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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nYan Rusheng groaned from inside his office.

n“Come in.”

nXuxu pushed open the door and stood rooted to the spot—she had no intention of stepping into the room.

n“President Yan, it’s time to leave, so if there’s nothing else I’m heading off.”

nYan Rusheng looked up from a stack of files and frowned slightly. “Have you finished your work?”

nWen Xuxu frowned as well. “There’s so much work to do, I couldn’t possibly finish it all in a day.”

nShe did not hide her unhappiness and showed how irritated she was through her tone.

n“Wen Xuxu! How dare you…” Yan Rusheng wanted to chide Wen Xuxu, but he suddenly thought of something and ridiculed, “Oh right, you’re not alone now, someone’s waiting for you elsewhere.”

nEver since Jiang Zhuoheng returned, her attitude towards Yan Rusheng had changed completely, solely because Jiang Zhuoheng had her back.

nWen Xuxu smiled coldly and left without giving him an answer. She said—”Bye”—and closed the door behind her.

nLooking at the closed door, Yan Rusheng was tempted to throw his ashtray at it.

nHe felt so agitated all of a sudden.

nLooking at the pile of work left undone, Yan Rusheng was no longer in the mood to carry on.

nHe took out an exquisite box of cigarettes from his drawer and was about to light one up.

n“President Yan, smoking is bad for your health. The Chairman wants me to keep an eye on you to prevent you from smoking.”

nWen Xuxu’s nagging still rang in his ears.

nHe was stunned and his hand froze.

nHis thick eyebrows twisted.

nIdiot, keep your eyes on Jiang Zhuoheng. Stay out of my business.

nYoung Master Yan tended to hold grudges, so he lit up his cigarette and started smoking.

nHe rested his head on the director’s chair, cigarette in one hand, and his other stroking the middle of his eyebrows.

nAfter a long day of work with no rest, he was exhausted.

nHalfway through his cigarette, he put it out. As per usual, he would finish a cup of water after his smoke. But to his horror, the cup was empty.

n“Wen Xuxu.”

nHe shouted at the door like never before, but no one was there to answer him.

nHe then realized that Wen Xuxu was gone.

nAlthough he was upset and incredibly angry, he still dragged his body to the pantry for water.

nTaking sips in between, he walked back to his desk when suddenly his phone rang.

nHe looked at the caller ID and picked up the phone immediately, pressing it closely at his ear.

nSeveral elated voices from a few Young Masters could be heard from the other side of the line: “Third Master Yan, we got Professor Zhou’s personal number! When are you going to treat us as thanks?”

nYoung Master Yan’s face sank and he snapped, “Cut the bullsh*t, send the number to me now.”

nThe person on the other line didn’t dare to make another joke and agreed. After hanging up, Yan Rusheng received the number immediately.

nYan Rusheng dialed the number, and after a few rings, a warm and deep voice answered.

n“Hello, may I ask who this is?”

n“Professor Zhou, this is Yan Rusheng. Do you remember me?”

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nWen Xuxu reached the office on time as per usual, but Yan Rusheng was nowhere to be found.

nTo her surprise, she didn’t see him for the entire afternoon.

nIn the past, every time he went out on a business errand, he would bring her along. If not, he would at least let her know of his whereabouts.

n“Come look! President Yan is in the headlines again!”

nWen Xuxu had been busy catching up with all the work left undone because of the business trip, so she was excited to see what was going on.

nPresident Yan is in the headlines again?

nXuxu raised her eyebrows in amazement and searched the Internet out of curiosity. Indeed, in the entertainment section, Yan Rusheng’s picture filled the headlines.

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