Heaven on Earth, Private Room No. 3
A group of people who already looked like elites were seated in a circle, their expressions as solemn as if they were attending some international summit.
They exchanged glances and slowly directed their attention to Ah Mao, Yinzhen’s assistant.
Like Li!
Are you the one who brought the devils into the village?
You traitor!
Everyone, punish him!
Ah Mao’s sweat poured down his face. On the surface, he remained expressionless, but his legs were practically giving out.
How could he have known?!
He didn’t expect this!
Who would have thought that simply answering a casual question from Mr. Yin and, on a whim, inviting him—someone who never attends company gatherings—would actually result in Mr. Yin showing up?!
The Shout, Starry Sky.
Ah Mao felt like he had become a world-famous painting.
Seated at the head of the table, Yinzhen observed everyone’s expressions carefully.
He calmly took out his phone and posted a Weibo update.
“I am a domineering CEO: First time voluntarily participating in a staff dinner, but they all seem really scared of me.”
He had just wanted to try out Weibo for fun, but his phone vibrated.
Yinzhen, slightly surprised, instinctively checked it.
“Lin Yu really cold: Hahaha, no way! A domineering CEO attending a staff dinner? Let me light a candle for your employees, how could they even eat? Hahaha, oh //@I am a domineering CEO: First….”
Lin Yu really cold?
Yinzhen quickly realized—this had to be Lin Yuhan.
He thought for a moment and replied:
“Why light a candle for them? No one’s birthday, it’s just a regular dinner.”
Pft!
Lin Yuhan, stubborn despite his injuries, was laughing so hard he leaned on the table. Then he climbed up and started voice-inputting a message:
“Lighting a candle, shorthand ‘Dian La’, is meant to mourn them.”
Mourn? Because they were having dinner with him?
Yinzhen slowly understood. Somehow… it made sense.
“Buzz~”
The phone vibrated again. Yinzhen looked down.
A comment from a stranger appeared:
“Jinjiang—Daily updates are impossible: Hahaha! I immediately imagined → ‘The Things We Did Behind the CEO’s Back’, ‘We Panic When the CEO Suddenly Attends a Dinner, What Do We Do?’, ‘Surely I Opened the CEO the Wrong Way’! Dian La +2!”
Another “Dian La.”
Yinzhen repeated the words in his mind. They were strangely amusing.
Curious, he searched these titles online.
First one—nothing. Second one—still nothing.
He tried the third—several similar titles popped up. All from the same website: Jinjiang Literature City.
Ah, he understood now.
He instinctively clicked the first book.
“Pft!”
???
The serious, solemn group looked around in shock.
Who!?
Who dared be distracted in front of Mr. Yin and even laugh!?
Are you crazy?
Only Ah Mao froze.
Yinzhen unusually lowered his head slightly, shoulders quivering.
Ah Mao: …No way?
The usually stern Mr. Yin was actually smiling?
Could it be that this smile was only for Lin Yuhan?
Am I hallucinating, or is the universe messing with me?
Ah Mao was completely dumbfounded.
He scrolled to see the VIP chapters, and only then realized the rest required a subscription.
A bit regretful, he decided he’d register an account and subscribe once they finished dinner.
Looking at the now empty table, Yinzhen was slightly surprised.
“Hmm? Aren’t you ordering?”
“Clap.”
“Thud.”
“Bang!”
Objects fell repeatedly with loud thuds.
The entire secretary team was stunned.
This… this cold beauty with a smiling face is… who?
Who is she?
Where did our stern, untouchable Mr. Yin go?
Ah Mao, being the reliable assistant, reacted first. He quickly spoke up:
“Order now, shall we start with Mr. Yin?”
Yinzhen waved his hand.
His mind was still on the book he had been reading, happy and relaxed.
“No need, just order whatever you like.”
He smiled lightly.
“Consider it as a little shock therapy. But since you opened the dinner the wrong way today, you’ll just have to light your own candles.”
=口=!!!
The secretary team and Ah Mao froze!
Oh my God!
What had they just heard from Mr. Yin?
Mr. Yin would actually joke like this?!
All the secretaries’ curiosity pierced through Ah Mao.
What happened!?
What changed our icy flower?
Tell us, tell us now!
Ah Mao was internally screaming.
I want to know too!
But he wasn’t Yin Zhen’s personal assistant!
Damn, could it be because Mr. Yin finally accepted being single?
What the heck was happening!?
The ¥2,000-per-seat Heaven on Earth suddenly became boring.
