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After seeing Ye Heng off, Gong Yichu sat alone on the low pearwood stool next to her grandfather Gong's bed.

She opened her phone and tapped on the familiar bear avatar.

Her slender fingers hesitated for a moment on the keyboard before typing a line of text.

"Rou Rou, in your Su Group, isn't there someone named Ye Heng? He's probably in his early twenties."

The reply popped up quickly:

"Ye Heng? Never heard of him! What, has our dignified and elegant Miss Gong finally fallen in love and is preparing to descend to the mortal realm? [Evil laugh][Evil laugh]"

Gong Yichu could almost see her best friend Su Yingrou making faces on the other side of the screen, and shook her head helplessly.

"Be serious," she replied. "He saved Grandpa today, suppressing his hidden ailment with acupuncture, and he can also tell the authenticity of antiques at a glance. I'm just... a little curious about his background."

"Wow, that's amazing! I'll go ask her right away, but you know what I'm like at home, so I can only ask my sister."

Before Gong Yichu could reply, Su Yingrou's messages came in rapid succession:

"But then again, with such extraordinary medical skills and unparalleled expertise in appraising medical artifacts, and being only in his early twenties, could he be a hidden trump card prepared by my grandfather?"

Gong Yichu looked at the screen and couldn't help but chuckle. She quickly covered her mouth and looked guiltily at the hospital bed.

Fortunately, Grandpa was sleeping soundly and was not disturbed.

"Stop reading those trashy novels," she typed. "He seems... very different, not like someone who would care about such superficial fame and fortune."

"That's even higher level! Cold and mysterious! Ascetic!" Su Yingrou's gossip spirit burned brightly. "Quick, details! What was he wearing today? Was his voice pleasant? Are his fingers beautiful? Was he wearing a ring?"

The conversation veered off course, heading towards gossip about classmates and celebrity anecdotes.

The president's office on the top floor of the Su Group has floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a steel forest that stretches to the horizon.

Su Yingxue had just finished a video conference with her subordinate who was on a business trip and rubbed her tense temples.

Her phone chimed, and when she opened it, she saw a message from her younger sister, Su Yingrou.

The mother died during childbirth, but the baby girl survived.

With her mother's death, the Su family lost an important business partner.

For this reason, her younger sister was not well received at home, and only she and her grandfather regarded her as family.

"Sis! I need help urgently! I need to find someone! Is there some kind of genius named Ye Heng hiding in our company?"

Ye Heng? How did Xiao Rou know about him?

Su Yingxue began to get curious.

His fingertips tapped rapidly on the screen: "Ye Heng is a descendant of an old friend of my grandfather's. My grandfather arranged for him to join the company as an ordinary employee in the strategic investment department."

Before sending it, she paused, then added, "Where did you hear about him?"

Almost immediately, Su Yingrou's reply popped up: "From Yichu! Gong Yichu! She said Ye Heng went to her house today and not only miraculously saved her grandfather, but also demonstrated extraordinary expertise in appraising artifacts, instantly recognizing the authenticity of a Ming Dynasty landscape painting! Sister, this person is definitely not simple! Does Grandpa have some grand plan?"

Gong Yichu?

Su Yingxue stared at the three words, her red lips unconsciously pursing into a straight line.

The apple of the Gong family's eye, a representative of talent and beauty in Jinling. I had met her a few times, and in my memory, she was a gentle and intelligent girl.

Why is Ye Heng skipping work and going to the Gong family's house?

And they even claim to have "miraculous healing skills" and "demonstrate their abilities"?

A strange emotion, like tiny vines, quietly wrapped around her heart.

How did he meet Gong Yichu?

Does he like that little girl?

Yes, Gong Yichu is gentle and understanding, and a well-bred young lady. Compared to himself, the "fiancée" who was forced upon him, she is naturally more likable.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Su Yingxue paused for a moment, then a surge of annoyance welled up in her heart.

What was she thinking? Did she care who Ye Heng was showing affection to? This marriage was just her grandfather's wishful thinking; she couldn't be more eager for him to stay away from her!

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress all her chaotic emotions with reason.

Ye Heng was arranged by his grandfather. Even if he has real skills, he should use them for the company's business, not go out on his own to "flirt with girls" at the Gong family!

Without further hesitation, she exited the chat interface and found the number she had almost never dialed herself—Ye Heng.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Hello, is this Yingxue? What's up?" Ye Heng's voice came through the receiver.

"Ye Heng." Su Yingxue's voice was colder than usual, carrying an unquestionable command tone, "No matter where you are or what you're doing, come to the company immediately. Right now."

Without giving Ye Heng a chance to ask or refuse, she hung up the phone decisively after she finished speaking.

Ye Heng had just left the antique street and was now sitting in a taxi.

He stared blankly at the phone after it was hung up.

What's going on? Did Yingxue eat a powder keg?

He thought back for a moment and couldn't recall anything that had offended her.

Ye Heng sighed and said something to the taxi driver.

"Master, go to the Su Group!"

The taxi driver immediately agreed, "Okay!"

He then asked curiously, "Young man, you're so young, yet you're already an employee of the Su Group?"

Many taxi drivers enjoy chatting with passengers, which helps them relax and broaden their horizons.

"Just trying to make a living, clocking in and out of work every day."

"It's the same clocking in and out at work, but it's completely different at Su's! Getting a job at Su's Group is incredibly difficult, but the salary is unbeatable!"

Speaking of salary, Ye Heng has never paid attention to how much he earns in a month, nor does he care.

"It's alright, about the same as yours, Master!"

"Haha, you really know how to talk! How can they be the same?" The driver was clearly pleased. "Speaking of which, the president of the Su Group is a famous beauty in Jinling. Have you seen her? Isn't she as beautiful as the rumors say?"

"She's very pretty, but her temper is a bit strange."

The two chatted casually for a few minutes before arriving at the Su family's residence.

"Young man, look! Isn't that beautiful woman at the door your CEO?" The taxi driver pointed to the door, his eyes practically glued to the entrance.

Ye Heng rolled down the car window and saw a woman standing sideways under the eaves. Her professional attire was neatly tailored, revealing her curves.

The waistline narrowed sharply, then curved into a rounded arc at the hips, revealing long, straight legs encased in black stockings.

The white shirt under her coat was slightly taut at the third button, and as she raised her hand to tidy her hair, the undulating silhouette of the fabric made the streetlights sway and shimmer.

"It's her, but why did she come downstairs?"

Ye Heng asked in confusion.

"Hey! President Su is coming over!" the master called out.

After finishing her phone call, Su Yingxue was so upset that she couldn't stay in the office any longer, so she went downstairs to wait for Ye Heng.

Many employees walked by and greeted her, but she wasn't in the mood to respond.

He simply nodded slightly.

The other employees didn't notice anything unusual, after all, the reputation of the "Iceberg President" wasn't given lightly.

Soon, she saw that familiar figure getting out of the taxi.

She walked up to Ye Heng, her black high heels clicking softly, and said, "Come to my office!"

Ye Heng turned back to his master, who was still stunned, and said, "Master, I've scanned the money. I'm going with my wife now."

"Don't go around calling me 'wife' outside! Who said I'm your wife?!"

Su Yingxue retorted instinctively, but the anger in her tone had clearly dissipated considerably.

For some reason, upon hearing Ye Heng's words, most of her irritation dissipated.

The taxi driver watched the two figures disappear into the distance, lost in thought for a long time. Being a shrewd man, he could easily tell that it looked exactly like a couple flirting.

He couldn't wait to tell his wife about it.