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city ​​center.

Marriott Hotel, banquet hall for 1,000 people.

A huge crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light.

The audience was packed.

Representatives from top domestic investment institutions such as HS Capital, IDG, and GL were all present.

The media's cameras, long and short, were pointed at the center of the stage like a black hole.

This is Limitless Technology's Series A+ funding roadshow.

This was also the most important battle Jiang Ci had fought since starting his business.

on the stage.

Jiang Ci was wearing that dark gray haute couture suit.

Although he had barely slept these past few days taking care of Wen Ning, he still stood tall and straight under the spotlight.

His innate aloofness and confidence allowed him to command the entire scene simply by standing there.

Regarding the security of the core algorithm...

He held a page-turning pen in his hand, his voice steady and powerful, carrying throughout the entire hall through the microphone.

"We adopted a brand-new encryption logic and successfully intercepted tens of millions of attack requests in the last round of attack and defense exercises."

On the large screen, data charts are moving.

The investment tycoons in the audience nodded frequently, their eyes revealing their appreciation.

If this round of financing is finalized, Limitless's valuation will double, approaching the billion-dollar mark.

This is a battle we can only win, we cannot afford to lose.

……

at this time.

Apartment living room.

Wen Ning nestled on the sofa, covered with a thick wool blanket.

The roadshow was being broadcast live on the giant screen in front of us.

She looked at Jiang Ci on the screen.

That radiant, strategic man.

That was his world.

And she, like a termite hiding in this constant-temperature "cocoon," is slowly eroding his energy.

[Host, please take note.]

The system's voice sounded at an inopportune moment.

[The male protagonist is currently at a crucial stage in his career.]

This is an excellent test!

[Task issued: Test his limits!]

Send him a meaningless message and demand an immediate reply! If he doesn't reply, use that as an excuse to argue or give him the silent treatment!

Wen Ning was taken aback.

"Now?"

"He's doing a roadshow! Hundreds of people are watching!"

Now is the time.

The system is cold and ruthless.

Only by disturbing him at the most crucial moment can you prove you are an obstacle to his progress.

Wen Ning watched the live stream.

Jiang Ci is answering a tricky question from an investor, looking focused.

Disturbing him at this time would be utterly unreasonable.

If he doesn't issue the order, punishment may befall him.

If it's sent...

Wen Ning gritted his teeth.

She picked up her phone.

With trembling fingers, I clicked on the pinned black profile picture.

In the input box.

She hesitated for a long time.

In the end, only one punctuation mark was typed.

"."

send.

Wen Ning closed her eyes.

I tossed my phone aside, too afraid to look at the screen.

I prayed silently: Don't come back. Please don't come back.

Just pretend you didn't see it and continue your speech.

When it's over, you can scold me, you can blame me for being immature.

……

The scene in the banquet hall.

Jiang Ci is giving his final concluding remarks.

"Limitless's future is not just about commercial success, but also..."

"Buzz—"

A very faint vibration.

The sound wasn't loud.

But to Jiang Ci, it was like a thunderclap.

The screen of his phone, which was placed on the corner of the podium, lit up briefly.

That was the "Special Attention" notification sound he had set.

Only one person in this world has this privilege.

Jiang Ci's words came to an abrupt end.

The gazes of the hundreds of people below the stage instantly turned to confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Forgot your lines?"

"Is there something wrong with the equipment?"

Jiang Ci ignored those stares.

Under everyone's gaze, he made a gesture that was extremely contrary to business etiquette.

He raised his hand.

Facing the audience of billionaires and rows of cameras.

He made a "wait a moment" gesture.

"Feel sorry."

He spoke into the microphone, his voice calm yet conveying an undeniable resolve.

"Let's pause for a moment."

Done.

He picked up his phone.

Swipe open the screen.

On the WeChat interface.

There is only a lonely period.

"."

There are no words.

No expression.

They didn't even know what it meant.

It might have been a slip of the hand.

Maybe it's boredom.

Or maybe... she's feeling unwell again?

Jiang Ci's originally cold and stern face softened visibly the moment he saw the period.

That sharp, business-like aura has disappeared.

Instead, there is a chilling tenderness.

He didn't put his phone down.

Instead, it's held with one hand, and the thumb taps rapidly on the screen.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"What is he doing?"

"Reply to the message? Reply to a message at a time like this?"

"A fundraising roadshow worth hundreds of millions is less effective than a single WeChat message?"

"Is this what they call being love-struck?"

The live stream chat went crazy:

[Holy crap! What is President Jiang doing?]

[That must be a notification sound for someone who's been specially followed, right? Who is it? They're so influential!]

[Who else could it be! It must be that female painter who owns the business!]

Jiang Ci didn't care about what others were saying at all.

It only took him three seconds.

He replied with:

【I am here. 】

After thinking about it, and worried that she might be feeling unwell, I added:

What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?

If you feel unwell, take the medicine in the white bottle by your bedside. I'll be right back.

Sending complete.

Confirm that the other party has not sent any new messages.

He then put his phone back on the corner of the table, even making sure the screen was facing upwards.

then.

He raised his head and looked again at the stunned crowd below the stage.

He straightened his tie.

He remained calm, as if he wasn't the one who had paused his roadshow to reply to a message.

"Sorry, it's a personal matter."

He offered a brief explanation.

"Let's continue."

……

in the apartment.

Wen Ning heard the two notification sounds indicating special attention.

She opened her eyes.

Pick up your phone.

【I am here. 】

What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? ...

at the same time.

In the live stream footage.

The man continued his speech with composure.

But his gaze seemed to casually sweep over the corner where the phone was placed.

Wen Ning loosened his grip.

The phone slipped and fell onto the carpet.

She looked at Jiang Ci on the screen.

Tears welled up without warning.

He was under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people.

At a critical moment concerning the company's future.

I pressed the pause button because of her meaningless period.

He's really... beyond saving.