Zhuang Yichen didn’t immediately step back from Wen Nan, lightly biting her lower lip, as if still contemplating the possibility of a kiss. The office park security guard stood by the door, knocked on the car window, and peered inside, saying, "You can’t park here. It’s peak hours, you’ll cause a traffic jam, so hurry up and move forward." Only then did Zhuang Yichen sheepishly withdraw her hand and retreat to the seat beside. "I’ll get out first," Wen Nan said as he opened the door, thanking her before getting out without looking back. Zhuang Yichen moved to the side of the car and rolled down the window, shouting, "Husband!" A clear call caused the pedestrians rushing to work around to glance over at the car. Wen Nan helplessly walked back and bent down, "What is it?" Zhuang Yichen asked, "When are you getting off work?" "Not sure," Wen Nan thought of his mainline task and the other characters he had to explore, replying ambiguously, "It depends on the situation." Zhuang Yichen didn’t want to appear too eager to pick him up, so she leaned lazily into her seat upon hearing that, "Let’s be in touch." As the window closed, Wen Nan stepped back half a step and watched her turn around and leave. A man next to him stepped forward and patted Wen Nan on the shoulder, "Brother Ye, did I hear wrong just now? That beautiful woman in the luxury car seemed to call you husband?!" Wen Nan turned to look at him, and a system prompt echoed in his mind— 9527: [Name: Zhang Dawei Background: A colleague from your company working on the same project. Just a regular NPC, Wen Nan smiled at him dismissively, "No, you heard wrong." Zhang Dawei was skeptical, "I saw you get out of her car." "The rideshare driver sat in the back seat with you?" "So lucky to carpool with a beautiful woman in a fancy car?" Wen Nan stopped replying, smiling at him, thinking this NPC was even more gossipy than the store manager last time. Seeing Wen Nan remain silent, the other person got more excited, "Hey, Brother Ye, could it be... that you had a flash marriage?" Wen Nan didn’t refute, so he simply played along, "Yeah, I accidentally got matched with a rich family’s daughter, got quickly married, spent the whole night happily, and woke up this morning in her castle-like big house, and she even drove me to work." Wen Nan’s words left Zhang Dawei dumbfounded. Standing there, speechless for a long time, he finally came to his senses, laughing and patting Wen Nan on the shoulder, "Hahaha, Brother Ye, you’re hilarious, really hilarious!" Wen Nan shrugged, playing the honest guy, "See, I told you the truth, and you don’t believe me." "I believe you, I believe you." Zhang Dawei laughed, his face clearly saying: I might as well believe you’re Qin Shi Huang. As they talked, they walked into the elevator. The elevator was packed during the morning rush, with hardly any room to stand, so naturally, they stopped discussing such topics. The company Wen Nan worked for leased the top two floors of this office building, and his office with Zhang Dawei was on the top floor. When the elevator stopped at the top floor, it was just the two of them left. With a "ding," the door opened outside, and Zhang Dawei, as he walked out, took out his phone to check the time, "Just on time, within the last three minutes before nine-thirty, just in time for the clock-in." After clocking in through the access system, as they pushed open the door and walked towards their workstations, Zhang Dawei said again, "Brother Dapang scheduled a nine-thirty morning meeting, let’s just put our stuff down and go to the meeting room?" Wen Nan thought, the person Zhang Dawei referred to as "Brother Dapang" should be the one organizing this morning meeting, their direct supervisor. Zhang Dawei came to work with a computer bag, while Wen Nan didn’t even have a bag since the clothes he wore were temporarily bought for him by Yu Shujun at Zhuang Yichen’s request. He scanned the area, intending to find the meeting room and go directly there. However, as his gaze swept across the entire floor, it landed on a spot where people were gathering. It seemed that most of the employees on the floor were gathered around a certain workstation, whispering, each with a serious expression. "What’s going on?" Zhang Dawei also noticed the situation, looking confused, "Isn’t that Brother Dapang’s station?" The two looked at each other and then walked together to the gathering crowd. Zhang Dawei patted the shoulder of a female colleague on the outer edge and asked, "What’s up? Did Brother Dapang have something come up? Is the morning meeting canceled?" Upon hearing this, the female colleague turned around, frantically waving her hands, as if wanting to cover Zhang Dawei’s mouth. Wen Nan saw this and vaguely sensed something was wrong. His gaze went past the crowd and vaguely saw a slender woman at the center of the workstation, gathering items on the desk into a cardboard box. Apparently hearing Zhang Dawei’s words, the woman paused her action of tidying up, her figure noticeably stiffened for a moment, but she quickly resumed cleaning as if she hadn’t heard the chatter around her. Seeing that the woman didn’t react much, the female colleague who spoke earlier grew bolder, taking a step back and, with a hand over her mouth, whispered to Zhang Dawei and Wen Nan, "Did you just arrive? Haven’t you heard? Brother Dapang had an accident... he’s gone." "Gone? What do you mean?" Zhang Dawei, a long-time office worker, clearly hadn’t encountered such things before and didn’t understand immediately, thinking the female colleague was using some internet slang. The female colleague rolled her eyes at Zhang Dawei and reluctantly explained, "Well, he’s dead." "Ah?" Zhang Dawei looked incredulously wide-eyed at the workstation being surrounded, "What happened? Didn’t he just send group emails late last night reminding everyone about the morning meeting? It’s only been a few hours... what happened?"