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After the meeting, the representatives from all parties left one after another.

Before leaving, Li Lin deliberately stopped in front of Lu Jingyi.

"Mr. Lu, congratulations."

Lu Jingyi smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Li."

Once the door closed, the meeting room finally quieted down.

Arthur didn't leave immediately. Leaning on his cane, he looked at Chen Mo and said meaningfully, "Mr. Chen, from today onwards, many people around the world will sincerely hope that you will live a very healthy life."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "That doesn't sound like a pure blessing."

"I heard you'll be going to America soon. The Grant Building in New York will always welcome your guidance." The old man bowed slightly, then left the room with a smile.

In the empty conference room, only Chen Mo and Lu Jingyi remained.

Lu Jingyi flipped through the documents, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly spoke: "Xiao Mo."

"Um?"

"You didn't do this for money, did you?"

Chen Mo looked at her.

Lu Jingyi turned around.

"You already have a huge amount of capital to build up your own. With this five billion US dollars of external capital coming in, are you weaving a safety net for yourself?"

Chen Mo did not deny it, lit a cigarette, and watched the smoke dissipate in front of the French windows: "Creation can't keep doing all the work alone forever. This step will have to be taken sooner or later."

"Those who travel alone may go fast, but those who travel together can go far."

Lu Jingyi suddenly realized, and the shock in her heart was even greater.

This eighteen-year-old is not only shrewd in business warfare, but has also planned ahead for the retreat from transnational politics and capital backlash.

"I expect to be incredibly busy for the next few days. Legal framework, overseas custody, fund clearing, and security and itinerary changes for your trip to the United States all need to be re-checked." Lu Jingyi rubbed her slightly sore temples.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Jingyi." Chen Mo smiled sincerely.

"Stop with the pleasantries." Lu Jingyi gave a soft snort, her beautiful eyes widening slightly. "This time, don't even think about being a hands-off manager. For the next few days, you must be in the office every single day!"

Chen Mo looked at her uncompromising expression and remained silent for two seconds.

"every day?"

"every day."

Lu Jingyi closed the folder and slammed it onto the desktop.

"I arrive at the company at 10 a.m., and I leave at whatever time I feel like it."

Chen Mo chuckled: "President Lu, are you even managing the boss's attendance now?"

"right."

Lu Jingyi looked up at him.

"It's because the boss likes to disappear too much. Since the company was founded, the total time you've actually spent sitting in the office probably doesn't even equal the amount of time I spend in meetings."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Chen Mo touched his nose and said, "Alright, I'll follow President Lu's arrangements."

Seeing how readily he agreed, Lu Jingyi, who had prepared a whole host of words to shut him up, was taken aback, a hint of suspicion flashing across her pretty face: "You really agreed?"

"He really agreed." Chen Mo stepped forward and took the documents. "Before going to the United States, we do need to review the underlying architecture of Creation again."

Lu Jingyi pursed her lips, her eyes slightly unfocused, and casually said, "I have a duplex in The Cullinan in Central. Don't stay in a hotel these next few days, just stay at my place so you won't be late."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile: "Where do you live?"

"What?" Lu Jingyi, holding the folder, raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is President Chen afraid I'll eat you alive?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "It would be my honor."

Lu Jingyi hadn't expected this guy to be so shameless. Her pretty face flushed slightly as she glared at him, then turned and left, adding before she went out, "Don't worry, there are plenty of rooms, and they're very spacious!"

Watching her slightly flustered back, Chen Mo's smile deepened.

....

It's 9:30 p.m.

The Grand Central Plaza.

The black Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the underground parking garage along the hillside. Security here was extremely tight. After the car came to a stop in the exclusive area, the two people went directly into the private elevator that led to the top floor.

As the elevator ascended, the narrow space was filled with the faint scent of cedar emanating from Lu Jingyi.

Chen Mo turned his head to look at Lu Jingyi in the mirrored wall. She was replying to work messages on her phone.

Despite being busy all day, she showed no signs of fatigue. Only her elegant hair bun at the back of her head was slightly loose, with a wisp of hair falling down and clinging to her fair neck, adding a touch of charm.

"bite--"

The elevator doors slid open silently, the fingerprint lock clicked crisply, and the soft lights in the entryway gradually illuminated.

Chen Mo stepped inside, and even though he was used to grand occasions, he couldn't help but pause slightly.

This house is indeed ridiculously large.

In the huge duplex living room with its double-height ceiling, a 270-degree floor-to-ceiling window offers an almost unobstructed view of Victoria Harbour at night.

In the distance, the skyscrapers of Central are brightly lit, and ferries glide slowly across the sea, like thin, luminous lines trailing across a black satin canvas.

The floor is covered with cold and expensive dark marble, the walls are largely white, the furniture has minimalist and restrained lines, and a few priceless modern sculptures are placed at just the right angle.

