Aren't we friends? Why are you rushing at me?

Lin Shi had just recovered from being surrounded by the crowd when he was pushed towards the awards stage not far away. Ye Cheng followed beside him, her eyes shining with excitement.

The two walked onto the podium together and stood in the champion's position.

Since it wasn't the main competition, there were no runners-up and third-place winners standing on the sidelines. However, Lin Shi's strength had completely won them over, needing no further confirmation from anyone.

Countless flashes of light lined the front row. As the most famous racing competition in the area, it not only attracted mainstream media but also a large number of self-media bloggers, all hoping to ride the wave of traffic and popularity.

Looking at the somewhat empty podium, Wang Yan immediately stood up and took the runner-up spot, wanting to use his own fame to support Lin Shi.

Everyone cheered at Wang Yan's actions, making the ceremony even more exciting. The media, like sharks smelling blood, tried to get closer even though they were in the front row.

Lin Shi and Ye Cheng stood on the stage, while the people below, seemingly eager for a good show, kept urging the two to get closer, hoping they would do something intimate.

Compared to the racing legend who won the championship alone, the "Condor Heroes" couple is obviously more likely to attract attention.

Lin Shi thought helplessly that he should get closer to Ye Cheng, as he didn't want to spoil other people's happy days.

"Closer, closer."

Even with their arms pressed together, the media continued to press for more information.

What's going on with these two? They're so in sync in the car camera footage. They might as well just hug, or at least hold hands. One bold media member thought to himself, then shouted:

"Could you two please give each other a hug?"

Lin Shi smiled and was about to refuse this excessive request.

[Ye Cheng's favorability towards you has increased by 2 points, currently at 34 points. Please continue your efforts, host.]

The system voice suddenly sounded.

The next second, Ye Cheng jumped up, grabbed Lin Shi's neck with her left hand, pulled him closer to her, and then showed an extremely bright smile, made a scissor gesture with her right hand, and shouted "Yay!"

All the media captured this moment of surprise, flashes going off like crazy, instantly brightening the entire awards stage by eight degrees. Everyone took their favorite photos:

In the video, Ye Cheng smiles radiantly beside Lin Shi, making a "V" sign with her right hand, perfectly embodying the sunny and cheerful nature of a young girl.

Lin Shi looked slightly stunned, turned his head to Ye Cheng, and subconsciously put his right hand on Ye Cheng's arm. The two were very affectionate and natural, and looked very loving.

Everyone cheered, some even holding up their own firework buckets to celebrate with the couple. Wang Yan also clapped enthusiastically at them.

The photos quickly began circulating on social media and among private friends.

Standing on the second floor, Natsuno watched Ye Cheng's actions, his pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately swore:

"I*."

I swallowed hard, feeling a sense of foreboding.

She could at most imagine Ye Cheng getting a little closer to Lin Shi, but she never imagined she'd actually hug her. They weren't this intimate in their past lives! The butterfly effect, huh?!

But no matter how calm Xia Ye remained, the photos had already begun to spread rapidly online, especially among those who were always paying attention to Lin Shi.

Shen Zhixiao's capable subordinate, who was also the one who helped Lin Shi find Ye Cheng at the train station last time, received this photo from multiple channels almost simultaneously.

He stared at the two people embracing on the screen, then suddenly jumped out of bed, his expression instantly turning serious.

No, Mr. Lin. We only met a couple of days ago. How come you're already hugging each other?

As the person in charge of the special task force ordered by Shen Zhixiao to be fully responsible for Lin Shi's movements, he instantly understood the destructive power of this photo.

As a subordinate, he had to report to Shen Zhixiao immediately, as required by professional ethics.

However, as Lin Shi's friend, especially since Mr. Lin has always treated him quite well, and more importantly, he seems like his future boss.

He also knew that if he sent this photo, this man would probably never see the sky again.

After a brief period of thought and struggle, she made up her mind that she still needed to report to Shen Zhixiao. However, such an important matter had to be reported in person.

And I also sent the picture to the psychologist. This picture could potentially harm the CEO's mental health, so we need to take precautions. I'm sure the psychologist will understand my concern for the CEO's well-being.

As he got into the car and started the engine, he silently prayed, "Mr. Lin, I've done everything I could. Whatever the CEO decides to do next, please don't blame me."

After speaking, he raised his hand and bowed to the sky, as if praying for blessings.

Then they drove towards the company.

At this time, the president is most likely still working overtime at the company, or rather, since Mr. Lin left, the president has been treating the company as his home, using the heavy workload of the company to numb himself, which has greatly improved the efficiency of the entire Shen Group.

Hmm, the more I look at it, the more I feel that Mr. Lin really won't see the sun rise tomorrow. Should I start looking into where he can be placed more comfortably?

There seems to be a villa in the west of the city, but the security seems a bit lacking. Mr. Lin would probably like it. But if he really escapes, I'll have to go through the trouble of catching him.

East of the city? That place seems okay.

Lost in his own thoughts, the subordinate arrived at the company as quickly as possible.

He had already gone against his employer's wishes by sending the photos to the psychologist and giving a face-to-face report. Naturally, he couldn't possibly try to cheat on the travel time any further.

I quickly arrived at the president's office and pushed open the door.

A wave of relief washed over him; the psychologist hadn't disappointed him, and was now sitting opposite the CEO. Shen Zhixiao sat in his office chair, neither of them speaking.

Looking at the open medicine bottle and hot water on the table, the subordinate guessed that the psychologist must have already told the president about Lin Shi and persuaded him to take the medicine.

Wow, that's amazing, psychologist. You're truly exceptional.

After mentally praising the psychologist, she took a deep breath, slowed her breathing, and tiptoed to the desk, waiting for Shen Zhixiao to issue the final notice.

But then he saw the psychologist purse her lips, look at him apologetically, and blink, as if to say:

"I'm sorry, I didn't dare to say it. You can do it."

Then he quickly glanced at the medicine bottles on the table and continued passing them around:

"I persuaded her to take the medicine first. She won't die."

"It's alright, men, go for it! We've been through thick and thin, we can't let ourselves be disgraced."

The subordinate slowly turned his head to look at Shen Zhixiao's face, which was definitely not pleasant.

"That Mr. Shen."

"Hmm." Shen Zhixiao responded softly, slowly raising his head to look at his subordinates.

The subordinate turned to look at the psychologist again.

The psychologist nodded to him, a hint of encouragement in his eyes, and continued to look at his subordinate:

"Yes, perk up. Good job."

He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and spoke, his voice initially carrying a do-or-die determination:

"Mr. Shen, it's me!"

But the next second, his momentum vanished instantly, and his voice dropped eight octaves:

"I received a photo, it's about Mr. Lin."

Then he quickly took out his phone, selected a picture, and handed it to Shen Zhixiao.

The moment Shen Zhixiao picked up the phone and his gaze fell on the screen, the air pressure around him suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

The next second, the phone appeared on the ground and shattered into pieces.

The subordinates and the psychologist tensed up immediately, even stopping their breathing, and lowered their heads, not daring to look at Shen Zhixiao.

All that could be heard was Shen Zhixiao leaning back on the sofa, taking several deep breaths, and muttering a mental mantra to calm his mind.

After a long while, when the two were both flushed and almost unable to breathe, they finally heard Shen Zhixiao speak and give the order:

"Bring him back! Bring him back to me!"