Zong Cheng was no fool.
With just a glance, he immediately knew which “script” he should follow.
Almost instantly, he shifted and stepped in front of Yin Chen.
“So this is Young Master Wan. I’ve long heard of your great reputation.”
As he spoke, his gaze flickered left and right. “But I didn’t expect to meet Young Master Wan in a place like this… and to see that you also know President Yin. What a coincidence?”
The words coincidence were deliberately enunciated with a peculiar emphasis, as if hinting at something.
Dongfang Wan felt the mockery in Zong Cheng’s tone, and his expression immediately hardened.
He scowled, his face darkening. “Which family does this Zong Cheng belong to? I’ve been around in these circles for years, yet I’ve never heard of the surname Zong.”
Zong Cheng shrugged.
“I can’t compare to Young Master Wan’s noble background. I’m just an ordinary self-made businessman, fortunate enough to be chosen by President Yin for this collaboration.”
Though his words sounded modest, his expression betrayed none of it.
Yin Chen quietly took out his phone behind him.
Zong Cheng’s tone was entirely different from before, but…
A glance at Dongfang Wan’s twisted expression was enough for Yin Chen to make a mental note.
Collaboration?
If he hadn’t mentioned cooperation, it would have been fine—but now that he did, Dongfang Wan’s expression turned even more ferocious.
After trying every method to find Yin Chen over the past few days without success, he finally tracked him down—only to learn that Yin Chen had already decided to work with someone else?
As he opened his mouth, a sudden realization struck him.
Something was off.
What sort of company was Zong Cheng’s? A third-rate small company, with no backing—who would dare challenge him?
He glanced at Yin Chen, then whipped his head toward Lin Yuhan, teeth gritted.
“You’re colluding with them against me?”
Lin Yuhan was utterly confused.
Colluding…?
Then it clicked. Anger surged.
“Can you think before you speak? Did I tell you to follow me, or investigate me? If you’re going to make accusations, at least have proof! You came here on your own—what does that have to do with me?”
Dongfang Wan frowned, suspicion lingering in his tone.
“It’s really not you?”
Then why was Yin Chen here?
And why was he coincidentally discussing a project that Dongfang Group wanted?
Seeing Dongfang Wan’s doubt, Lin Yuhan felt a chill in his chest.
Today, he truly saw through Dongfang Wan. He had been blind!
He sneered and took a few steps back.
“You wanted to talk to Yin Chen about the project? He’s right here. Talk. I’m no longer an employee of Dongfang Group—I have no right to stand by you, Young Master Wan. I’m leaving, and staying far away!”
He flicked his hand and turned to leave.
If he didn’t, he feared he might really lash out and make Dongfang Wan regret it.
“You…”
Dongfang Wan was stunned, then overwhelmed by a sense of humiliation.
Lin Yuhan just… walked away?
How dare he leave without a word?
What did he take him for?
“Seems Young Master Wan is quite busy?”
Yin Chen finally spoke.
He lifted his chin slightly, casually glancing at Dongfang Wan’s standing position.
“In that case, I’d appreciate it if Young Master Wan didn’t block our way.”
His tone was calm, almost indifferent—but Dongfang Wan read a trace of mockery.
He clenched his fists, eyes dark with fury, and sneered at Zong Cheng.
“President Yin is joking. The path is wide—President Yin may pass freely.”
“Just a reminder: Dongfang Group has absolute strength and financial power. If Yin Corporation chooses to work with Dongfang Group, it will be a win-win. President Yin needn’t concern himself with small companies that few even know about. Dongfang Group is Yin Corporation’s top choice.”
Zong Cheng stood still, motionless.
Was anyone talking to him? He didn’t seem to hear a word. Hah.
Yin Chen’s expression was mildly surprised.
“Young Master Wan is joking.”
“As I said, the decision rests with my top team at Yin Corporation, not me personally. If Dongfang Group is interested in bidding, they should contact our market department.”
Me, the future heir of Dongfang Group, negotiating with your market department staff?
