Idol filter is 800 meters thick
The person Feng Jinxuan mentioned who needed to be "visited" ultimately did not get to be seen immediately.
Assistant Wang called to say that there was an emergency at the company and he needed to go back immediately to handle it.
That fan meeting, which could be described as the most awkward in history, ended in such an inconclusive way.
But Yu Jinli knew that something had completely changed.
The next morning, Feng Jinxuan, as usual, dressed in a sharp suit and sat at the dining table watching financial news.
He remained as aloof and unapproachable as ever, as if the man who had been at a loss in the dressing room yesterday was merely a figment of Yu Jinli's imagination.
But Yu Jinli's gaze towards him was different.
Before, when she looked at him, she saw walking RMB, her long-term meal ticket, and a client she had to serve carefully.
Now, when she looks at him, she sees... a fallen, broken, pitiful... idol.
She would automatically ignore the aloofness emanating from him and imagine him smiling in the wind on the cliff face back then.
She automatically filters out his harsh and sarcastic remarks, translating them as "the unique concern that the great master is not good at expressing."
She put an 800-meter-thick idol filter on him, making him look pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at him.
"Boss, soup, please."
Yu Jinli placed a bowl of dark soup with a strange medicinal smell in front of Feng Jinxuan with a hopeful expression.
Feng Jinxuan put down the newspaper, glanced at the bowl of suspiciously colored liquid, and frowned almost imperceptibly.
"What's this?"
"A complete tonic soup!" Yu Jinli introduced with pride. "I got up at five o'clock this morning and personally went to the kitchen to watch Chef Zhang make it for you! It contains angelica, astragalus, goji berries, ginseng... specially for replenishing qi and blood, and strengthening the body's foundation!"
"You used to do extreme sports, which must have taken a toll on your energy. Now that you're plagued by bad luck, it's just making things worse. You absolutely need to replenish your energy!"
Feng Jinxuan looked at her bright eyes, which were filled with "Praise me!", and then at the ginseng root floating in the bowl with the steam.
He remained silent for a moment, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp without any expression.
The taste... is hard to describe.
It's like boiling the entire Chinese medicine shop into a bowl.
"How was it? How was it?" Yu Jinli asked expectantly.
“…It’s alright.” The man squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.
Then, with remarkable ease, he picked up the coffee cup next to him and took a big gulp.
Standing not far away, Assistant Wang silently lit a row of candles for his boss in his heart.
Boss, just admit it, what you're drinking now isn't coffee, it's an antidote.
Since the incident where her identity was exposed, Yu Jinli's concern for Feng Jinxuan has become all-encompassing.
When his meetings lasted a long time, she would time it perfectly, make him a cup of honey water, and place it next to him, ostensibly to "replenish his energy."
When he worked late at night, she would quietly drape a soft cashmere blanket over him, saying it was to "prevent the cold from getting in."
She even found a book called "The Elderly's Health Preservation Handbook" in some obscure corner, and every day she would study the acupoint diagrams in it to learn how to "activate the body's potential" through massage.
Feng Jinxuan outwardly expressed his utter disdain for her eccentric behavior.
"boring."
"eventful."
"Your job is to be a special assistant, not a babysitter."
These are the three sentences he says most often.
But Assistant Wang saw more than once that after Yu Jinli delivered the items and turned to leave, the boss would look at the cup of honey water with a gentle smile that even he himself did not notice.
He also noticed that every morning, the boss would subconsciously touch the blanket that had been draped over his shoulders at some point.
He also saw that the boss had even started secretly searching online for absurd questions like "how to politely refuse someone's excessive concern."
Assistant Wang felt that his boss might be... even more seriously ill.
Moreover, he was quite ill.
That day, Yu Jinli was in his office, diligently studying the promotion plan for the "Jinli is Here" APP version 2.0.
Now that we've received investment, we need to produce results.
This is her basic quality as an outstanding entrepreneur.
She was engrossed in reading when a pop-up ad from a shopping website suddenly appeared.
It's an auction website for high-end collectibles.
The pop-up window displayed what appeared to be a... old-fashioned black professional racing suit.
The title is: [Chase's Retirement Race Autographed Original Racing Suit, a Unique Item Worldwide, Limited-Time Auction!]
Yu Jinli's breathing stopped instantly.
She clicked on it and stared wide-eyed at the familiar racing suit that had appeared in countless videos, and the flamboyant "Chase" signature that she had imitated countless times.
It's genuine!
She glanced at the current bidding prices.
Five hundred thousand.
Moreover, it is still rising rapidly.
Yu Jinli's heart is bleeding.
Too expensive!
but……
She recalled Feng Jinxuan's dull, lifeless eyes, filled with pain and longing, as he looked at that box in the dressing room.
She remembered the unmistakable hoarseness in his voice when he said, "Chase is dead."
He did remember this man.
He just... dared not remember.
Yu Jinli gritted her teeth and made a decision that would mean she would have to eat dirt for the next two weeks.
She opened her mobile banking app and looked at the "work injury compensation" and "compensation for emotional distress" that had just been deposited into her account and she hadn't even had a chance to enjoy them yet.
Then, she took a deep breath and resolutely entered a new bid.
550,000
560,000
600,000
...
After a fierce competition, the price was finally settled on a number that would give Yu Jinli a heart attack.
One million
With the auctioneer's gavel falling, this legendary racing suit finally belonged to her.
Looking at his bank account that had been emptied in an instant, Yu Jinli felt like a warrior who had just had a kidney removed.
Tragic, yet heroic.
She patted her burning cheeks, comforting herself: It's okay, this is called "emotional investment." As long as she keeps the boss happy, she can earn ten million, even a hundred million, from him later!
Thinking about it this way, it seems... quite a good deal?
She was happily calculating the return on her investment when there was a knock on her office door.
Assistant Wang walked in.
“Ms. Yu,” he handed her a document, “this is what the boss instructed me to give you.”
Yu Jinli took it with a puzzled look and opened it.
It is a... equity transfer agreement.
Thirty percent of the original shares of a newly registered subsidiary of Feng's Group, named "Jinli Technology," were transferred to her free of charge.
The company's core asset is the "Koi is Coming" app.
In other words, Feng Jinxuan not only invested money, but also gave her a large portion of the company.
At the end of the agreement, there was a line of words written by Feng Jinxuan himself, written in a graceful and elegant style.
[A gift to my partner. Wishing us a successful partnership.]
As Yu Jinli looked at the document and the words on it, she felt a lump in her throat.
This man is always like this.
He might say the most sarcastic things, but behind her back, he does the gentlest things for her.
He took all her dreams as his responsibility.
She sniffed and carefully put away the heavy agreement.
Then, she reopened the auction website, looked at the racing suit worth a million dollars, and suddenly felt...
It seems like this deal wasn't a loss at all.
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