Chapter 30 The Domineering CEO (The End) [VIP]

"It's my honor," Yan Chen said gently as he accepted the bouquet.

His cold and aloof demeanor softened at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and at this moment, no one who saw him would feel that this person was usually unapproachable.

The group of secretaries behind them were dumbfounded.

Although they could roughly guess that the person who struck up the conversation was an old acquaintance of President Yan, they wondered who this person was that could bring down their aloof and unattainable President Yan!

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go get the car and come over," the man holding the flowers said gently.

After Qingran nodded, Yan Chen turned and walked towards the parking lot. He saw Hong Yue, whose expression was complicated, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

The Changsheng Building has an elevator that goes directly to the underground parking lot. Yan Chen came out from the main entrance because he knew Qing Ran was coming.

After Yan Chen left, Hong Yue walked up to Qing Ran under the gossipy gazes of the secretaries and extended his right hand.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Zhou."

Qingran reached out and shook his hand in return, but said, "Not long, only a week."

Hong Yue wasn't concerned about that. He withdrew his hand and said meaningfully, "That's because I thought Mr. Zhou had already left a week ago."

Qingran smiled faintly, "What you think is correct."

Hong Yue looked at him inquisitively: "If that's the case, then why did Mr. Zhou appear outside Changsheng today?"

Yan Chen finally made up his mind to end this complicated relationship, and he didn't want Zhou Qingran to reappear and entangle with him.

Qingran, who understood the deeper meaning in his words, was not angry. She smiled calmly and said, "Assistant Hong has probably misunderstood something. I didn't just appear today."

Hong Yue's mind instantly flashed back to the scene two days ago when Yan Chen called to say he wouldn't be coming to the company, and his brows immediately furrowed.

To put it bluntly, the root of his dissatisfaction with Zhou Qingran was that he felt the person was cunning and unpredictable.

They treat relationships lightly and act recklessly.

Yan Chen is the kind of person who, once he's made up his mind, will never turn back, even if he hits a brick wall. He's really afraid that Yan Chen will be ruined by Zhou Qingran because of his feelings.

"Considering your good relationship with Ah Chen, I'll give Assistant Hong some advice."

"I saw Yan Chen drive out," Qing Ran said.

He stepped forward and whispered in Hong Yue's ear, "Mind your own business when it comes to young lovers."

He carried an aura like that of a mountain forest after rain; the clear coolness of his voice reached the depths of one's mind, like the hiss of a venomous snake.

A subtle sense of danger stimulates the cerebral cortex, causing a surge in adrenaline.

Hong Yueqiang calmly looked at the person who had finished speaking and stepped back.

The other person wore a joyful smile that contrasted sharply with their indifferent tone; their eyes were bright and their appearance was stunning.

Like a poisonous poppy.

"Thank you for your concern, Assistant Hong. I'll remember to suggest to Ah Chen that you get a raise."

He raised his hand and gestured with his fingers as a farewell, then turned and walked away with light steps.

My body is still trembling from the danger I just sensed.

Hong Yue watched Zhou Qingran's figure disappear into the distance as the car drove away, then took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

Yan Chen was defeated by Zhou Qingran... No wonder.

On the other side, inside the car.

What were you saying to Assistant Hong just now?

The man who leaned over to fasten his seatbelt asked this question.

Upon closer inspection, the man has thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and excellent bone structure; his high, straight nose resembles a towering mountain peak.

“I told him not to meddle in the affairs of young lovers,” Qingran said leisurely, tracing the bridge of his nose with her fingertips.

Yan Chen raised his eyelashes, and beneath the thick lashes, his eyes shone like stars, with an unconscious brilliance.

He enjoyed listening to Qingran describe their relationship in a natural way.

He then remembered that Hong Yue had previously done things for him: "Hong Yue..."

Qingran's fingertips slid down to touch his lips: "I know, he's doing this for you. Don't worry, I don't mind."

Yan Chen still had a slight frown on his brow.

He knew that his only two friends didn't really like Qingran, so of course he wouldn't blame Qingran for being willful, but...

After a moment, she composed herself and said, "If my friend doesn't like it, we don't have to meet. I'll figure something out."

Qingran nodded indifferently: "It's enough that Achen likes me. I don't care about anyone else."

Yan Chen chuckled to himself.

Indeed, Qingran has always been too lazy to bother with people she doesn't care about.

Since that's the case, let's just let nature take its course.

That evening, the two had dinner and returned to their apartment near Yan Chen's company.

The first thing the man did after getting home was to find the perfect vase to keep the bouquet of roses.

When Qingran came out after taking a shower, she saw bright red roses blooming dazzlingly on the living room table, adding a vibrant touch to the otherwise austere house.

The man went into the bathroom after him.

Qingran walked to the table, stroked the delicate rose petals, and called out the system, feeling it necessary to ask about the "mission" again.

This question indeed yielded important information.

Is there a time limit for completing the task?

System: [Yes, the mission time usually lasts until the end of the storyline. Not just the storyline we play, but the entire storyline of the small world.]

Qingran asked, puzzled: [What do you mean?]

The system hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to tell the host the truth.

[Actually, these small worlds we've traveled through aren't truly self-generated worlds, but rather were created for some reason, based on novels written by humans.]

[The energy the main system asks us to collect is the energy that dissipated when the world lines converged at the moment the story was completed.]

I see. No wonder the system keeps saying it needs to maintain the storyline.

Although it was eventually discovered that even if the plot collapsed, the small world would still function normally.

What will happen here after the world lines converge?

[The world will fall into a state of silence, similar to the primordial chaos before creation, and then wait for enough energy to accumulate before resuming operation.]

[A cycle that repeats itself?]

