Chapter 579 I will give you whatever you want

Feng Lou's pupils dilated slightly.

"Money, resources, connections, I can give you everything."

Ji Wan's tone was unquestionable and carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

"I have only one request."

She leaned forward slightly and stared into Feng Lou's eyes.

"Make me the first companion robot as quickly as possible."

“I want to see the real thing.”

After she finished speaking, Feng Lou did not respond. His gaze drifted to the window, his eyes were a little empty, and he seemed absent-minded.

"Feng Lou?"

Ji Wan's voice grew a little colder.

Feng Lou suddenly came back to his senses, like a trapped beast that was awakened, with a trace of panic in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I...I will do my best."

His answer was somewhat lacking in confidence.

Ji Wan's brows furrowed.

"There's something wrong with you."

She wasn't asking a question, she was stating a fact.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"No!" Feng Lou denied subconsciously, his voice rising a few notches.

He realized his loss of composure and quickly lowered his head to hide his emotions.

"I just... I've been staying up too late lately, and I'm a little tired."

Ji Wan looked at him scrutinizingly, without exposing his poor excuse.

She just spoke coldly.

"I don't care why you're doing this."

"I vote for your ability, not your emotions."

"Take care of your personal affairs and don't let them affect my project."

"Otherwise, I can always replace him."

The cold words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

Feng Lou's body froze, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"I see."

He squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

"Get out."

Ji Wan waved his hand without looking at him again, and returned his gaze to the project book.

Feng Lou stood up and left the office with somewhat unsteady steps.

The door was closed.

Ji Wan looked at the words "AI companion robot" on the project book, and the emotion in his eyes was gloomy.

accompany?

She pulled the corner of her mouth, revealing a sarcastic arc.

The most unreliable thing in this world is companionship.

Wen Yanchi Wen Yan is like a nail house, and he comes to Ji Wan's studio, Ji Group, to punch in every day without fail.

He didn't go in or make a fuss, but just waited quietly downstairs, from the time he got to work to the time he got off work.

A black Bentley parked across the street has become a unique landscape in the company.

Ji Wan knew it, but she turned a blind eye.

She even asked her assistant to close the blinds in the office so that out of sight, out of mind.

That day, she had just finished a high-level meeting and returned to the office when her assistant Lin Na followed her in with a strange expression on her face.

"Boss Ji, Boss Wen..."

"You don't need to report his affairs to me." Ji Wan flipped through the documents without raising his head, his voice flat.

"No," Assistant Lin Na quickly explained, "Boss Wen just ran into Feng Lou."

Ji Wan's hand paused as he was about to sign.

She raised her head, her eyes searching.

Assistant Lin Na swallowed hard and described the scene: "It was right at the elevator entrance. Feng Lou was just about to go to the lab, and Director Wen... I don't know how he got up there. The two of them just stood there facing each other, neither of them saying a word."

"That atmosphere was simply... I felt terrified even from a distance."

"Then what?" Ji Wan asked.

"Then President Wen left, looking extremely unhappy. Feng Lou... Feng Lou also stood there for a long time before moving."

Ji Wan's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table, making a light knocking sound.

A Wen Yan and a Chi Wen Yan.

A Fenglou.

How could these two people who have nothing in common have such a reaction?

She pressed the intercom button.

"Ask Feng Lou to come to my office."

A few minutes later, Feng Lou pushed the door open and walked in.

He still looked the same, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, his hair a little messy, but his whole body was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

"Mr. Ji." He lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse.

"sit."

Ji Wan pointed to the chair opposite.

She didn't speak immediately, but just examined him inch by inch with her all-seeing eyes.

Feng Lou felt uneasy when she looked at him, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Do you know Wen Yanchi Wen Yan?" Ji Wan finally spoke, his tone was calm, but with a pressure that left no room for questioning.

Feng Lou's body suddenly stiffened.

"I don't know." He answered so quickly, as if it was a conditioned reflex.

"Really?" Ji Wan dragged out the last word. "Why do I feel like the way you two look at each other is like you want to eat each other?"

Feng Lou's lips were pressed into a straight line and his jawline was tense.

He didn't say anything, using silence to resist Ji Wan's questioning.

"Feng Lou," Ji Wan leaned forward, folded his hands on the table, and looked at me with a sharp gaze. "Let me ask again."

"What is your relationship with Wen Yan and Chi Wen Yan?"

The air in the office was stagnant.

Feng Lou clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He could feel that Ji Wan's patience was running out bit by bit.

"It doesn't matter."

He still squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, each word carrying stubborn resistance.

Ji Wan stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly smiled.

The smile did not reach his eyes, but instead brought a chill to the bones.

"very good."

She withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, leaned back in her chair, and her tone returned to its previous indifference.

"I don't care what deep hatred you have with him, but don't play the 'you don't like me, I don't like you' game in front of me."

"Put all your energy into the project."

"Otherwise, you know the consequences."

Feng Lou's Adam's apple rolled and he uttered a word with difficulty.

"……yes."

"go out."

Feng Lou felt as if he had been pardoned. He stood up almost immediately and fled from this suffocating space with light steps.

The office door closed again.

Ji Wan picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Help me find someone."

"Feng Lou."

The person on the other end of the phone answered.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Wan looked out the window.

Wen Yanchi's Bentley was still parked there.

She had a strong premonition.

Wen Yanchi's abnormality and Feng Lou's abnormality are definitely not a coincidence.

There is a secret between these two people that she doesn't know.

The information about the person named "Feng Lou" was quickly delivered to Ji Wan's desk.

Very clean.

Too clean.

It's like a piece of white paper that has been deliberately wiped, with nothing else except basic information such as name, age, and alma mater.

In the family background column, there are only two simple words: orphan.

Ji Wan held the thin pages of paper between his fingertips, and the coldness in his eyes grew heavier.

How could the resume of someone who could make Wen Yanchi and Wen Yan lose their composure be so simple?

You're kidding me.

The more this happens, the more it shows there is a problem.

I'm afraid that conventional investigation methods will not reveal anything.

Ji Wan put down the information and picked up another private cell phone.

There are no contacts stored in this phone, only an encrypted communication app.