Dongfang Wan almost felt like fainting from anger at Yin Chen’s seemingly casual remark.
“So President Yin isn’t going to give Dongfang Group face?”
Yin Chen remained unruffled.
“I’m not refusing to give face—business is business. I have other matters, so I won’t chat further with Young Master Wan. Give my regards to the Dongfang patriarch. Last time he came to Yin Corporation personally, I must admit my hospitality was lacking.”
He nodded slightly, then glanced at Zong Cheng.
Zong Cheng’s heart skipped. He stepped forward, following, heads turning in unison—both leaving without looking back.
Only Dongfang Wan remained, exuding gloom.
He stared at Yin Chen’s retreating back, then at the curious onlookers peeking from the private rooms, and burst into rage.
“What are you looking at? Should I have your eyes gouged out?”
Each head immediately shrank back; doors clicked shut.
Some secretly photographed or recorded videos, showing disdain at Dongfang Wan’s departing figure.
Who nowadays thinks being a rich second generation means anything?
A viral Weibo post would teach them a lesson!
Exiting the hotpot restaurant, Yin Chen was in a fairly good mood.
He glanced at Zong Cheng, voice unusually gentle.
“Thanks for tonight, President Zong.”
Thanking him for coming without asking questions—and for perfectly following his “script.”
Zong Cheng, hearing the gratitude, was slightly flattered.
This was Yin Chen, after all!
“President Yin, it was nothing, just a small favor.”
Yet…
Zong Cheng couldn’t resist asking cautiously,
“President Yin, about the cooperation matter you mentioned—do you mean that?”
This was about future development—he couldn’t ignore it!
Seeing Zong Cheng so concerned, Yin Chen’s expression softened slightly.
Zong Cheng’s breath caught, body stiffening.
Yin Chen smiled faintly, extending a hand.
“I heard you owe some of my market department staff a meal? Wonder if you’d mind if I join next time?”
Ah—so that means yes.
Zong Cheng’s brows shot up with joy, gripping Yin Chen’s hand. His tanned, large hand exchanged warmth with Yin Chen’s slightly delicate, fair one.
A touch, then they released.
“Of course, it would be an honor.”
Tonight’s appearance fee was worth it!
Seeing Zong Cheng’s elation, Yin Chen retracted his hand and said lightly,
“Surprising—I thought after recent events, President Zong wouldn’t want to dine with me for now.”
Awkward.
Frozen.
Zong Cheng’s joyful smile stiffened; his pride hardened and cracked into pieces.
…Really, can’t let him off?
Let’s not mention the past, okay?
Life is hard enough.
He shivered as he saw the subtle smile at Yin Chen’s lips, feeling exasperated.
He had begun to understand Yin Chen’s character—a bit mischievous!
“…It’s my honor to dine with President Yin. I apologize for my previous rudeness.”
Zong Cheng forced a laugh.
His gaze naturally fell on Yin Chen’s Adam’s apple, blinking.
By the way, Yin Chen’s style today seemed drastically different.
A sudden inspiration struck Zong Cheng:
“President Yin, today’s outfit… exceptionally handsome.”
“Is that so?”
Yin Chen blinked and cleared his throat.
“Thank you.”
Zong Cheng froze.
His height advantage gave him a clear view of Yin Chen’s ears, slightly flushed beneath his hair.
And gradually, they were becoming more vividly colored.
This is…?
Was he… shy from being complimented?
Zong Cheng could hardly believe it.
What kind of person was Yin Chen?
Would he really get flustered over such a simple remark?
Impossible!
…But the fact was right in front of him.
Ah, but now, what was he supposed to do?
Keep complimenting him? Or just stand there frozen?
Zong Cheng fidgeted, his eyes unconsciously following Yin Chen.
Though the compliment had sounded casual, it was genuinely heartfelt.
Today, Yin Chen truly looked different.
He wore a solid-color sweater, slightly loose, making him appear somewhat slender and delicate.
But to Zong Cheng, that was just perfect…
?
Zong Cheng jolted.