[The cycle repeats itself.]

I looked up and out the window.

The night sky outside the window was deep and dotted with stars.

Qingran couldn't see anything fake or unreal about this world.

From this perspective, the so-called small world is not an illusion, but rather a kind of special secret realm?

How long until the story concludes?

[Less than three months left.] the system said. [The original storyline only went up to the point where the male lead and the official love interest confessed their feelings and confirmed their relationship; there were no side stories.]

[What caused the formation of that small world?]

[I really don't know.] The system scratched its head with its wings.

[However, a rumor circulates within the system that a god, finding his long life too boring, chose to annihilate himself, and the energy he released after his fall formed these small worlds through some special means.]

It's reasonable, but there's no evidence.

The sound of water in the bathroom of the conversation room stopped.

After showering, the man, wrapped in a towel, walked up behind Qingran, put his arm around his waist, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The damp air, carrying a rich citrus scent, invaded Qing's nose.

Qingran tilted her head slightly to let the kisses from behind fall on her ear and neck, and said, "I'm thinking about how to take Achen with me."

"Hmm? Where to take it?"

"Wherever I go, Ah Chen will go."

The man let out a few deep, magnetic laughs through his nose: "Alright, I'll go wherever Qingran goes. Have you figured out how to take me with you?"

"I'm thinking about it."

Yan Chen thought Qing Ran was talking about his work or joking, but little did he know that Qing Ran was really thinking about taking the man away with her.

"Then you'd better think about it carefully," Yan Chen said from behind.

The hand resting on the table was grasped from behind, fingers interlocked.

The man pressed his body close to him while tirelessly telling him about his recent feelings.

“I’m glad, glad that you’re willing to acknowledge our relationship in front of others.”

Qingran felt her back burning from the man's body heat: "When have I ever refused to admit it?"

“It’s different,” Yan Chen said with a smile, without explaining.

He lowered his eyelashes and murmured a sigh.

"Sometimes I wonder why I went to Xia Province for inspection in June instead of three months earlier."

Especially during the time when Qingran left him, he would always uncontrollably fall into such emotions.

He kept making assumptions: maybe if he had gone three months earlier, the lie wouldn't have been a lie.

Qingran frowned, adjusted her posture, and leaned on the table: "You wouldn't have met me three months earlier."

"Is that so?"

"uh-huh."

He hadn't transmigrated yet at that time.

The man smiled faintly, as if he had figured something out; this way, he wouldn't have to live with regrets forever.

He lowered his body to kiss Qingran's lightly bitten lips, and mumbled words escaped from between his lips.

"...Wherever you go, remember to take me with you."

Qingran didn't have time to answer him.

The forceful kiss left him breathless, and he looked up to avoid it, only able to catch a glimpse of the hands controlling him out of the corner of his eye.

The man had a broad frame, which made his hands appear larger as well; when he clenched his fists, they could be completely enclosed.

Suddenly, his hand moved and bumped into the vase.

With a muffled thud, the bouquet of roses tipped over, water gushed from the bottle, and a few petals drifted haphazardly, staining Qing's face.

Qingran exhaled softly, and the petal drifted back onto the table, where he pressed it under his face.

Before long, it was thoroughly ravaged and ground into bright red flower juice.

Pluck the flower while it blooms, for it will soon be gone and only bare branches remain.

...

The waves in the sky are easy to fade away, but the heat is hard to stay.

It's already mid-October, and the time when the storyline mentioned by the system is about to end is fast approaching.

Qingran and Yan Chen spent the last three months living a blissful life together.

As for his relationship with Hong Yue and Su Yu, just as he had told Yan Chen, they tacitly kept their distance.

However, Hong Yue met Qing Ran more often due to work, and over time, his attitude towards Qing Ran was not as averse as it was at the beginning.

Qingran guessed that this might be the reason why he and Yan Chen had settled down.

It doesn't matter if it's not true or not; he doesn't care.

During this time, he didn't forget to invite Wang Lei and his girlfriend to visit Beijing.

Wang Lei came alone, saying that Li Yanmei was accumulating experience for opening a hair salon and had found a job there, so she couldn't leave for the time being.

After his trip, he plans to find a car repair shop to become an apprentice and learn the skills.

While recounting his recent situation, he couldn't help but marvel at Yan Chen's status, admitting that he had spoken a bit too loudly to Yan Chen in the past.

As expected of his brother, he has excellent taste!

Everyone has their own life and goals, which Qingran thinks is pretty good.

On the day he left, he peeled a plate of pomelos and brought it to his study.

At that moment, the man was sitting behind his desk working. He had taken off his suit and tie and looked calm and abstinent with a cold and stern expression.

Qingran hasn't deliberately stuck with Yan Chen these past few days just because the story is nearing its end, because he knows that the two of them will meet again sooner or later.

Step over and put down the fruit plate.

Noticing this, Yan Chen took a moment from his busy schedule to explain, "I'll be done soon."

Unidentified energy gradually dissipated into the air.

The spiritual core sensed the changes in the unseen world, slowly solidified into a physical form, and began to undergo a qualitative change.

The unexpected gain surprised Qingran.

[Host, the world lines are converging. We should go.] The system notified us after collecting energy.

Qingran snapped out of her daze and placed her hand on the man's shoulder: "We'll meet again when you wake up."

He will take Yan Chen's soul back to the Great World to be reincarnated, and after he grows up, he will send him to those prestigious sects to study under masters.

In this way, Yan Chen would not have to suffer the pains of birth, aging, sickness, and death that ordinary people experience, and could stay with him for a long time.

However, Qingran did not expect that the soul extracted from Yan Chen's body was an incomplete fragment!

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