His physiological preference

Haicheng, a city of great prosperity and happiness.

When Qin Yuzheng returned home after finishing his social engagements, it was almost midnight.

There was a reception dinner the night before the economic summit, which he had to attend.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, he drank a few cups—not many, but with a strong aftereffect.

When Fang Yibin drove him back, he got out of the car.

She is in Beijing, not at home.

Qin Yuzheng was in a bad mood, feeling very uncomfortable, and missing his baby very much.

Qin Yuzheng went upstairs, walked to Yang Zhiyan's door, and took out his key to open it.

Qin Yuzheng went in and turned on the lights. The living room was empty. The cushions on the sofa were neatly arranged, and there were a few daisies in a vase on the coffee table. The petals were a little wilted, and the water was almost gone.

Qin Yuzheng walked into the bedroom. The bed was made neatly, and the blankets still carried her scent, faint, like some kind of flower.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the book she had placed on the bedside table, flipped through a couple of pages, and then put it down again.

He's been staying with Yang Zhiyan these past few days, sleeping in her bed, using her pillow, and covered with her blanket.

She wasn't here, but her scent lingered. He came out of the shower, still in his pajamas, his hair not completely dry, water droplets dripping from the ends and onto his shoulders.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table, glanced at it, and saw no messages from her.

He knew she went out to dinner with Su Wan and Xu Yun tonight.

She spoke in a relaxed and happy tone, like a child who had found a new playmate. He didn't want to spoil her mood.

Qin Yuzheng's phone vibrated. He opened it. It was that anonymous number again.

Several photos were sent over in quick succession, one after another.

He clicked on the first picture. Yang Zhiyan and Xu Yun were in a barbecue restaurant, sitting face to face. Xu Yun was putting food into her bowl, and she had a faint smile on her lips.

In the second picture, the two are walking side by side on the road. Xu Yun is walking on the side closest to the road, while Yang Zhiyan is walking on the inside. Her head is slightly turned towards him, as if she is listening to what he is saying.

In the third picture, the two are standing at the entrance of the subway station. Yang Zhiyan leans forward slightly, and from this angle, it looks like she is leaning on his shoulder.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth photos. The angles of each one are excellent.

Every single one of them is ambiguous and suggestive, so much so that if you didn't know the truth, you would really think they were a couple.

Qin Yuzheng looked at the photos twice. He put his phone on the bedside table, leaned against the headboard, and closed his eyes.

I laughed in exasperation. Who on earth is so jealous of his success?

He believed in Yang Zhiyan's character; she wasn't the kind of person who would have two relationships at once.

Trust is one thing, jealousy is another. He was jealous; he should have gone to Beijing tonight to be with her, this damn job.

At this moment, Qin Yuzheng felt that power wasn't so important. At least not as important as Yang Zhiyan.

Qin Yuzheng opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and dialed Fang Yibin's number.

Fang Yibin had just finished showering and his hair was still wet when his phone rang. Seeing that it was his boss's number, he answered it twice as fast as usual.

"lead."

"Check this hidden number." Qin Yuzheng sent over a string of numbers.

"They posted photos anonymously a few times. Find out who did it. Also, book me a ticket to Beijing for tomorrow afternoon."

Fang Yibin took out his phone and jotted down these two things in his notes app. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Boss, don't you have a meeting on Sunday...?"

"Postponed to Monday." Qin Yuzheng's tone left no room for argument.

Fang Yibin hung up the phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the ceiling.

A boss who doesn't date is miserable; he works overtime until he's exhausted and nobody cares.

His life is even more miserable when his boss is in a relationship; he has to handle official business when his boss is on vacation; he has to work overtime when his boss comes back; and he is even worse off when his boss is in a bad mood.

He sighed, picked up his phone, and started contacting people to check the number. People in love are terrifying; they can't even wait half a day.

Fang Yibin acted quickly. When he called Qin Yuzheng, his voice was hesitant.

"Boss, we've found it. The number is..."

"Who is it?"

"She is your mother's secretary."

Qin Yuzheng paused for a moment, his hand holding the phone still. He had thought of many people: his competitors, those who disliked him, and even Mo Yunyun.

He never considered that it was his mother. Qin Yuzheng was so angry at his mother's actions that he laughed.

At one o'clock in the morning, Qin Yuzheng dialed his mother's number.

Shen Yu's sleep quality is average.

At this age, I sleep lightly, wake up easily, and find it hard to fall back asleep.

She had just fallen asleep when her phone rang, its sound particularly jarring in the quiet bedroom.

She frowned, reached for her phone, and squinted at the light from the screen. Qin Yuzheng. Her eldest son.

Shen Yu was taken aback. He rarely called her, maybe only a handful of times a year. She answered the phone.

"Mom," Qin Yuzheng's voice came through the microphone.

"Ah Zheng?" Shen Yu's voice was still hoarse from sleep. "What happened so late?"

"My relationship with my girlfriend is none of your business," Qin Yuzheng said coldly.

Shen Yu was instantly wide awake. She sat up in bed, leaned against the headboard, held her phone in one hand, and pulled the blanket back up with the other.

"What do you mean?" Her voice turned cold. "I didn't even know you had a girlfriend, let alone know her."

Qin Yuzheng did not respond. Silence spread between the two.

"You know what you've done," Qin Yuzheng said, and then hung up the phone.

Shen Yu held her phone, listening to the busy tone coming from the receiver, and stood there stunned for several seconds.

Shen Yu was so angry that her hands were trembling as she dialed Qin Guobing's number. It rang several times before Qin Guobing answered, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

"What's wrong?"

"Your son!" Shen Yu's voice rose.

"Your son called me in the middle of the night to interrogate me! He said I interfered in his affairs! He said I know what I did! What did I do? I don't even know who his girlfriend is!"

Qin Guobing remained silent for a few seconds on the other end. He listened to Shen Yu's words, his voice calm and unhurried.

"I asked A-Shang about this. He said his brother was serious."

Qin Guobing paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, "It's good enough that he's willing to get married, so don't cause any trouble."

Shen Yu was so angry she couldn't speak. "You also think I did something? I don't even know her, why would I bother?"

Qin Guobing sighed on the other end of the line. "That's for the best. I'm going to sleep; I have an interview tomorrow." He hung up the phone.

Shen Yu gripped her phone, furious. Those who didn't grow up beside her were definitely not considerate.

She lay down, pulled the blanket up to her chin, closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

She's now curious about Ah Zheng, her girlfriend whom she's never met.

Saturday night, around 8 p.m.

Qin Yuzheng's plane landed at Beijing Airport.

He's been working intensely these past few days, finishing all the work that had piled up during his vacation, and leaving the less urgent tasks to Fang Yibin.

When Fang Yibin saw him off at the airport, watching his boss drag his suitcase into the terminal, he felt that his boss was light and cheerful, completely different from the person who had been sitting in the office just a few days ago, signing documents silently and without saying a word.

Fang Yibin sighed inwardly, thinking how wonderful it is to be in love.