Was he in such a hurry? He didn't even ask the young man's name.

It has been more than an hour since he left, and the young man still hasn't called him!

He shouldn't have let him leave; he should have stayed in his arms and not gone anywhere. Zou Minchen's eyes turned dark and deep, and as they became completely black, a hint of helplessness slowly surfaced. How could he bear to force that little guy?

He sighed inwardly and drank the wine in his glass.

He beckoned his secretary over and said in a deep voice, "Check who checked into the hotel today."

After saying that, he seemed a little uneasy and frowned as he added, "We've found all the cases from the past week."

After the banquet ended, Zou Minchen, who never stayed away from home, walked out of the hotel. Suddenly, he paused, turning to look at the trash can by the door. A folded, gold-embossed business card was stuck on the edge of the trash can, gleaming under the light; clearly, the previous owner hadn't even bothered to throw it away.

Zou Minchen pursed his lips.

What a naughty little thing.

-

As the year drew to a close, Qingyun did not return to the Xiao family home for the New Year. He had just angered Xiao's father and had also come out as gay. Xiao's father was furious at the moment, and if he went home, he would probably lose both his legs.

Fortunately, Xiao's father was probably too angry to think straight and forgot to freeze Xiao Chengnuo's assets, so Qingyun has been enjoying herself outside these past few days.

He took advantage of his free time to learn more about the Xiao family's businesses. It wasn't that Qingyun intended to compete with Xiao Chengzhe for the Xiao Corporation. Qingyun was always incredibly arrogant and wouldn't stoop to fighting with the protagonist.

Moreover, in his previous life, Nie Chenyuan's businesses were so wealthy that they rivaled those of a nation, and Qingyun, the "CEO's wife," looked down on the Xiao family at all.

Closing the documents in her hand, Qingyun rubbed her temples, a malicious smile playing on her lips. More than snatching the Xiao family business from Xiao Chengzhe, Qingyun was curious about Xiao Chengnuo's expression when, after all his scheming, he finally acquired the Xiao family business only to find himself still penniless.

After pondering the course of the world for a while, Qingyun glanced at the time, stood up, picked up her coat from the door, and stepped into the biting wind and snow of Yancheng.

His goal was Yenching University.

By this time, students had long since left for summer vacation, and most of the faculty and staff had also left, leaving only a few students scattered around the campus.

Zhao Bowen was one of them. Right now, he was huddled under the corridor of a small shop, eating a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).