"Can you... tell me your name?"
Wang Xiaolu looked at him cautiously and asked.
"Ye Qingliu..."
"My name is Wang Xiaolu..."
"Then you should have a good rest."
Ye Qingliu left this message and went out.
Wang Xiaolu lay in bed, his whole body filled with an indescribable joy. He gently placed his hands behind his head, fingers intertwined, a satisfied and lazy smile on his face. His eyes narrowed slightly, gleaming with happiness, as if immersed in a wonderful dream.
From time to time, he would lift one foot and shake it gently, his toes drawing leisurely arcs in the air, as if he was dancing to the melody in his heart.
Occasionally, he would stretch out his arms and gently stroke the soft bedding around him, or hold the pillow in his arms, with a childlike innocent smile on his face. That simple and pure happiness seemed to infect every corner of the room.
At such moments, he exuded an air of ease and comfort, as if all his worries had been thrown away, leaving only joy and satisfaction in his heart.
Until the afternoon, until I was called to eat.
Wang Xiaolu seemed a little uneasy when dining with so many people. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, unable to find a suitable spot. His fingers unconsciously twisted together, revealing his inner tension and anxiety.
He sat at the dining table, leaning forward slightly, as if trying to minimize his presence and avoid attracting too much attention.
His throat felt tight, and he swallowed his food with extreme caution, fearing any unpleasant noises. The cutlery in his hands seemed especially heavy, and he was extremely cautious every time he raised his glass or took a piece of food, fearing any impoliteness.
Ye Qingliu saw all of his actions...
"Xiao Qingliu, you just brought someone here so casually? Aren't you afraid that the other party has bad intentions?"
Yan Yi asked while washing dishes.
Ye Qingliu didn't take Yan Yu's words too seriously when he heard them. He said in a calm and nonchalant tone, "I don't do things I'm not sure of."
"Okay, whatever you want."
"So you plan to keep him here forever?"
"I think this kid is a bit timid and looks very dull."
"Don't speak ill of others."
"Let's take a look at the situation first."
After saying this, Ye Qingliu went out. As soon as he went out, he saw Wang Xiaolu sitting alone in a corner next to the sofa.
"What are your plans next?"
Ye Qingliu asked casually.
"I think... I should go back..."
Even though Wang Xiaolu was extremely reluctant to leave, she had already been here for a few days, so she had no choice but to leave quietly.
"Can I...come see you?"
Wang Xiaolu asked uncertainly.
"Can."
After hearing the other party's answer, Wang Xiaolu's mood naturally improved.
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Inside the conference room, the lights were deliberately dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight shining on the rectangular negotiation table, creating a tense and oppressive atmosphere. The air seemed frozen, even the sound of breathing was distinct.
Jin Chanyun sat at the head of the table, wearing a black suit. His hair was meticulously groomed, and he wore a pair of simple yet stylish metal-framed gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. His face was stern and his eyes were sharp as a knife.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, as if he was calculating the other person's every move.
The other representatives seemed uneasy. Sitting across from Jin Chanyun, enveloped in darkness, they felt an invisible pressure surge from all sides. Their eyes revealed fear and uneasiness, as if they were facing an invincible enemy.
"Our terms are simple," Jin Chenyun's voice was deep and powerful, as if it came from deep underground. "Accept it or leave. We don't have time to waste on fruitless negotiations."
The other representatives looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They had thought it was just an ordinary business negotiation, but they had never expected to encounter such a powerful opponent.
"We...we need time to think about it," one of the representatives said with courage, but his voice was trembling.
"Time?" Jin Suyun sneered, "In this industry, time is money. Every second you waste is a waste of our opportunity. I'll give you one minute to make a decision."
After saying this, Jin Chenyun closed his eyes, as if enjoying the pleasure brought by this oppressive feeling. His fingers continued to tap on the table, and each tap seemed to be tapping the other person's heart.
A minute passed quickly, and the other representative finally made a decision. Although they were unwilling to give in, facing Jin Chanyun's dominance and pressure, they had no choice but to compromise.
"We...we accept your terms," one of the representatives said with difficulty.
Jin Shenyun opened his eyes, a smug smile playing on his lips. He knew he had won the negotiation. He stood up and extended his hand to shake hands with the other representative, but his hand felt like a block of ice, sending a chill down his spine.
"It's a pleasure working with you," Jin Chanyun said, but there was no trace of happiness in his voice.
With the other representative's departure, the conference room returned to calm. But the oppressive feeling lingered for a long time, as if it still lingered in the air, making it hard to forget.
Jin Chanyun once again secured countless benefits for the group behind Organization K. He was the organization's weapon, the one who delivered the ultimate blow, strangling the enemy's throat. He was also Jiang Ju's trusted confidant, possessing 50% of Organization K's secrets.
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