Sunday happened to be the first day Shi Su went to Tilans for the advertising shoot, located in the city center of Jiang City, not far from the Yu Jing Group. The shooting team and stylists were indeed international top-tier, fast and professional, coupled with the sincere collaboration from Tilans, everything went smoothly. The progress was swift; in the morning they finalized the makeup styling and shot the posters, by afternoon they moved directly to prepare for the filming of the promotional video. The theme of the promotional video was the ocean and freedom. The director from the photography team asked Shi Su to hold her breath underwater first, requiring her to move freely in the water for some time. Although the underwater effect could be achieved with post-production effects, Tilans’ overseas promotional videos were all shot on location, requiring real underwater scenes as true as their products, excellent and genuine, without any false components. The entire afternoon, Shi Su practiced holding her breath in the water. After three o’clock, the shooting team continued to prepare the filming tools and set the time to shoot the next day, allowing her to go back and rest, suggesting that she contact Jun or others if there were any issues to discuss. Shi Su took a simple bath in the hotel room provided by them, changed her clothes, dried her hair, and when she saw the time was nearly four o’clock, she hurried to the Yu Jing Group. Fortunately, the place wasn’t far; walking there took less than ten minutes. As she walked to the square in front of the Yu Jing Group Building, it was her first time being this close. Previously, she had only driven past, traveling on the front sections of the road. Standing here for real, Shi Su looked up at the office building in front of her, knowing full well that meeting Jing Jihan wouldn’t be easy, especially without an appointment. But since she had agreed to meet him at four this afternoon, even though she had no idea what it was about, she had already spoken such words of gratitude; it wouldn’t do to avoid giving back to him now, by making up useless excuses. At this time, Jing Jihan was in the president’s office, cutting off a call on the assistant’s office line, instructing Lu Zhao to deliver a paper document. Lu Zhao was about to get up when he glanced at the high-definition surveillance screen nearby and saw Shi Su’s figure on the square in front of the headquarters building. He quietly said, "Mr. Jing, Miss Shi Su has arrived." Jing Jihan put down the project plan in his hand, turned to look at the surveillance in the president’s office, instructed Lu Zhao to deliver the document, and simultaneously dialed another internal line, asking Zhou He to go down and meet her. Although Lu Zhao was more familiar with Shi Su, he was now embroiled in an urgent project and couldn’t leave. Zhou He received the order and went straight down to the company plaza. In the high-definition surveillance camera, Shi Su wore only a white tracksuit and, perhaps fearing being recognized by people coming and going, wore a matching-colored baseball cap on her head. The cap was pressed low, almost obscuring her face. Standing there, she held her phone and sent a message to Jing Jihan: [Three fifty-six, I am not late.] Simultaneously, she also shared her location, proving that she was indeed at his company. Lu Zhao knocked and entered at this moment, seeing Mr. Jing’s gaze fixed on the surveillance, he placed the file down and glanced at the screen, saying: [Miss Shi Su seems to be wearing too little. It’s very cold today, she shouldn’t catch a chill.] Today, there was a sudden drop in temperature in Jiang City, with temperatures only six or seven degrees Celsius. Many people wore coats, and some even wore down jackets. Shi Su wore only a tracksuit, standing in the center of the square, occasionally raising her phone as if intending to take a photo to show where she stood but eventually, decided against it, putting her phone down and quietly waiting. Thıs content belongs to novel•fire.net Shortly after Lu Zhao’s comment, Zhou He appeared in the square footage. Zhou He initially did not know who Mr. Jing had sent him down to meet. Seeing Shi Su, he quickly approached: "Excuse me, are you Miss Shi Su?" Shi Su glanced at him: "Yes, I am Shi Su, hello." Zhou He nodded respectfully to her, gesturing towards the headquarters building: "Mr. Jing is still busy; he sent me down to welcome you. Please follow me, Miss Shi Su." Shi Su didn’t know this person in front of her, though seeing Zhou He in a suit, and indeed coming from the Yu Jing Group, hesitated for a moment until she received a reply from Jing Jihan. Jing Jihan: [Come up.] Only then did Shi Su follow Zhou He inside. Zhou He didn’t know who this Miss Shi Su was, but to be cared about by Mr. Jing to the extent of getting personally escorted, she received treatment not even frequently visited business partners had been accorded. He carefully accompanied Shi Su, leading the way with a reverent expression. He directly took Shi Su into the dedicated executive elevator, and Shi Su glanced at the illuminated 68th floor, instinctively asking, "Does this elevator only reach the 68th floor?" "Yes, this is the dedicated elevator for the president’s office. Without special circumstances, it doesn’t stop at other floors." Since it didn’t stop on other floors, despite the height, it was a quick ride to the top. "Miss Shi Su, we’re here." The elevator had already reached the top floor, and as Shi Su stepped out, she felt a strange, inexplicable lightness in her legs, glancing through the floor-to-ceiling tempered glass windows surrounding the apogee, as if she could overlook the entire Jiang City in an instant. This excessively high perspective gave her a sense of unreality. Especially as Zhou He led her towards the president’s office, the closer she got to the real existence of Jing Jihan or rather to Jing Jihan as the one in command at Yu Jing Group, the more intense this surreal feeling grew. What exactly had he called her here for at this time? Walking into the president’s office, it wasn’t until Shi Su stood before Jing Jihan’s desk that she noticed Lu Zhao, about to leave. Lu Zhao passed her with a polite nod, having matters to attend to in the company and being a naturally reserved individual, said nothing further before directly leaving. Zhou He, having fulfilled his duty, retreated to the chief assistant’s office. In the president’s office remained only Shi Su, who had just walked in, and Jing Jihan, engaged in a video call with a partner. Seeing he was busy, Shi Su didn’t speak to disturb him. But witnessing the man sitting in the expansive office, his gaze hadn’t passed to her, still engaged in dialogue with someone on the video. Yet, for some reason, hearing his calm, clear voice, watching him engage comfortably with the partner, his sharp and superior demeanor, it seemed that every gesture he made could be a framed painting. Jing Jihan at work seemed vastly different from the person she knew, yet she couldn’t pinpoint what kind of difference it was, though the aloof nobility was evident, more pronounced was his serene focus. In this vast office, he seemed like the sole existence amid the adoration of all life, absorbing all surrounding light wherever he went.