Calm, expensive, and with an extreme pursuit of order.

This is very much in line with Lu Jingyi's style.

"What are you standing there for? Change your shoes." Lu Jingyi kicked off her high heels, took out a brand new pair of men's slippers from the entryway cabinet, and kicked them to Chen Mo's feet.

Gray, and the size is exactly as advertised.

Chen Mo glanced down and teased, "You've prepared quite thoroughly, Sister Jingyi."

"You think I acted on a whim?"

Lu Jingyi spoke casually, but didn't look at him.

"You'll need to travel to Hong Kong frequently in the future, so you can't stay in a hotel every time."

Chen Mo changed into slippers and followed Lu Jingyi into the living room, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

There is another floor upstairs, with an open-plan study, wine cabinet, media room, and guest room corridor.

At a glance, it's at least 400 square meters.

In a place like Hong Kong, especially in the heart of Central, this is no ordinary luxury home; it's worth at least hundreds of millions.

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh, "It seems I underestimated the Lu family's wealth in Hong Kong."

Lu Jingyi poured two glasses of warm water and handed him one.

"Come on."

"Mr. Chen now has billions of dollars at his disposal, and he still has the nerve to complain about expensive houses in front of me?"

"Money and houses are not the same."

Chen Mo took the water glass.

"Money in an account is just a string of numbers."

"With the house right in front of you, the impact is even more direct."

Lu Jingyi parted her red lips slightly and chuckled softly, "Alright, stop being sentimental. You'll get used to it after a few more visits. Come upstairs with me; your room is on the second floor."

Chen Mo followed.

The second-floor corridor is covered with light-colored carpet, making almost no sound when you step on it.

Lu Jingyi pushed open the door to a guest room.

The room is spacious, with a private bathroom, a walk-in closet, a small desk, and a view of a corner of Victoria Harbour from the window.

The bedding is dark gray.

There was an unopened bottle of mineral water on the bedside table.

New toiletries were neatly arranged next to it.

The walk-in closet door was ajar, and Chen Mo went over to take a look.

There were several sets of men's clothing hanging inside: shirts, casual pants, pajamas, and jackets.

They even prepared ties and cufflinks, and the sizes were perfect.

Chen Mo was genuinely taken aback this time.

"Sister Jingyi."

"Um?"

"When did you prepare this?"

Lu Jingyi stood at the door with her arms crossed. Instead of answering directly, she sighed, "You're only 18 now. Who knows if you'll grow any taller? These were all custom-made to your current size. You should wear them a few times as soon as possible."

Chen Mo looked at the clothes in the dressing room, and some words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

His heart suddenly softened.

"Thank you, Sister Jingyi."

Lu Jingyi couldn't stand his sudden gentle tone and felt a little uncomfortable.

Don't overthink it.

Lu Jingyi coughed softly.

"You are now the most important asset for the company. Maintaining this asset is also one of the CEO's responsibilities."

Chen Mo chuckled.

"Am I an asset?"

"right."

Lu Jingyi was very serious.

"Moreover, it is a highly volatile, high-risk, and high-return asset."

"So, how does Mr. Lu plan to manage the risk?"

Lu Jingyi glanced at him.

"First, go to bed early tonight. Second, be at the company at 10 a.m. sharp tomorrow. Finally, no cold sandwiches allowed."

Chen Mo laughed out loud.

"It will be very difficult to implement."

"Then I'll supervise it myself."

After those words were spoken, there was a moment of silence between the two of them.

The light from outside the window refracted through the glass and fell on the side of Lu Jingyi's face.

Because she was at home, one button of her black blazer was undone, and her delicate collarbone was faintly visible in the soft light.

The two stood at the door of the dressing room, less than half a foot apart, and an ambiguous atmosphere quietly grew in the small space.

Lu Jingyi looked away first.

"My room is at the end of the hallway."

After she finished speaking, she felt that her words were a bit redundant, so she added a sentence.

"You can contact me if you need anything."

Chen Mo looked at her: "Can't sleep?"

Lu Jingyi looked at him for two seconds, then smiled.

"Then count the sheep yourself."

Chen Mo shrugged. Lu Jingyi turned to leave, but stopped at the door.

"Oh, right."

"Um?"

"The rooms here are always available for you. When you return to Hong Kong, this will be your home."

After saying that, as if afraid that Chen Mo would say something inappropriate, she left directly.

Chen Mo walked to the window, where the night view of Victoria Harbour stretched out beneath his feet.

The lights in this city are much brighter than those in Jiangcheng.

But at this moment, the young man standing atop Central felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

He then picked up the set of pajamas from the bedside.

The fabric was soft and had a faint scent of cedar, somewhat like the fragrance on Lu Jingyi's body.