Not perfect? Perfect how? Perfect where?
What had he been thinking just now?
Yin Chen happened to look up, a puzzled expression on his face.
Their eyes met, and Zong Cheng’s heart skipped two beats.
Yin Chen asked, “…You think you’re handsome too?”
“I didn’t mean that…”
Zong Cheng silently covered his face.
He wished he could just bundle himself up and toss himself into the trash.
“Just joking,” he muttered.
Yin Chen glanced at his watch. “It’s late. Did you drive here, or should I take you back?”
Though teasing Zong Cheng had been fun, if he pushed it any further, he might just scare him to death.
Noticing the redness creeping up Zong Cheng’s ears, he hesitated slightly.
“No, no, I drove myself.”
Zong Cheng wouldn’t dare accept a ride.
He feared that even staying one more second might make him embarrass himself to death.
“President Yin, drive safely. I’ll be leaving first.”
Before finishing, he had already disappeared.
In such a rush?
Yin Chen raised an eyebrow.
He glanced at a notebook Zong Cheng had contributed, a faint, unreadable smile flickering in his eyes, then turned to leave.
Learning—truly a wonderful thing.
The next morning, Yin Chen received a message from Lin Yuhan:
“Thanks for last night. Also, please convey my thanks to Mr. Zong. By the way, I’ve decided to change jobs. I’m leaving Dongfang Group.”
Somewhat unexpected?
Yet somehow fitting.
Yin Chen pondered, then replied:
“Then I wish you all the best.”
“Ding~”
Receiving the message, Lin Yuhan instinctively glanced at it.
After a second of silence, his mood was… complicated.
How to put it?
His resignation had gone incredibly smoothly, like a full-body release after drinking a potent laxative—completely liberating.
The reason was simple.
His worries from last night had indeed come true: Dongfang Wan had once again become a hot topic online.
#RealRichKidFace
The trending post was a seven-second edited clip.
The first three seconds showed Dongfang Wan’s face when Yin Chen addressed him as Young Master Wan. The last four seconds captured him swearing at the entrance of the private room.
The juxtaposition blew up Weibo.
【I know Dongfang Group, I know Dongfang Lie, but which idiot is this Young Master Wan? I’ve never even heard of him from your dad!】
【True rich-kid attitude. Young Master Wan? Laughable. You threaten to gouge someone’s eyes for looking at you? Then why not remove your own while looking in the mirror every day?】
【Wow, impressive. This trending topic is legit. I’m sure no one paid for it. Let me share it with a few more people so they can witness this rarity. Truly hilarious—never thought such a species still existed, luckily no entrance fee yet.】
【Dongfang Group really is something. Fine, then I won’t use your stuff in the future. Seriously impressive. If one day you spend my money, what about my eyeballs? Scary!】
Dongfang Group’s PR team was dumbfounded.
In the middle of the night!
Who would’ve thought?
In the middle of the night, they had to wake up to clean up after their future heir.
They worked all night to remove the trending post, but it couldn’t stop the group’s stock from plummeting at market opening.
Many netizens directly left fierce comments on their official accounts, and hundreds of accounts had to be banned before things calmed down.
Overworked employees silently cursed but endured, seeing the money involved.
Dongfang Lie nearly passed out watching the stock plunge.
When learning Yin Corporation’s collaboration had also fallen through, he first felt the urge to strangle Dongfang Wan.
Finally, after swallowing a few heart-rate pills, he merely locked Dongfang Wan in the old mansion to “reflect on his actions.”
Coincidentally, Lin Yuhan arrived then.
Upon seeing him, Dongfang Lie immediately gave him a harsh “Get lost.”
Lin Yuhan swore he had never resigned so smoothly in his life.
Yin Chen’s blessing had been entirely sincere.
When leaving, Lin Yuhan tidied his desk, and a few colleagues approached.
“Lin Yuhan, you probably haven’t worked in a big company. In groups like ours, you can’t take anything when resigning.”
“Exactly. Who knows if someone leaving will sell internal secrets to another company?”
