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General Star Top Floor.

Lu Zichuan had just finished a meeting, his neck stiff and sore. He leaned back in his chair, pressing his index and middle fingers hard against his throbbing temples. He had worked on three major projects in a row, and was severely sleep-deprived; even his vision was blurry.

"Knock knock knock"

The office door was pounded on, and Assistant Wang practically burst in, his face deathly pale and a bead of sweat on his forehead: "Mr. Lu, something terrible has happened!"

He was out of breath, the hem of his suit jacket was slightly lifted because he was running so fast, and he almost dropped the tablet computer in his hand.

Lu Zichuan lowered his hand, his brow furrowing slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Then, the Xu family has sent people again!" Assistant Wang panted, speaking at a rapid pace like a machine gun. After Su Manman caused trouble last time, the building's security system was strengthened, but it only registered the information of Xu Zhesheng and Su Manman. As soon as they appeared, the building's security guards would receive the message and immediately go up to subdue them.

But Zhang Feng's wasn't recorded.

Assistant Wang had only met Zhang Feng when he accompanied her to the hospital last time. He didn't recognize her at first glance when he bumped into her in the elevator.

Zhang Feng was wearing a dark red coat today, and her hair was neatly combed. She was carrying nothing in her hands and greeted people with a smile. She was completely unlike the shrew who stood with her hands on her hips and cursed people in the hospital last time. But this smiling tiger was even more frightening.

He came up to report without even thinking.

"What?" Lu Zichuan stood up abruptly, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

He grabbed his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair and strode towards the door: "Who's here?"

The assistant jogged after him, reporting that the man's voice was still tinged with panic: "It's Xu Zhesheng's mother, the one who almost gave Miss Shen a thorough dressing-down at the hospital last time."

Upon hearing that it was Zhang Feng, Lu Zichuan's face darkened, and he quickened his pace.

His brows were furrowed in a tight knot, and an uncontrollable chill surged in his eyes.

Does the Xu family think they're living too comfortably?

All he does is come to the General Star to cause trouble for Shen Zhiyi all day long. Does he really think Lu Zichuan is just a decoration?

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Lu Zichuan strode out, almost running towards the editing room. When he hurriedly pushed open the door, the expected chaos did not occur. Instead, he saw Shen Zhiyi and Yang Chun'er eating in a harmonious atmosphere, with two or three dishes in front of them, their chopsticks clinking softly against the rim of their bowls.

His gaze first relaxed, then fell on the two insulated containers.

Two brand-new insulated containers, which looked to keep food warm very well, with steam still rising from the food inside.

"President Lu?" Shen Zhiyi saw Lu Zichuan first, with a piece of pork rib in her mouth and her cheeks bulging like a hamster.

She froze for a moment, then quickly grabbed a tissue to spit out what was in her mouth. She stood up in a flustered manner, nearly knocking over the chair next to her: "What happened? Was the edit I just submitted not up to standard?"

She stood ramrod straight, her expression somewhat flustered, with a bit of oil still glistening at the corner of her mouth.

"You could have just told me, I would have come up myself. Why make the whole trip alone?"

Having spent time together the day before yesterday, she has become much less wary of Lu Zichuan these past two days.

Lu Zichuan pursed his lips, shifting his gaze from the insulated container: "Nothing happened here?"

Shen Zhiyi shook her head, her gaze honest: "No... what's wrong?"

"Who sent this food?" Lu Zichuan stared at the thermos, his voice low.

"Oh, Zhizhi said it's a friend of hers. The food is alright, better than the cafeteria food. Mr. Lu, would you like some? Shall I get you some?"

Seeing that Lu Zichuan's gaze was fixed on their food, Yang Chun'er assumed he wanted to eat too, and warmly invited him to sit down. Anyway, there was plenty of food, and she and Shen Zhiyi couldn't finish it both times. If Lu Zichuan came, it might be just right.

"Mr. Lu...would you like some too?"

Shen Zhiyi hesitated for a moment. These were all ordinary home-cooked dishes. Would someone like Lu Zichuan, who had grown up in luxury, want to eat these?

Besides, she and Yang Chun'er had already started eating and used their bowls and chopsticks. Inviting him to eat with them now seemed rather impolite.

Surprisingly, Lu Zichuan loosened his tie, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then, without changing his expression, sat down in the empty seat next to Shen Zhiyi: "Really? Since it was made by your friend, I'll try some too. You don't mind, do you?"

Shen Zhiyi hurriedly waved her hand, "No problem at all, it's our honor to have you here. Please help yourself!"

She figured she wasn't a petty person; it was just a meal, what was there to mind? Lu Zichuan's question seemed rather strange.

What's even stranger is that he should have refused!

As the CEO of a prestigious company, sitting and eating with them in his office—if his other colleagues saw this, wouldn't he be ruining his image?

But she dared not say it.

His gaze swept toward Assistant Wang, only to see him looking at Lu Zichuan with a kind expression and even a hint of a smile of relief on his lips, showing no intention of stopping him whatsoever.

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

Okay, let's eat together then.

As the editing team members gradually finished their meals and returned to their offices, ready to relax, they were suddenly struck by the sight of Lu Zichuan, a figure rarely seen in their position. Everyone froze, their previous relaxed demeanor vanishing, replaced by a flustered murmur: "Mr. Lu!"

Lu Zichuan finished the last bite of rice in his bowl before slowly picking up a tissue from the table to wipe his mouth. He looked up at them and gave them a slight nod: "Don't be nervous. I just happened to be here for a meal. You can rest if you need to, don't be shy."

That's what they say, but who dares to actually rest?

Besides, the fact that President Lu suddenly appeared here makes me think there's something fishy going on.

Everyone sat down, their eyes constantly glancing this way.

"I've finished eating." Lu Zichuan got up to clean up the crumbs on the table, but Shen Zhiyi was quick and said first, "Then Mr. Lu, you can go upstairs when you're done eating. I'll take care of things here."

Just kidding. Back home, they were friends, but here, he's the boss of the General Stars. How could she dare let him personally handle the packing?

What if other people saw this?

Lu Zichuan wanted to say something, but Shen Zhiyi frantically winked at him, her eyes carrying a hint of pleading.

His quirky and mischievous appearance stirred something within Lu Zichuan.

He hadn't seen her treat him like this in a long time.

Although she didn't want anyone to know about her relationship with him, it was good that it made her lower her guard.

He curved his lips into a smile, adopting the demeanor of a vice president, "Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Xiao Shen."

After saying that, he walked out calmly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

As Shen Zhiyi cleaned up the crumbs on the table, she belatedly wondered why Lu Zichuan would come to the editing room at this time. Could it be that he knew Zhang Fenglai was worried about her being bullied, so he came on his own?