Yin Corporation’s Planning Department.
Recently, the department had entered “hibernation mode.”
The entire office was shrouded in gloom, dead serious and lifeless.
Passing by any desk at random, one would see employees with hair so dark and glossy it was almost suspicious—had they wandered into the wrong department?
That morning, as usual, the team arrived bright and early.
They rushed up to their department head, full of excitement.
“Boss! Boss! Do we have any assignments today?”
The department head looked at them with a look of utter despair.
He spread out the few, rare tasks in his hands, and the team peered at them.
“…Again, these?”
“These clients have zero taste.”
“Exactly, it’s so boring. I could finish all this in a single morning.”
“Sigh… my wife keeps asking why I don’t stay late at the office. She even asked if there’s going to be layoffs. Boss, don’t we have anything more exciting, something challenging?”
Hearing their complaints, the department head felt like crying himself.
“Do you think I don’t want challenging projects? It’s the clients who are the problem! Last time, I prepared eight proposals! Eight! But they approved the first one immediately! Do you know how painful that was for me? My other seven babies didn’t even get a glance from the client before they were gone!”
QUQ… his children!
His talent!
…
He knew this department shouldn’t even exist anymore.
Assistant Ah Mao stood by the door, silently observing.
He glanced at Yin Chen.
Really, did this planning team even realize that the so-called “clients” they were complaining about… were actually Mr. Yin himself?
Yin Chen caught Ah Mao’s gaze and remained utterly calm.
Was that his fault?
The planning team had originally submitted the best proposal first, and he had graciously waved it through. Was that his fault?
Well, then… perfect.
A slow smile spread across Yin Chen’s face.
Five minutes later, in the conference room.
The planning department head looked like his life had just been turned upside down.
Who was this person?
Where was he?
What had Yin Chen just said?
He understood each word individually, but together… it made no sense at all.
This wasn’t going to work.
Yin Chen tapped on the table.
“So, planning team, can you handle this?”
“Handle what?”
The department head blurted out instinctively.
Ah Mao: “?”
Was he trying to quit?
The next second, a sharp pain from his foot brought the department head back to reality.
He twisted in agony, his face contorted, and blinked at Yin Chen.
“You… you want us to plan… your wedding with Zong Cheng?”
“Problem?”
Yin Chen stared at him expressionlessly.
The department head finally sensed an opportunity and shivered slightly.
Then, excitement took over. He jumped to his feet.
“Of course not! Serving Mr. Yin is our honor! We can do it! How many proposals would you like?”
“Ten each! How about that?”
He forced the words down, leaving a trace of rational thought amid sheer joy.
Of course, it was completely doable.
Still… he had to consider the single members of the team.
Wasn’t something off about this department to begin with?
Ah Mao stood behind Yin Chen, his expression one of “I just can’t even.”
He had never seen such a fresh, unpretentious “work-to-the-bone” spirit.
If he remembered correctly…
The ultimate dream of the planning department staff—was to wear wigs.
Yin Chen typed a single question mark in thought.
No wonder he had asked Ah Mao to come earlier; that expression made sense now.
So, the head of the planning department he had recruited—was some rare genius in the human world?
How on earth had this person even joined the company?
These thoughts flickered through Yin Chen’s mind as he remained calm and composed.
“Ten proposals then. Deadline… early next month—”
He paused, noticing the disappointed look on the department head’s face.
A strange silence followed for two seconds.
Then he slowly amended it.
“Submit by next Monday.”
“Got it! Mr. Yin, I’ll get them to work immediately!”
The department head’s voice soared with excitement.
Next Monday!
Thrilling!
That meant tonight he could finally live his dream of staying late at the office until midnight!
Bliss!
Yin Chen watched the department head march off with an unrestrained lightness in his step, then turned slowly to Ah Mao.
“What’s going on with this planning department?”
Ah Mao gave a silent look back.
It wasn’t surprising—they always had their talent overlooked, and were starved for recognition.
…
But every proposal the team submitted was perfectly suitable, wasn’t it?
Hmm?
Yin Chen noticed something on the wall.
A photo wall.
But… why was it so dark?
He examined it silently.
The photos showed wigs of all kinds of styles, and he sank into thought.
“Am I seeing this correctly? The title says—Our Dream?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Ah Mao nodded slowly.
No wonder Yin Chen always hesitated to enter this department—it always gave him a chill.
The head returned to the department, loudly sharing the joyous news.
It was the smell of overtime!
The aura of working late!
The bright, shining future!
He finished speaking, ready to receive the applause from his staff.
Yet, as his words fell, the entire department fell silent.
“?”
“What’s wrong?”
He looked puzzled.
One staff member spoke softly:
“Boss, think about it… what exactly are we supposed to plan?”
“Mr. Yin’s wedding plan. What’s wrong with that?”
