What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

At 3:40 a.m., in the bedroom of Building A, No. 17 Wenlan Road.

Ji Hanyue's body temperature finally stabilized at 36.2 degrees Celsius. Lu Li withdrew his hands from the acupoints on her back, his arms aching so badly they felt like they were about to dislocate.

Su Feiyan stood at the doorway, looking at the ancient martial arts master whose back was to everyone and whose ears were flushed red. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "Lu Li, tell me... should I thank her for risking half her life to save you, or should I hate her... for using that life to bind you so tightly?"

The air froze for three seconds.

Lu Li stood up, walked to Su Feiyan, and reached out to hold her cold fingertips: "Feiyan, I promise you, I will never let you see this kind of scene again."

Su Feiyan didn't shake off his hand. She just glanced at the pale figure curled up in the corner, then turned and walked out: "Old Zhou is waiting downstairs. Let's go back to Cloud Peak."

Bai Xiaolu, holding the Persian cat Xuetuan, asked softly, "Master, what should we do?"

"Let her stay by herself."

Su Feiyan didn't turn her head. "Wang Boming will send over the medicinal meals soon."

In the car, Lu Li leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. His Ancient Sacred Body had overdrawn most of its energy and blood, and his mind was as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Su Feiyan suddenly spoke up: "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, in the president's office. The matter in the neighboring city needs to be settled."

"What's settled?"

"It's time to settle accounts with your creditors."

……

The following morning at 10:00 AM, at the top floor of the Su Group headquarters building, in the president's office.

Lu Li stared at the words "Summary Report of Business Trip to Lin City" on the computer screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, unable to type a single punctuation mark for a long time.

She was up until 3 a.m. last night, and this morning at 7 a.m., Fei Yan dragged her out of bed and forcibly pressed her down at her assistant's workstation, which was only three meters away from her desk.

"Cousin, brother-in-law, an iced Americano for this morning."

Shen Weilan, dressed in a pure white JK uniform with over-the-knee socks, pushed open the door and entered carrying two cups of coffee.

She placed a cup on Su Feiyan's desk, turned around and walked to Lu Li's workstation, sitting sideways on the edge of the desk.

Two shapely white-stockinged calves dangled in mid-air, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against Lu Li's knees.

Su Feiyan didn't look up. She twisted the cap of her Montblanc pen with one hand, making a "click-clack" sound. The crisp metallic scraping sound echoed in the spacious office, carrying a warning so strong it could drip water.

Wei Lan, biting her straw, pretended not to hear, and instead moved her lower leg half an inch closer to Lu Li.

The double mahogany doors to the office were pushed open again.

Ji Hanyue, dressed in a moon-white long dress, walked in with Bai Xiaolu's help.

She's here today to sign the renewal documents for the cultural correction consultant for the West City project—this was Su Feiyan's "invitation" that Uncle Wang relayed when he delivered the medicinal meal last night.

The weakness from last night's backlash from the cold poison hadn't faded yet, and her usually cold and beautiful face showed a sickly paleness.

The moment Ji Hanyue entered the room, her gaze met Lu Li's in mid-air.

In just 0.3 seconds, the Sect Master of the Supreme Forgetfulness Palace looked away as if he had been scorched by flames. For the first time ever, he avoided the leather sofa directly opposite Lu Li, walked around a large circle, and chose a single seat at the very edge of the reception area, the furthest away from Lu Li.

After settling her master in, Bai Xiaolu turned her head and spotted the imported fruit platter on the coffee table. She grabbed a piece of cantaloupe and started eating it, stuffing her cheeks full.

Liu Qingyu, the city government's first secretary, knocked on the door and entered carrying a stack of documents: "President Su, Miss Gu has requested a video conference to coordinate the post-tour public relations plan for the neighboring city tour. Also, this is the approval document just issued by the city government."

Su Feiyan nodded coldly: "Bring them in."

Liu Qingyu connected the tablet to a two-meter-wide projection screen on the wall.

The screen lit up, and Gu Qingcheng's stunningly beautiful face appeared on the screen.

She had clearly just taken a shower, wearing only a loose white hotel bathrobe with a low neckline, and holding a hairdryer in her hand, with a faint buzzing sound in the background.

The four women, plus the one on the screen, were all concentrated within a ten-meter radius of Lu Li.

Lu Li's brain completely shut down.

He roared inwardly:

[This isn't the CEO's office of the Su Group! This is practically an emergency consultation meeting of the permanent members of the UN Security Council! Everyone here holds a veto power, and I'm the disputed territory about to be forcibly dismembered!]

Wei Lan, sitting on the edge of the desk, almost choked on a mouthful of iced Americano and covered her mouth, desperately trying to swallow back her laughter.

Ji Hanyue, who was sitting at the farthest point, paused in her hand as she flipped through the contract renewal documents, and the pages made a slight tearing sound.

