“Why are you silent?”
Yin Chen glanced at Zong Cheng, who hadn’t said a word.
How should he put it?
Yin Chen paused for a second, then decided not to push the topic any further.
After all, looking at Zong Cheng now, his expression practically screamed, “Talk about this again and I’ll self-destruct on the spot.”
Forget it.
Teasing Zong Cheng a little wouldn’t hurt.
Yin Chen leaned back in the car, completely at ease, feeling cheerful.
Alright.
He propped his chin on his hand, watching Zong Cheng drive, and admitted to himself: tomorrow, he’d still need Zong Cheng. Better not scare him off tonight.
He crossed his long legs casually. The muscles along them, honed over recent days, looked smooth and well-defined—even through his winter trousers, the power and explosive strength underneath were obvious.
Zong Cheng dared not meet Yin Chen’s gaze, so all he could see were those straight, flawless legs.
Trying to focus on driving, Zong Cheng turned his head slightly.
Yin Chen switched his crossed legs.
Zong Cheng’s eyes flicked up subconsciously.
In the rearview mirror, a pair of deep, expressive eyes met his.
The owner of the eyes smiled faintly at him.
Zong Cheng withdrew again.
The next morning, Zong Cheng felt as if he were still floating in a dream; his steps were light as if walking on clouds.
He drifted downstairs.
“Good morning.”
Yin Chen greeted him, then turned to Ali.
“This is President Zong. Later, please prepare an outfit for him according to my specifications—tonight he’ll attend the gala with me.”
“Yes, Mr. Yin, no problem, Mr. Yin.”
Ali glanced at Zong Cheng—awkward, athletic, tall, and handsome—and then at her muse, glowing and radiant. She almost roared internally.
Ah—!
Her muse!
Her muse had brought someone back to his villa overnight!
But… why was it a man QAQ!
And so infuriating—the guy matched her aesthetic almost perfectly. Slightly below her muse in charm, but still top-tier!
So frustrating! She couldn’t compete!
And why did her muse have the audacity to provide his measurements directly?
Impossible not to overthink!
And now she had to personally help pick clothes for this guy and her muse QAQ!
Wasn’t this basically picking matching couple outfits QUQ?
Why is this so difficult?
Ali silently wept internally, then carefully asked,
“Mr. Yin, are you sure you want him to attend the gala tonight?”
Wouldn’t that be the same as going public?
Her muse was so daring!
But still so infuriating!
Yin Chen replied matter-of-factly:
“Of course. Without him, I couldn’t attend the gala at all.”
Though his skills had improved, with Dongfang Wan’s “brilliance” on display, playing it safe was wise.
Besides, with Zong Cheng as his partner, the game would be much easier.
Ali: “???”
Meow?
Without him, you can’t attend?
She was dumbstruck, eyes wide.
So… inseparable now?
Damn! She was sour!
Zong Cheng sat in stunned silence, still processing his blows—maybe a second round of self-isolation.
Or the shock of having spent a night at his crush’s place without anything happening.
Despite being metaphorically squeezed by a hundred lemons, Ali remained professional.
She picked a deep gray suit for Yin Chen, paired with a burgundy turtleneck.
The slim turtleneck clung to his figure, revealing the subtle outline of his Adam’s apple. The burgundy complemented his pale skin, looking elegant, sexy, and faintly aloof—a look that instantly had Zong Cheng staring.
For Zong Cheng, Ali went the opposite route: a pure white suit with a black inner layer.
When Zong Cheng stepped out in his outfit, he hesitated, glancing at the vast expanse of bare chest.
“Is this V-neck too deep?”
He shivered slightly.
Ali stared in disbelief.
If you don’t show some skin, how will anyone believe you’re involved with Mr. Yin?
Mr. Yin—the aloof flower of everyone’s heart!
It must be this little imp using… well, charm to ensnare him!
Zong Cheng noticed her gaze growing stranger and instinctively felt: better not to ask.
He turned to Yin Chen, clearing his throat.
