"I'll take you to the interview," Lin Tingfeng replied with a smile, his tone full of affection. His voice was warm and deep, like the sound of a midnight radio broadcast, soothing people's hearts.

Ye Wenyu was happy, but she still asked sensibly, "So, are you busy?" She looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window with a cheerful smile. The magnolia tree seemed to be about to bloom, and the branches were full of white flower buds.

She thought to herself that by the time of the interview, the magnolias would be in full bloom, and the trees would be covered in white petals—it would be incredibly beautiful and fragrant, turning the entire campus into a large, fragrant garden.

Lin Tingfeng, thinking about his current situation, said to her, "I'm not too busy." Actually, he was practically unemployed. The days felt unbearably long. Before, as president of the Lin Group, a year felt like a single day; he always felt there wasn't enough time. Now, a day felt like a year, as if he were living in a celestial realm. He didn't know how to pass the time, and this girl actually thought he was as busy as before. Thinking of this, he felt anxious and a little sad, and his face inexplicably flushed.

He thought to himself, if all else fails and he can't take back the Lin Group, he has to pull himself together and find a senior management job in a private or foreign company.

Ye Wenyu laughed and said, "Okay, let's go together then. I've found that you're a lucky star. Last time, I did so well on the exam because you accompanied me."

Lin Tingfeng laughed. It was the first time he had heard someone call him a lucky star, not a jinx. It was quite novel, but this novelty brought him great joy.

You know, in the past, in many people's minds, he was a monster with long horns and sharp edges, someone that everyone feared.