In the projection, Gu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile, deliberately flicking her half-wet hair.

"President Su, I have no objections to the public relations plan."

Gu Qingcheng put down the hairdryer, her gaze piercing through the screen and fixing directly on Lu Li. "However, my team is having a celebration banquet in Jianghai next week. As the person who made the greatest contribution to the stage safety in the neighboring city, could you please do us the honor of attending?"

Before Lu Li could reply, Wei Lan spoke first.

She swung her legs, her voice sickeningly sweet: "Big star Gu, what a coincidence. I have a makeup exam for my major next week, and my brother-in-law promised to help me study microeconomics."

Gu Qingcheng's smile on the screen turned colder.

Ji Hanyue still didn't look up, her cool voice echoing in the reception area: "Next Wednesday, there will be a second joint appraisal of the bronze furnace inscription at Building A on Wenlan Road. It concerns the origins of our sect, so Lu Li's appraisal skills are required to be present throughout the process."

Just as Liu Qingyu was about to leave, her specially made encrypted phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and reluctantly pressed the speakerphone button.

Yang Ningbing's businesslike voice, carrying the authority of a superior, echoed in the office: "President Su, the final review of the first phase of the West City project is scheduled for next week. As a key project of concern to the municipal government, Lu Li must serve as the liaison for the Su family and accompany them throughout the entire review process. He is not allowed to take leave."

Snapped!

Su Feiyan slammed the Montblanc pen in her hand heavily onto the solid wood table.

The muffled thud plunged the CEO's office into an instant silence.

She stood up, walked in her high heels to the tactical whiteboard on the wall, ripped off the quarterly financial report, picked up a black marker, and quickly drew a huge table in the blank space.

Horizontal axis: Monday to Sunday.

On the vertical axis, she used her wrist to write down the four names in turn, and finally added "Yang Ningbing (City Government)" at the bottom.

Su Feiyan turned around, her cold phoenix eyes sweeping across the room before finally landing on Gu Qingcheng's face on the screen: "Since everyone is here today, let's get this straight. I'm fed up with taking more than a dozen phone calls every day to coordinate the schedule of a special assistant."

She tapped the whiteboard hard with the tip of her marker, making a loud tapping sound: "Lu Li is an employee of Su's Group, and his schedule will be arranged by me. From today onwards, if anyone has any staffing needs, please submit a formal application form to the president's office forty-eight hours in advance. Whether it's approved or not is up to me."

"Cousin, isn't this unfair?"

Wei Lan raised her hand, looking aggrieved, "As a family member, don't I have access to a priority lane?"

"You are an intern at Su's, so please go through the normal approval process via the OA system."

Su Feiyan's words blocked her path.

Wei Lan pouted and jumped off Lu Li's table.

Gu Qingcheng shifted her posture on the screen, loosening the collar of her bathrobe slightly: "President Su, as a business partner of the West City project and the chief spokesperson for the Su family, must my reasonable requests also go through your cumbersome procedures?"

The temperature dropped noticeably by two degrees.

Ji Hanyue sat in the corner, her gaze fixed on the documents in her hand, her tone completely flat: "I will not participate in your business rules. I only request two hours each on Tuesdays and Fridays. The rest of the time, I will not interfere."

On the other end of the phone, Yang Ningbing's voice was even colder: "President Su, the municipal government's administrative inspection requirements are not under the jurisdiction of Su's internal scheduling. This is an administrative order, not something to be discussed."

The table on the whiteboard remains empty.

The five women each held their own opinion, and none of them were willing to back down, creating a tense atmosphere that seemed to freeze over.

Lu Li huddled at her workstation, barely daring to breathe, afraid that her loud breathing would make her a sitting duck.

In the midst of this tense, deathly silence, a crisp chewing sound broke the balance.

After finishing the last piece of cantaloupe, Bai Xiaolu casually threw the watermelon rind into the trash can and grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth haphazardly.

She stood up, grabbed the handle of the two-hundred-pound black hammer on her back with both hands, and lifted it off with a sudden movement.

boom!

The giant hammer slammed onto the Persian carpet in the CEO's office, causing the entire floor to tremble.

At that moment, everyone's eyes, including Gu Qingcheng on the screen and Yang Ningbing on the other end of the phone, were focused on the twin-tailed loli.

Little White Deer blinked her big eyes, looked at this, then at that, and finally raised the giant hammer, her tone innocent and naive:

"If you keep arguing, I'm going to smash the table!"

She patted the dark, hard surface of the hammer, producing a dull, metallic sound.

"Master said, if you can't win an argument, then fight. Since you're all fighting over meal tickets, then—"

Bai Xiaolu flashed a set of neat, white teeth, her smile innocent and harmless. "Whoever cooks the best food for me, I'll help them beat them up."