Everyone quietly watched Yinzhen, secretly observing him.jpg
Yinzhen, however, was too preoccupied with the rest of the novel to continue teasing them.
He finished his meal properly and left first.
After all, this group had already been scared enough today.
Feeling inexplicably joyful, he decided to settle the bill himself.
Is this what they call shock therapy?
A smile tugged at his lips.
Once Yinzhen left, everyone in Private Room No. 3 at Heaven on Earth put down their chopsticks.
They exchanged glances, and a large man suddenly lunged at Ah Mao.
“Mao Ge! Spill all the gossip you know and apologize! We almost wilted from fright today!”
Exactly!
Apologize now!
The secretary team in unison formed a unified front.
Ah Mao screamed in protest, fragile as a breeze, raising his hands.
“I really don’t know! Everything I know has been reported to the organization! No concealment whatsoever!”
The man looked enlightened.
“Then you’ve hidden half of half! Speak now! Confess and you’ll be treated leniently!”
Half of half!?
Ah Mao almost spat blood.
He pushed them back and got up, tugging at his fairly thick hair.
“You all saw it, right? Mr. Yin really changed suddenly, I don’t know why. The latest gossip is just that I, under Mr. Yin’s instructions, went to retrieve his things from someone’s house.”
“But you already know that, otherwise, where did today’s dinner come from?”
The secretary team—jury members—looked skeptical.
“Impossible, Mr. Yin changed this much all of a sudden?”
“Exactly! I’ve been here for three years, and this is the first time seeing him laugh.”
“Me too, and I’ve never seen Mr. Yin joke with us.”
“Yes, yes, and it’s the first dinner with us, right?”
?
Their gazes grew wary.
How you explain this? Someone must be hiding something!
Ah Mao, feeling wronged, swore to the heavens.
“I haven’t concealed anything from the organization, or I’d be bald by now!”
Ah?
The secretary team immediately softened.
“Mao Ge, you jest. We still trust your loyalty to the organization.”
“Yes, Mao Ge, no need for such extreme vows.”
“Right, right. Hey, Mao Ge, aren’t you full yet? Eat this, this is good.”
Everyone chatted as if showing love to a beloved elder.
Ah Mao was unimpressed, secretly taking mental notes.
Grudge noted.jpg
Without Mr. Yin, everyone finished their meal and sent a representative to settle the bill.
Soon, the representative returned, moving lightly, eyes dazed.
Everyone gasped.
“What? Did Heaven on Earth raise their prices?”
“Damn it, I knew they’d hike prices here. Why today of all days?”
“Yes, we still have to cover Mao Ge’s share! The kid’s so poor!”
Each of you could cover this with your bonus for months… “poor” my foot!
Ah Mao noted this mentally.
“No, really…”
The representative’s voice wavered.
“They said… Mr. Yin already paid the bill.”
Mr. Yin paid the bill.
Mr. Yin.
Mr. Yin.
A single thought flashed through everyone’s mind:
Mr. Yin… has been possessed???
Back at the villa, Yinzhen showered and changed clothes.
He tugged at his clothes, for the first time feeling a little uncomfortable.
Walking into the closet, he scanned the room.
Shirts, suits, ties, watches, shoes.
Yinzhen paused.
Why were all his clothes so formal?
He vaguely remembered never minding wearing formal clothes to bed.
Tomorrow, he thought, I’ll have the wardrobe team come over. Perfect timing for a new villa, new clothes.
He jotted a memo and, after drying his hair, opened the app he had been obsessing over.
He figured it out in a few taps. Similar to Weibo.
He pulled up “It Must Be Me XXXXXXX” and subscribed to the full text.
When he opened the VIP chapter, his brows lifted slightly in anticipation.
A five-minute session later.
“Pft.”
“Pft.”
“Hee.”
“Haha.”
“Hahaha!”
This novel was hilarious!
The author was a genius!
What kind of person could write something this entertaining?
Hahaha! This was too much fun!
As he laughed, Yinzhen’s stiff expression gradually softened.
The shirt he wore had somehow slipped from his waist, revealing a wide expanse of fair, firm abs.
His freshly washed hair fell against his ears, the stage lights catching the tears at the corner of his eyes—a lazy yet deadly attractive sight.
After finishing the book, he eagerly opened other novels on the app.
“I’m the CEO’s White Moonlight”, “The Devoted Supporting Male and the Female Lead Are True Love”, “The Villain Reborn at Three and a Half”.
