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Limitless Studio.

Closed meeting room.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, with only the cold, bluish light emanating from the projector.

The air was thick with a suffocating, high-pressure atmosphere.

"Based on current load testing, the core architecture must be refactored."

Su Qing stood in front of the curtain.

She held a red laser pointer in her hand, the light spot moving rapidly across the complex topological map.

He speaks extremely fast, with rigorous logic, and every word is like a nail driven into a key point.

"Too many redundant nodes here can cause millisecond-level latency."

"For financial-grade data processing, this one millisecond is a matter of life and death."

offstage.

Jia Pengxiu and Zhang Annian sat upright, frantically taking notes, barely daring to breathe.

That's the aura of a master.

Professional, ruthless, and unquestionable.

Jiang Ci sat in the central seat.

He didn't take notes.

With his hands crossed and resting on his chin, he stared intently at the screen, his brain working at high speed.

This was supposed to be a top-notch technical seminar.

If Wen Ning hadn't been there.

Wen Ning sat next to Jiang Ci.

She forced her way in.

She wouldn't normally be qualified to attend a closed development meeting of this level.

However, the system issued a dead command.

[Host, please begin your performance!]

[Task Objectives: Interrupt the meeting! Ask a stupid question! Make noise while eating!]

Make sure everyone thinks you're a clueless, troublemaking bum!

Wen Ning was holding a bag of Lay's potato chips.

Original flavor, big waves.

The packaging bag made a "rustling" sound as it rubbed against the plastic.

In the conference room where only Su Qing was speaking, this voice sounded particularly jarring.

Su Qing frowned.

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over Wen Ning, her eyes filled with obvious displeasure.

But out of consideration for Jiang Ci, she endured it.

"continue."

She turned around, and the laser pointer pointed to the next image.

Regarding the authentication mechanism for API interfaces...

"Click."

A crisp chewing sound rang out.

Wen Ning bit into a potato chip.

The sound was as crisp as stepping on a pane of glass and shattering it in a quiet library.

Jia Pengxiu was so frightened that he dropped his pen.

Zhang Annian closed his eyes in anguish.

Sister-in-law...you're playing with fire!

Su Qing's back froze.

She took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the laser pointer.

Trying to ignore it.

"For authentication, we use OAuth 2.0..."

"Click, click."

Wen Ning ate two more pieces.

Still drinking cola.

The straw made a "sizzling" sound.

[Host, increase the pressure! Ask questions! Ask the most idiotic questions!]

Wen Ning swallowed the potato chip.

Looking at the dense lines and code boxes on the screen.

She couldn't understand it at all.

In her eyes, it was just a bunch of messy geometric shapes.

"that……"

Wen Ning suddenly spoke.

This interrupted Su Qing's train of thought, which she had just begun.

She stretched out a finger covered in potato chip crumbs and pointed to a data flow line on the screen.

That was a blue line representing the core logic.

"These blue stripes are so ugly."

Wen Ning blinked her eyes, her tone innocent yet spoiled.

"Could you change it to pink?"

"Or maybe add a flashing effect? ​​It doesn't look cool enough like this."

Dead silence.

Utter silence.

Jia Pengxiu wanted to crawl under the table.

Change the core logic lines to pink? And add a flashing effect?

Is this software or QQ Show?

Su Qing could no longer tolerate it.

With a "snap".

She slammed the laser pointer she was holding onto the table.

That's enough.

Su Qing turned around, her sharp phoenix eyes fixed on Wen Ning.

It looked like it was about to breathe fire.

"Miss Wen."

Her voice was so cold it was like ice crystals.

"This is Limitless's core meeting room, where we're discussing the technical architecture that's related to tens of millions in funding."

"It's not a kindergarten craft class."

"If you want snacks or to see pink stripes, please leave."

"Unauthorized personnel are not welcome here."

That's a very strong statement.

They didn't even give Jiang Ci the slightest bit of face.

But no one thought Su Qing was wrong.

In the workplace, Wen Ning's behavior was indeed challenging the bottom line.

Wen Ning shrank his neck.

She hadn't expected Su Qing to be so fierce.

The bag of potato chips in my hand made a "clattering" sound, making the situation even more awkward.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Ci beside her.

It’s over.

They're definitely going to be kicked out this time.

After all, Jiang Ci is a well-known workaholic who hates being disturbed while he is working.

Moreover, her question was indeed outrageously stupid.

"I……"

Wen Ning was about to stand up, apologize, and get out.

Jiang Ci, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.

He lowered his clasped hands.

Pick up the pen cap from the table and slowly put it on the ballpoint pen.

A "click" sound.

Crisp and calm.

"Advisor Su."

Jiang Ci raised his head.

His gaze passed over the long table and landed on Su Qing's furious face.

His eyes were calm and expressionless, even carrying a hint of languor.

"Don't get so angry."

Su Qing looked at him in disbelief.

"Jiang Ci? She's causing trouble! She's wasting our time!"

"She didn't cause any trouble."

Jiang Ci leaned back in his chair, placing one hand on Wen Ning's chair back.

This is an extremely obvious, protective stance.

"She offered a great user perspective."

Jiang Ci lied through his teeth without batting an eye.

"While pink is not technically necessary, we do need to consider the issue of visual fatigue in terms of user experience."

Jia Pengxiu: "..."

Zhang Annian: "..."

Brother Ci, is your filter 800 meters thick?

To interpret "pink stripes" as "visual fatigue"—doesn't your conscience bother you?

Su Qing was so angry she laughed.

"President Jiang, are you joking with me?"

"Is this your idea of ​​professionalism to let someone who doesn't even know how to code sit here eating potato chips?"

"If that's the case, I don't think I need to be this consultant anymore."

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

Wen Ning started to panic.

What will happen to the project if Su Qing leaves?

She quickly tugged at Jiang Ci's sleeve: "Um... I think I'll go out..."

Jiang Ci grabbed her hand and pressed it down.

Press her back into the chair.

He looked at Su Qing, his eyes turning cold.

The oppressive feeling that belonged to those in power instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"Su Qing".

He called her by her full name.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Get one thing straight."

"She is Wen Ning."

"She's also the boss's wife at this company."

"Even if she wanted to paint the entire system interface pink, even if she wanted to throw a party here."

"That's her right too."

Jiang Ci paused, his tone softening slightly, but still firm:

"If you think it's noisy, that's my problem."

"We can pause the meeting, take a ten-minute break, and wait for her to finish eating."

"But you have no right to kick her out."

"In this company, no one but me can order her around."

Su Qing was stunned.

She looked at Jiang Ci.

In all the years she had known him, even in the most difficult academic debates, she had never seen Jiang Ci so unreasonable.

Is this a tyrannical ruler?!

"Okay. Very good."

Su Qing took a deep breath and began tidying up the documents on the table.

"Since President Jiang intends to play the feudal lords with beacon fires, then I have nothing to say."

"Ten-minute break."

After saying that, she turned and strode out of the conference room.

The high heels stomped loudly.

The meeting room fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of the potato chip bag in Wen Ning's hand.

Wen Ning held a potato chip, unsure whether to eat it or not.

She looked at Jiang Ci's cold profile.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

"You're too..."

She muttered to herself.

"You spoil me too much."

Jiang Ci turned his head away.

He reached into her bag, took a potato chip, and put it in his mouth.

"Click."

"So what if you spoil them?"

He raised an eyebrow, the coldness in his eyes dissipating, leaving only doting affection.

"I chose this girlfriend myself, am I supposed to just throw her away if I don't spoil her?"