“Yeah. Why bother packing? You don’t have anything valuable here anyway. If I were you, I’d just leave.”
Lin Yuhan rolled his eyes internally.
“Right? Who knows if anyone would even buy the internal secrets? Most of it’s probably outdated, unorganized reports anyway.”
“Eh, well, besides this cup I bought for ten bucks, there’s nothing valuable here.”
He shrugged theatrically.
“Leave the rest to you. I’m out.”
And with that, he grabbed his cup and left—ignoring the unpleasant looks behind him.
Before, he’d endured it for Dongfang Wan’s sake. Now?
Hah!
Not wasting time after resigning, Lin Yuhan informed his landlord he would move out.
Not for any other reason—two-bedroom, one-living-room apartments at 3,500 a month were too expensive for his poor self.
He couldn’t resist venting to Yin Chen:
“I’m such an idiot. Only now I realize it. Dongfang Wan’s family has countless mansions, yet I stubbornly rented a two-bedroom apartment, paying 3,500 a month just in case he ever visited. Compared to palace concubines in ancient times, I’m worse—they at least had the emperor supporting them!”
And him?
Funny enough, most of the time, he’d been relying on Yin Chen!
The thought made Lin Yuhan blush with shame.
“By the way, I calculated how much I spent on you before—it’s quite a bit. Once I find a new job, I’ll repay you. Since the money was anonymous, let it bear your surname, Yin.”
Yin Chen replied quickly:
“No need. Once spent, it’s no longer my Yin Corporation’s money. If it bothers you, you can use your Lin money to treat me to hotpot a few times in the future.”
Lin Yuhan stared at the message for a while, wiping his eyes.
“Ah, people really can change… so much difference.”
Muttering to himself, he quickly found a new apartment online.
Same complex as before, same layout.
But this time, it was a shared apartment—one bedroom per person, sharing kitchen, balcony, and bathroom.
The landlord had one requirement: cleanliness.
Lin Yuhan was perfect for that.
He contacted them.
“Hello?”
A slightly hoarse but youthful male voice answered.
Lin Yuhan explained about renting. The voice responded with a questioning “Mm,” and asked:
“Did you see the note? I want a clean roommate. If you can’t guarantee it, no need to come see the apartment.”
Lin Yuhan immediately assured:
“No problem! I’m really quite clean, definitely not sloppy.”
He even wanted to list more proofs, but the landlord just responded:
“Then if you’re free now, come take a look.”
Ah? That was it?
Lin Yuhan, stunned, quickly agreed.
He found the 13th-floor apartment—the layout was excellent, with north-south ventilation and great sunlight.
Even though he had rented in the same complex before, this apartment was far superior.
At the door, he made up his mind to rent it. The conditions were too good.
“Here to see the apartment?”
The door opened. A young man in a black hoodie, earphones dangling from his ears, peered at him—pale skin, clearly not often outdoors.
Lin Yuhan blinked. The landlord was so young?
“Come in.”
The young man gestured.
“Oh, okay, thanks!”
Lin Yuhan quickly stepped inside.
The moment he entered, he was stunned.
How to describe it?
Clean? Extremely clean? Impeccably clean?
He barely noticed the furniture—just the spotless floor and walls.
The floor was so polished it could reflect him!
No wonder the landlord required a tidy roommate.
“Although it’s impolite to ask, I have to.”
The young man waited for Lin Yuhan to regain his composure, then pointed at his wrist.
“Can you guarantee daily cleanliness looking like this?”
Lin Yuhan looked down, a little guilty.
The young man sighed, removing one earphone.
“I bet you’re here because the rent is only 800. But I must make it clear: this is my own place, and I have one requirement for roommates—cleanliness. Maybe you should look elsewhere.”
What?
Only 800 for rent in this area?
Lin Yuhan could only hear the number 800, nothing else.
He had thought it was 1,800!
Only 800?
Then he absolutely had to take it!
On impulse, Lin Yuhan blurted:
“No problem! I can do it with my feet!”