Were these as good?
Yinzhen hesitated, then glanced at the reviews.
“A reader: hahaha, everything’s red and bright and hazy and chaotic, hahaha!”
Yinzhen blinked.
Red and bright and hazy and chaotic?
Another review:
“Iron Cage Water Flow: hee hee hee hee hee hee hee…”
Yinzhen frowned slightly.
The comments made no sense…
He scanned the replies:
1L: Sisters, you’re hurting my eyes.
2L: Hurting my eyes +1!
3L: +ID number!
Yinzhen was surprised.
“Hurting… the eyes?”
He blinked, looked again, and suddenly understood!
Even if the grammar was off, it expressed his feelings perfectly.
He couldn’t resist replying:
“4L: Also hurting my eyes +1.”
The comment posted, and he felt a small seed of joy stir.
He tried to comment on the chapter he found funniest.
After thinking, he typed just: hahaha.
It reflected his true reaction.
Typing out hahaha, he noticed it auto-converted to red and bright and hazy and chaotic.
Yinzhen’s expression lit up.
So that’s what it means?
This is too fun!
The next day.
Before Ah Mao arrived at work, he received a call from Mr. Yin.
Could it be something urgent?
He answered, surprised by the hoarse voice:
“Can we postpone today’s matters to tomorrow, and have you attend one meeting in my place?”
Yinzhen struggled to sound normal.
No luck. His throat felt like sand.
“Got it, no problem, Mr. Yin. If you’re unwell, rest well. I’ll arrange things at the company.”
Ah Mao completely forgot the unusual behavior from last night.
He rushed to the company, buried in work.
Meanwhile, Yinzhen sipped some water, throat soothed.
Standing by the window, ears slightly red, he thought:
Really… really!
I’m so undisciplined!
He turned his face slightly, ears burning.
All because he stayed up reading novels, laughing all night, almost losing his voice, and didn’t go to work!
This… is outrageous!
Yet…
It’s so fun!
A smile crept up his lips.
Novels really were amazing!
The readers leaving comments were hilarious too!
Even just reading the comments made him happy!
He picked up his phone, scrolled to another heavily bookmarked novel: Infinite Flow.
What’s this? Curiously, he opened it.
Over 200,000 comments—he was shocked.
This… many?!
Scanning through, he noticed some IDs had cute plum blossom icons.
He tried to comment.
Nothing.
His ID was ordinary.
Yinzhen froze.
Why?
He realized readers were mostly leaving comments for the author, rarely interacting with each other.
Looking at Lin Yuhan’s avatar, he wondered if he even understood.
Finally, he shared a Weibo post:
“I am a CEO: Why don’t my comments get those little paws? I just found a good book ‘Eye of the Abyss [Infinite Flow]’ The Strongest King, Fear of the Abyss!”
Post sent. His eyelids drooped.
So sleepy…
Yinzhen wobbled to the bed and collapsed.
Five seconds later, his breathing steadied.
“Yin’s meeting postponed until tomorrow? Did you confirm?”
Zong Cheng’s previously good mood tightened instantly.
His assistant quickly explained:
“I checked with them. Apparently, Mr. Yin felt unwell and didn’t come to work today.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, confirmed. Even other appointments were postponed.”
“Good.”
Zong Cheng exhaled, tension easing.
But…
He frowned. He had just learned that the Eastern Group’s Dongfang Lian had met with Mr. Yin.
The Eastern Group was huge, and now expanding into their industry. If they competed, their company might not win.
The core decision was still with Mr. Yin.
Zong Cheng decided:
“You contact him and say I want to visit Mr. Yin.”
He paused, reconsidered.
“Never mind, I’ll contact Mr. Yin myself.”
More sincerity this way.
“Got it.”
The assistant cheered silently and left.
Zong Cheng pulled up Mr. Yin’s number and checked his Weibo, noticing a notification.
A reader had tagged him, sharing a recently serialized story and asking why their ID lacked the plum blossom icon.
Probably a new reader, he thought, replying casually:
“It’s a new website feature. Check the help section.”
He exited Weibo, missing the frenzy of excited readers leaving comments.
“Pursuing updates, wife, 10k a day: hahaha, I knew it! The wife’s straight-man reply never disappoints, 2333.”
“Author in their OO: hahaha, not disappointed +1!”
“Did you update today: laughing, also patting the same new reader wife, rest assured she updates diligently, just a bit of a straight-man lololol.”
Author’s note: Flirty words devoured by sleep bug.