The department head had no clue.
A girl pouted and looked at him.
“We’re all going to plan Mr. Yin’s wedding… so does that mean we have to give a gift? How much do we have to give to not seem stingy?”
Gift money for Mr. Yin’s wedding QAQ… how much would be enough to pass muster?
The department head froze.
He slowly glanced at his pants pocket.
Empty, hollow, as cold and desolate as his current mood.
How had he not thought of this issue?
Monday night, at the villa.
Zong Cheng was stunned.
Tang Chen was dumbfounded.
Mrs. Tang’s jaw practically hit the floor.
The three of them stared at the stack of documents on the table, then gradually shifted their gazes to Yin Chen.
Today, Yin Chen wore a silk top, exuding gentle warmth.
He smiled slightly, yet his words contradicted the serenity of his aura.
“These are all for your review. It’s the planning department’s week-long efforts.”
Zong Cheng glanced at him silently, then stood and picked up one of the files first.
Mrs. Tang took a look as well, sipping her tea to calm herself.
“Xiao Chen, your company hasn’t been very busy lately, right? Isn’t this… a lot of plans?”
She had originally thought that letting Yin Corporation’s planning department handle their wedding might be unreliable.
She even secretly contacted two wedding companies to each prepare a plan.
But now, seeing this…
Does Yin Corporation even have a wedding planning division?
And isn’t this just… way too many plans?
She’d never finish them all, not even by the next zodiac cycle!
Tang Chen also looked on, eyes full of anticipation.
Yin Chen hid the smile flickering at the corners of his eyes, then selected a few folders from the stack.
“Let’s just look at these few. Also the one in Zong Cheng’s hand. These are all good.”
Mrs. Tang and Tang Chen both exhaled in relief.
Each grabbed a folder and started reviewing it.
Only Zong Cheng, listening to Yin Chen’s words, quietly leaned closer.
He reached out, intending to wrap his arms around Yin Chen’s waist.
But halfway, considering Mrs. Tang and Tang Chen, he instead picked up the fingers with Yin Chen’s ring and fiddled with them, whispering softly,
“You’ve looked at all of these?”
If Yin Chen hadn’t already reviewed them, how would he know which ones were good?
Hmph? Suddenly sharp at just the right moment?
Yin Chen glanced at him and nodded slightly.
“Of course. Something this important—our wedding—it’s only natural to spend a little time reviewing.”
His words were vague. With so many plans, it was absolutely more than just a little time.
Zong Cheng knew this.
He tenderly pinched Yin Chen’s fingers and kissed them.
“You could have asked me to help.”
Why involve Zong Cheng?
He just didn’t want to steal from their precious time together, so he worked hard alone to review the plans.
Wouldn’t it be better to enjoy their “happiness” together?
Yin Chen thought this, but said nothing aloud.
He simply stroked the back of Zong Cheng’s neck with his fingers, soothing him.
“It’s fine. Just a few files, not troublesome.”
“Eh! I think this plan is great—the one combining Eastern and Western styles. What do you think?”
Mrs. Tang suddenly spoke, handing over a folder.
Tang Chen hurried forward.
“Let me see, let me see!”
“See what? Let them look first.”
Mrs. Tang lightly smacked him and handed the folder to Zong Cheng.
He glanced at it, then at Yin Chen, and asked seriously,
“What do you think?”
Yin Chen looked and immediately recognized the plan.
He smiled. “I think these are all good.”
Then he looked at Mrs. Tang. “You’re the only elder on our side. Please arrange it.”
Really leaving it up to her?
Mrs. Tang’s heart skipped a beat, then she straightened her chest.
“Alright, since you say so, Xiao Chen. Then let’s do this: backup plan one. I’ll finish reviewing the others and then discuss them with you.”
She said this while picking up a few folders and pulling Tang Chen along.
“What are you doing?”
Tang Chen, still confused, was dragged along.
“Going home to review them! Don’t think you can stay here, little fool!”
Mrs. Tang, decisive as ever, drove off with him.
Tang Chen, stuffed into the car, was still frustrated—if they were going home anyway, why come here at all?
After seeing them off, Zong Cheng returned to the room and asked Yin Chen,
“What do you think of that plan? The East-meets-West one?”
Yin Chen glanced at him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Zong Cheng’s heart skipped.
The next moment, he watched in shock as Yin Chen turned back to the room and pulled out a thin sheet of paper from somewhere that left him utterly flabbergasted.
Zong Cheng rushed forward, trying to grab the paper back.
How did Yin Chen even know—!
His steps froze, and he drew a deep breath.
“You’re pretending to sleep again!”
Yin Chen chuckled, waving the paper in his hand.
“If I didn’t pretend, wouldn’t I miss the carefully crafted plans you stay up late to make every day?”
And that simply couldn’t happen!