Jing Jihan has always been meticulous with work, and even as a high-ranking executive, he frequently burns the midnight oil alongside company employees. It’s not uncommon for the smart lights in the president’s office to stay on for two days and two nights. Recently, with frequent personnel changes and Jing Jihan being absent from the company last month, numerous important documents and meetings piled up. Lu Zhao returned to the company and took the elevator directly to the president’s office floor. Jing Jihan had just returned from a meeting and was walking out of another elevator. Zhou He was following him, rigorously delivering a meeting analysis report: "Kang Ming’s newly drafted contract has significant issues. Their board management is seasoned, having previously communicated with Jing Yuanbin’s side to grant a five percent concession. Although this concession hasn’t changed, they’ve clearly tampered with the contract otherwise, aiming to exploit our personnel changes by taking advantage of recent international interest rate shifts." Jing Jihan headed towards the office, passing Lu Zhao without stopping, his gaze lingering on Lu Zhao’s face for a second. Upon entering the office, he glanced at the time while walking inside: "Keep a close eye on Kang Ming’s contract; there’s no need to waste time on anything else." Zhou He followed him in: "Okay." As Lu Zhao entered the office, Jing Jihan turned to him: "The financial investment team in the capital city needs a complete replacement within a week. The financial bonds analysis department here in Jiang City also has significant issues; the analysts are inadequate and will eventually need replacing. We could consider collaborating with a bonds analysis company." Lu Zhao: "How about the RH Bonds Institute?" "It’s worth considering for the shortlist," Jing Jihan replied calmly. "Speaking of RH’s Mr. Xie, he’s recently been making a name for himself on Wall Street, competent and sharp-minded, a decent partner, though the institutions under his name aren’t mature yet." "The funding chain at Pengchen Real Estate has been broken for over four months. Zhou He, find a time to discuss it with their boss. Also, don’t worry about Kang Ming’s old Zhao and Jing Yuanbin’s private dealings yet; no need for interference, it’s not the right time." Seeing that Jing Jihan hadn’t taken a seat at his desk and had already stopped speaking, Zhou He concluded that business matters were settled. With some content from the meeting needing to be organized by assistants, he left the office. Jing Jihan stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window; it was already nine o’clock at night, the bustling city center vibrant with neon lights and flowing traffic. Lu Zhao walked over: "Mr. Jing, the items have been delivered." Jing Jihan placed one hand in his pocket, his gaze gently focused out the window: "Mm." "Miss Shi Su dared not accept them, so I had to force them on her. Maybe it wasn’t handled too well." Jing Jihan glanced at him sideways: "She didn’t stuff the card in your mouth, which is already giving you face." That’s probably because I ran fast. Jing Jihan then took out his phone, lowered his eyes, his long, distinct fingers entered the now-familiar phone number that he’d grown accustomed to over the past month. Saving Shi Su’s number, he entered the messaging page under her name. Lu Zhao stood by, suddenly commenting: "Mr. Jing, people don’t seem to text much nowadays." He glanced at Jing Jihan’s cold gaze sweeping towards him, feeling like an absolute bore when it came to relationships due to his limited interaction with women. However, Mr. Jing was evidently even more... Lu Zhao quickly averted his gaze, pretending to be absorbed in thought, and mumbled, "People use WeChat more." Jing Jihan paused, then calmly tapped open WeChat. Watching as Mr. Jing directly tapped the top right corner to add, entered Shi Su’s phone number, searched, and added, all in one smooth motion, Lu Zhao couldn’t help but marvel at witnessing such a rare sight: a hardened man blooming like a miraculous flower. He wondered if someday he’d be killed by Mr. Jing to silence this knowledge. Newest update provided by novel•fire.net After all, Mr. Jing’s WeChat, ever since the inception of the app, was merely registered for convenience along with the rest of the company. Although Mr. Jing had registered, other than the shameless second young master of the Jing Family who added him, he hadn’t added anyone else and almost never opened WeChat. Matters were typically communicated over the phone, making the app practically unnecessary for Mr. Jing. Shi Su carried Mianmian’s gifts upstairs; apart from a few dolls, toys, and dresses, all other items were temporarily confiscated by her, placed in the envelope Lu Zhao brought, alongside the black card. After bathing and drying Mianmian’s hair in the child’s room, Shi Su was preparing to take her own shower. She turned on the master bedroom light and saw the box containing Jing Jihan’s discarded attire she’d packed away. Quickly averting her gaze, she proceeded directly to the bathroom. But before entering, her phone, placed in the living room, suddenly chimed. She dashed out to grab it. It was a WeChat voice message from Jun, and knowing it was late, she cut straight to the point: "You’ve had quite a bit of exposure on Weibo lately. Some advertisers have noticed your image and your role on Yao Platform, and based on your current situation, they see potential in your future prospects. They’re considering collaborating with you on a consumer-friendly skincare brand, initially as a star ambassador. If the ads perform well, we can consider advancing to a brand friend or a product endorsement title within six months. I’m planning on signing you up." Shi Su pondered: "Which skincare brand is it? Is it reliable?" "Of course, it’s reliable! Let me send you the info, take a look when you can." The voice message concluded, and Jun quickly sent her the details. Shi Su opened it and, to her surprise, found it was one of the renowned domestic brands specializing in everyday hygiene and skincare products. Mostly domestic goods, but they have been bestselling in the country for decades, indeed quite affordable, practically a household staple. She sent Jun an OK-hand emoji in reply, about to set her phone down for a shower when she noticed the WeChat contact list showing a red number 1—someone added her on WeChat. She clicked in to take a glance—a generic white background with a gray silhouette for the WeChat avatar, merely two letters JH in the name. In this day and age, who still uses such default avatars? Hopefully not a phone-virus-carrying bot. Without hesitation, Shi Su tapped refuse, decisively putting down her phone and heading into the master bedroom for her shower. Jing Jihan lowered his eyes to see the phone’s screen suddenly displaying "Rejected," his clear and serene black eyes gradually squinted as if doubting his sight, pulling the phone closer for a careful look. ——The recipient rejected adding you as a friend.