The young lady hired me to help her and the young master have an online romance.

The assistant's voice came from the other end of the line, tinged with urgency.

"Mr. Gu, there's been a problem with the hotel project in Ancheng."

"The construction company misappropriated project funds, the workers couldn't be paid, and now they're on strike, bringing the project to a complete standstill."

"Headquarters needs to send someone over to handle this."

Gu Manning sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let the project team go first."

"The project team went there overnight, but they couldn't stop them. The other party specifically asked for the project manager to come and talk to them." The assistant's tone became more serious.

Gu Manning was wide awake and jumped out of bed, throwing off the covers.

I walked into the walk-in closet in slippers, holding my phone to my ear with my left hand, and started rummaging through clothes with my right.

"Book me the fastest flight."

"Yes, Mr. Gu."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Manning stood in the dressing room and rubbed her throbbing temples.

She didn't have to handle these things personally before, but now that she's the general manager, she has to be responsible for dealing with emergencies.

It is both a challenge and an opportunity to accelerate her growth.

*

10:00 AM, Haicheng International Airport.

Gu Manning was dressed in a business suit, with exquisite makeup and red-soled high heels.

The assistant walked behind, dragging a suitcase.

The two people walked through the hall toward the security checkpoint.

Gu Manning walked quickly, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

She planned to finish it before Sunday.

She has an even more important project to attend on Monday.

At 11 o'clock, the plane carrying Gu Manning soared into the sky.

Ten minutes later.

A Boeing Airbus emerged from the clouds, its landing gear lowered, and a plume of white smoke rose the moment the tires touched the ground.

Shang Shixu stuffed his laptop into his handbag and waited for the plane to come to a complete stop.

First-class passengers disembarked first, and he walked ahead of the crowd, carrying his briefcase.

His black trench coat fluttered in the wind as he walked at a leisurely pace, sunglasses perched on his high-bridged nose.

His aura was cold and arrogant, as if the words "Keep Out" were written all over his body.

Stepping off the jet bridge, the arrival hall was bustling with people, some holding signs and standing on tiptoe to peer inside.

Two men in black suits were waiting there.

Their eyes were resolute, fixed intently on the exit.

Upon seeing Shang Shixu, the two jogged forward, with one of them taking the bag from Shang Shixu's hand and following behind him.

The three of them walked out of the arrival hall.

A custom-made Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the road.

The bodyguard opened the car door first, "Young master, please."

Shang Shixu bent down and sat down.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Young master, where to?"

Shang Shixu leaned back in his chair, unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's go home."

The car drove out of the airport and onto the highway.

Shang Shixu took out his phone and turned off airplane mode.

Instead of checking the job notifications he received, he opened the pinned chat window on Facebook and typed a message.

Lie: [Do you have classes in the morning?]

*

Haicheng, S University.

Second teaching building, lecture hall.

Jiang Wan sat in the third-to-last row, while the professor lectured animatedly using the slides.

She was taking notes in her notebook when her phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up; it was a message from Shang Shixu.

Jiang Wan glanced at the professor on the podium, then put her phone under the table to reply.

Nice Rabbit Squid: [In class now, ending at noon]

The other side replied very quickly.

Lie: [Hmm]

Nice Rabbit Squid: [What's wrong, brother?]

Lie: [It's nothing]

Jiang Wan didn't pay any attention, put her phone back on the table, and continued taking notes.

the other side.

After exiting the highway, the car turned into a villa area on the northern outskirts of Haicheng.

The black iron gate slowly opened, and the car carrying Shang Shixu drove in and stopped in front of a three-story detached villa.

He got out of the car, took the handbag from the bodyguard, and entered the lobby.

The old butler was overjoyed when he saw him.

"Young Master, you're back?"

"My husband and wife just called to say they'll be back for lunch."

Shang Shixu responded with an "Mmm".

I changed into slippers and hurried upstairs.

The old butler wanted to chat some more, but seeing that he seemed to have urgent business, he had to give up.

Shang Shixu walked into his bedroom.

I haven't been back for three months, and the room is still the same.

Although he is not home, a maid cleans the house every day.

He put down his briefcase and went straight to the bathroom for a "battle shower".

Wearing a bathrobe, I went to the dressing room to browse and choose.

Half an hour later, he came downstairs.

With long strides, he walked briskly towards the garage.

Upon entering the garage, I pressed the key in my hand, and the lights of the supercar named "Apollo Evo" inside the garage turned on.

This is a limited edition he ordered last year; there are no more than ten units available worldwide.

It's not the most expensive of all his cars, but it's definitely the most stylish.

Today's main focus is on one person: the most handsome appearance.

That's why he wanted to go home first.

The engine started with a deep, resonant sound, like a beast being awakened.

Shang Shixu shifted gears and stepped on the gas, and the car sped out of the garage and out the gate.

The black sports car sped past the main road of the villa area like a bolt of lightning.

The exhaust pipe at the rear of the car roared, and the leaves on the roadside leaves were swirled up by the airflow.

Outside the gate, a low-key Maybach was slowly driving in.

The two cars briefly passed each other.

Shang Mochen was sitting in the back seat, looking at the stock market on his phone.

Hearing the roar, I looked up and saw only the standard taillights of that supercar.

He paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "That kid's back?"

Qiao Lan, who was sitting next to her, saw it too and smiled, "Looks like he's back."

My son never lends his supercar to anyone.

Last time his cousin came to borrow it, he refused without hesitation.

Frustrated, Shang Mochen dialed Shang Shixu's number.

The phone rang four or five times before it was answered.

"Hey kid, what's the rush you're going for?"

"Something's up."

"What could possibly make you not even have time to say hello to your parents?" Shang Mochen continued to press.

"Let me talk about it when I get back."

"you--"

Before Shang Mochen could finish speaking, the phone was abruptly hung up.

He held his phone and glanced at the screen, his expression one of disbelief.

"That brat actually hung up on me?!"

Qiao Lan patted her husband's arm to calm him down, saying, "This temper of yours is just like yours when you were young."

"What do you mean, 'like me'? When I was young, I wasn't as arrogant as him, daring to disobey even my father."

"Then it's my fault. Who told me to give birth to a demon? My husband has had a hard time." Qiao Lan coaxed.

She is nearly fifty years old, but she is very well-maintained and has a very youthful mindset. Her favorite thing to do is surf the Internet.

Although he is from Scandinavia, he grew up in China.

Aside from his foreign appearance, he is a true Chinese at heart.

Shang Mochen grasped his wife's hand in return, his eyes showing disapproval, and he explained in a serious tone.

"Time is not a magic pill; it is the fruit of our love."

"Having you all by my side is the greatest happiness of my life."

"You're not allowed to say things like that again."

Qiao Lan leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

The couple looked at each other, their affection palpable.

The front-seat driver had been driving them for years and was used to it.

It's rare to see people in middle age still so loving.

That's so enviable.