Going back to being twenty, taking her heartbroken son to a massage parlor.

Muqing Games Company.

Su Mu finally returned to his workstation.

He had just sat down when the scene before him stunned him.

A small, round hole was forcibly cut into the originally smooth white wall.

It's just the right size to fit an arm through.

This location... it's so cleverly chosen.

It was right next to his elbow after he sat down.

Behind this wall is Xia Qingwu's newly renovated CEO office.

One-way glass is embedded in the upper half of the wall.

Xia Qingwu could see clearly from the inside out.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary wall.

A DingTalk notification sounded.

Su Mu tapped the screen.

Xia Qingwu: Holding hands.

Su Mu's eyelids twitched.

Fingers tapping on the keyboard: Is this DingTalk app for you to talk about this? You're abusing your position, President Xia.

Xia Qingwu replied instantly: Hold hands! Or I'll go find you right now!!

A naked threat.

This woman is a woman of her word.

Su Mu sighed helplessly.

The boss has the final say; after all, it's their company.

He turned to look at the small hole in the wall.

A slender, white hand has already reached out from the hole.

The fingers are slender and long, and the bones and flesh are well-proportioned.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and had a healthy pink hue.

Su Mu reached out and gently grasped it.

It has a warm and delicate feel.

The moment their palms touched, Su Mu's heart skipped a beat.

Damn it.

This is the experience of secretly holding hands with a cold and aloof female CEO behind the backs of the entire company, through a wall.

That was really exciting.

No wonder so many working people are so eager for office romances.

It's definitely a bit addictive.

.......

Su Mu's left hand was firmly held, while his right hand gripped the mouse.

Planning a new project by typing with one hand.

The reskinned games that Muqing Games used to make were really not presentable.

Since Xia Qingwu has entrusted this company to him, he has to come up with something interesting.

Muqing Group's headquarters recently developed a brand-new AI drawing software.

It boasts incredible computing power and excellent rendering capabilities.

Su Mu plans to integrate this system and create a real AI dating game.

Each choice a player makes results in a unique visual and storyline.

A thousand people, a thousand faces.

The sense of immersion is immediately maximized.

The current issues to address are how to reduce server costs and finalize the initial plot outline.

The clatter of keyboards echoed throughout the office area.

.........

Separated by a wall.

Xia Qingwu sat in the large boss's chair.

He withdrew his hand and used a cushion to block the hole.

Wen Hui, carrying a stack of folders, quickly walked forward.

"President Xia, here's the latest footage from the drone."

The tablet was handed to the desk.

On the screen, the Liao Family Ancestral Hall was bustling with people.

A vast expanse of people.

"They're drawing lots over there; a total of three hundred young adults have gathered."

Wen Hui swallowed.

"Judging from the preparations they've made these past two days, they're planning to rob us by force."

"We must forcibly take Mr. Su back to the Liao family."

Xia Qingwu sneered.

"Three hundred people?"

"It's no big deal."

"I'll just go to a security company and hire five hundred top-notch bodyguards."

"They were fully armed and blocked downstairs."

"I'd like to see who dares to lay a finger on him."

She swiped the tablet and brought up information about Liao's great-grandmother.

The woman in the photo is wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam.

She has a graceful figure.

She has a gentle and elegant temperament.

An absolutely stunning face.

Xia Qingwu gritted her teeth.

"She's quite good-looking."

"She acted very much like a well-bred lady."

"What she's really up to is stealing other women's men."

"Shameless."

Wen Hui, who was listening nearby, felt a chill run down her spine.

Everything is in complete chaos.

The top female CEO in Jiangcheng.

For the sake of a man, she directly clashed with a 30-year-old great-grandmother of the clan.

If this gets out, the gossip media in Jiangcheng will make it the top headline.

"Yes, President Xia, I'll contact the security company to arrange for more people right away."

Wen Hui turned around to get to work.

"etc."

Xia Qingwu called out to her.

Tap your fingers twice on the table.

"wrong."

"They shouldn't have fought like that."

A head-on confrontation ultimately proved to be a disadvantage.

No matter how many bodyguards you hire, those who are paid to do things, can they compare to the unity of a clan bound by blood?

Does this mean we'll have to guard against thieves every day from now on?

To solve the problem once and for all.

We must completely break down this thirty-year-old great-grandmother mentally.

It left her without even the courage to think about it.

Xia Qingwu sat up straight.

"Let's change the plan."

"First, we don't need 500 security personnel; we'll just hire 30 of the most elite ones."

"Second, apply to the relevant departments to deploy drones for round-the-clock monitoring of the main roads of Jiangcheng."

"Third, go to the area near the Liao Family Ancestral Hall and reserve an entire open space for me."

"I want to put on the biggest fireworks show in the history of Jiangcheng."

Wen Hui was stunned.

My brain went blank.

Thirty against three hundred?

The advantage is completely not in my hands!

This tactical arrangement makes absolutely no sense.

"President Xia, I don't understand."

What is the purpose of this arrangement?

Xia Qingwu picked up her coffee and took a sip.

"Just do as I say."

"These days, the human wave tactic is outdated."

"I want her to understand what a 'dimensional reduction attack' really means."

After giving the instructions, Wen Hui accepted the order and left the office.

Xia Qingwu turned her head, her gaze passing through the one-way glass and landing on the office area outside.

I only glanced at it.

His temper flared up instantly.

That bastard Su Mu!

He was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.

His personal secretary, Xiaomei, stood behind him, her two fair hands massaging his shoulders.

Skilled technique.

Su Mu had an expression of enjoyment on his face.

The two were still chatting and laughing.

"Xiao Mei, hurry up and get ready."

"You know exactly what I like best."

Su Mu gave instructions with his eyes closed.

Xiao Mei laughed heartily, replying in a sweet, delicate voice.

"I understand."

"Director Su likes feet."

Xia Qingwu's breathing became rapid.

His chest heaved violently.

Her yandere tendencies have fully manifested.

Possessiveness surged to my head.

This woman is asking for trouble!

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

Playing this kind of trick in the office, right in front of her?

Do you like feet?

What are they trying to do?! He actually has this kind of fetish!

Xia Qingwu pushed the chair aside and rushed out in her high heels.

The high heels clicked rapidly on the marble floor of the corridor.

A murderous aura emanated from them.

Seeing the president's murderous aura, the employees along the way all lowered their heads and pretended to be dead, not daring to utter a sound.

In the office area.

Su Mu had just finished writing a section of the project outline.

I stretched.

Xiao Mei ran back.

He was holding a pickled chicken foot in his hand.

He presented it to Su Mu as if it were a treasure.

"Director Su, this is your favorite."

Su Mu took the packaging bag and tore open the seal.

A rich, sour and spicy aroma wafted out.

Inside were pickled chicken feet.

Su Mu picked one up and took a bite.

It's tangy, spicy, and crunchy.

The aroma of pickled peppers permeated even the crevices of the bones.

"Um."

"That's the taste!"