“What do you think? A bit indecent?”
Yin Chen tilted his head.
“Really? I think it’s fine. You have chest muscles—what’s the problem?”
It’s because he has chest muscles that the outfit seemed off, Zong Cheng thought silently.
In the end, while Ali wasn’t looking, he used one of Yin Chen’s scarves to cover a bit.
Even so, the outfit revealed too much skin!
It was winter!
Winter!
5 PM.
Every corner of Yin Corporation headquarters echoed with PUBG-style chaos.
“Wha—can’t you see?! I’m still in the car! Why’d you blow it up?!”
“How would I know you wouldn’t get out? They’re on top of me—why are you just sitting there?”
“I’m the driver! I said it’s lagging with too many people!”
“That’s none of my business!”
“Do you even want to win the bonus?”
“…One more round, then.”
Similar arguments sounded throughout the building.
Employees were utterly immersed in the game—clearly more focused than during regular work.
6 PM.
The catering teams arrived in order, filling the prepped venue with fragrant, enticing food.
The Head of Planning sniffed, lowering his phone.
“What’s that smell? Stinky tofu?”
“Sir… it’s the gala, maybe some delivery for hungry staff?”
“No, I smell luosifen too!”
“Sir… what nonsense are you talking about…”
“I’m going down to check!”
Others followed, including many Yin Corporation staff.
They arrived at the buffet and gawked.
Wow!
What is this, a street food alley?
Stinky tofu, luosifen, roujiamo, spicy duck heads, rabbit heads, crayfish, even takoyaki!
The Planning Head’s jaw dropped.
“What… what is going on?”
Nearby staff were equally stunned. One rushed forward:
“Bro! You’re incredible! Mr. Yin approved this plan? Everyone, elevate him! Serve him like royalty!”
“WOW~”
“YEAH~”
The Planning Head bounced through the crowd, dazed.
Though—none of this was in the plan!
Before the gala even began, the buffet, aided by staff, hit the trending searches online.
Netizens hesitated over the jaw-dropping news.
【Seriously! Yin Corporation is god-tier! I’m jealous, sour, and dying! Look at their buffet! I want to try everything QAQ!】
【Staff, please collectively quit tomorrow and bring me crayfish, takoyaki, fried chicken, soda! This company isn’t for me—perfect for a homebody like me! Leave one position open, please!】
【I want to work at Yin Corp! Heavenly gala, heavenly buffet! A lemon is enough? Not enough—I’ll eat another!】
Netizens raged online. Meanwhile, Dongfang Wan scoffed at their envy:
“Why envy cheap food? Can it be good? These are common street foods, not our Dongfang Group’s fancy Japanese fare.”
His assistant, assigned by Dongfang Lie, didn’t even want to speak.
Soon, a different perspective emerged online.
【No way… Yin Corp, pinnacle company, lets staff eat this at the gala? And everyone’s so happy about it? PR team must be incredible. They didn’t hire professional online influencers? Gala, no champagne or seafood? Just this?】
【I’m dying laughing. Yin Corp still pulls this off thanks to brainwashing, right? Street food I’d eat daily, yet staff praise it? This is capital brainwashing!】
When staff enjoying the feast saw these comments…
“Who said that?!”
They attacked online.
【Attached pic: For those thinking it’s ordinary snacks—these are made by top chefs! Some are century-old restaurant chefs. Fresh, hot, expertly crafted! Think about how much it cost, don’t judge by ingredients alone.】
【Some say we’re brainwashed? Think gala should be fancy buffet? You underestimate our staff! We’ve had luxury buffets before, with land, sea, air—know our history!】
【Sorry, I work at Yin Corp, fancy restaurants around, but I just want these rare treats in one go! Eating with colleagues, gaming together—it’s amazing! And the boss didn’t scold us, we enjoyed stinky tofu happily! Could your company do that?】
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Seeing this on trending searches, Yin Chen paused.
Honestly… maybe people would have been happier if he hadn’t attended?