong's expression remained unchanged, and he was about to retort when Yun Mingyi raised his hand to stop the two from arguing.

He turned to Yun Ziqian and asked, "How valuable is the site? I mean its archaeological value."

Yun Ziqian pulled a neatly bound report from his briefcase and placed it in front of Yun Mingyi: "I've already had experts verify it. The report just came out; there's more than one general's tomb at the bottom of the lake."

"Below is a whole burial complex, which is of extremely high value."

Yun Mingyi took the report and flipped through it page by page.

When he turned to the conclusion page, his finger stopped.

"Report it." He said these two words calmly.

Lu Zong's expression froze: "President, you should know what this decision means."

"If the resort closes down, the riverside prime land we're bidding for will lose its cash flow support during the evaluation process. You know the value of that land better than I do..."

"A deal worth hundreds of billions is certainly too much for the Yun family to handle on their own," Yun Mingyi interrupted Lü Zong, tapping his finger lightly on the cover of the tender document. "I never intended to acquire the land solely through the Yun family's efforts."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Yun Ziqian's gaze fell on Yun Mingyi. He blinked, then realized what was happening, and his eyes were filled with admiration.

Lu Zong frowned, as if trying to gauge the weight of those words.

"The General's Tomb Site Complex, dating back to the Great Ning Dynasty, is well-preserved. This is a unique bargaining chip in the hands of the Yun family," Yun Mingyi said slowly. "After the report is submitted, we can proactively offer to cooperate with archaeological protection and designate the core area of ​​the site as cultural relic protection land."

"Then, using this as leverage, we negotiate with the government, not for money, but for policy benefits and priority in land allocation. We exchange our contribution to cultural heritage preservation for the targeted transfer of riverside land, and bring in several other companies to acquire the land together. Yun provides the resources and qualifications, while they provide the funds, forming a consortium."

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone in the conference room: "A plot of land worth hundreds of billions, if one company can't handle it all, then five companies can share it. The Yun family doesn't need to be the one paying the most."

"Yun only needs to be the one who brings everyone together."

Lü Zong fell silent.

He wanted to refute it, but found himself unable to find a point to refute.

Yun Ziqian glanced at Lü Zong, and the mocking curve at the corner of his mouth finally turned into a genuine smile.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour, and the details of each line were finalized one by one.

After the meeting, Yun Mingyi returned to his office, closed the tender documents and put them aside, then rubbed his temples.

The assistant knocked and came in, holding today's visitor registration form in his hand, standing in front of the desk as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"President, we have a visitor this afternoon."

Yun Mingyi didn't look up: "Didn't you say you didn't have an appointment this afternoon? I won't see you."

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then spoke very softly: "It's Sister Wenwen."

Yun Mingyi's hand froze in mid-air.

It was as if all sound had been suddenly sucked out of the office.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that his assistant thought he wouldn't speak again.

Then he said, "Let her in."

The door was gently pushed open and then gently closed.

The high heels made almost no sound on the carpet. The newcomer wore an elegant long dress, her long hair was loosely tied back, and her makeup was light.

She walked to the desk, stopped, looked at the man behind it who was working diligently with his head down, and smiled slightly.

"Mingyi, you still love your work so much."

Yun Mingyi raised his head.

He thought he was ready.

But the moment he saw that face, those things he had suppressed deep in his heart stirred.

The two met in high school, during their youthful days when their hearts were just beginning to stir with love.

Then the two parted ways because of their future plans. When they met again, they had both grown up. Wen Wen was a dancer in an art troupe, and Yun Mingyi had just taken over the company.

Their unexpected encounter seemed like destiny, and everything followed naturally. They came together again and spent a wonderful time together.

It wasn't until Yun Mingyi injured his leg while saving Wen Wen that Wen Wen accompanied him abroad for treatment. Less than half a year later, Wen Wen returned to China alone for work.

Now she stands before him, dressed as she was when they first met.

It's as if those unbearable memories never happened.

"Yun Mingyi, you're back in Beijing." She spoke softly, taking two steps forward. "Are you... alright?"

Yun Mingyi remained silent.

"I came uninvited today just to ask if we could have dinner together." She lowered her eyelashes. "I've been abroad for the past few years and have been trying to contact you, but I was afraid of disturbing your rehabilitation."

"I know you definitely don't want to see me, but I came anyway."

Yun Mingyi finally raised his head, his gaze coldly falling on her face, his tone as indifferent as if discussing business:

"I still have a lot of things to take care of today."

Wen Wen was not deterred by his coldness.

She understood the man's character better than anyone else.

He responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

As long as she continues to adopt a humble attitude and stand pitifully in front of him, he will soften his heart.

This was something she had verified countless times and had never failed.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she lowered her voice even more: "Then I won't bother you."

"I'll wait for you outside. We'll go eat whenever you're done with your work, okay?"