Where did the person go? If I can’t take a photo of that woman today, wouldn’t I miss the most explosive news of my career? At this moment, he seemed to realize something and quickly leaned out from the eighth floor to look down, unable to stop scanning to see if Feng Chengjin had left. Feng Chengjin was looking through the decorative glass behind the counter, smirking deeply, chatting aimlessly with the popcorn girls. Until one of the popcorn girls seemed to spot the reporter as well, and took out a cinema event’s paper bag from underneath, handing it to Feng Chengjin to wrap his hand, while advising, "Mr. Feng, don’t worry, we couldn’t stop him earlier due to time constraints, but this time we’ll find a way to stop him." Feng Chengjin just gave a charming smile, "No need, this time he won’t take any more photos of me." "Really?" The popcorn girl still seemed slightly nervous. Feng Chengjin’s deep eyes flashed a hint of mysterious light, "Yes." Two minutes later, Feng Chengjin carried the paper bag downstairs, and Reporter Liu frowned, immediately following. This time, Reporter Liu boldly followed Feng Chengjin directly into the elevator. Feng Chengjin chuckled quietly, saying nothing. Once out of the elevator, he headed north. Reporter Liu quickly followed, but just as he caught up, he realized Feng Chengjin took the elevator back upstairs again! Reporter Liu was bewildered, the elevator was crowded, and he could only frantically board the nearby one, stopping at each floor to see if Feng Chengjin was there. The abrupt actions made frequent elevator users frown, thinking for a moment they had encountered a lunatic. Finally, discovering Feng Chengjin on the sixth floor, Reporter Liu quickly followed again. Feng Chengjin’s steps halted in the central hall, seemingly waiting for him. But before he could get close, Feng Chengjin swiftly left again. This left Reporter Liu even more bewildered and flushed! Because Feng Chengjin took the transparent sightseeing elevator, going back downstairs! Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI[F]ire.net Reporter Liu clicked his tongue, quickly following. But once more, just reaching the ground floor, he noticed Feng Chengjin already getting off the elevator on the third floor, making him chase up in a hurry. But Feng Chengjin started to leisurely get on the escalator. He began circling around in loops. Reporter Liu was almost spitting blood, beginning to chase with exhausting sprints up and down. In the end, Reporter Liu lost count of how many times he shared the elevator with Feng Chengjin, only feeling that moment of going up, going down, and frequently stopping at floors was utterly nauseating. Also, although Feng Chengjin wasn’t walking fast, he had exceptionally long legs. Those long strides, seemingly relaxed, were exasperatingly difficult to catch up with, making one nearly sprint the entire way! Back and forth, it took about 10 minutes. Reporter Liu finally looked at that figure, trembling with frustration, seeing Feng Chengjin enter the emergency exit staircase once more, knowing chasing any further was futile. Yet watching Feng Chengjin suddenly glance back at him with a smile, then speaking into his lifted phone, it seemed like there was hope. Involuntarily, he followed again. Pushing open the door to the emergency staircase, despite having tripped twice in there already today, he still hadn’t quite learned his lesson. The urge to uncover a big scoop spurred him to hurry in. So, shortly after the door to the emergency staircase closed, a few dark figures approached, and he knew he had messed up again! Feng Chengjin stood on the platform of the next floor, giving him a mocking smile, then paused, bowing respectfully towards someone coming up the stairs, "President Feng, please take your time, I will handle it." Feng Chengjin turned and left. The dark suit was so dashing, it didn’t even give a struggling glance a chance, and as the figure disappeared, Wang Yikun snatched the camera from Reporter Liu, opening it to find a few shots that, although didn’t reveal who they were, still proved the president had a woman he liked, and they were on a date. Wang Yikun chuckled softly, "Fengyu Magazine doesn’t seem to follow the rules anymore?" Noticing the badge on his reporter’s canvas vest that he forgot to remove, Reporter Liu awkwardly pursed his lips, turning his face aside, and quickly took off the badge, stuffing it into the upper vest pocket. Wang Yikun sneered, saying nothing, and began deleting the photos under Reporter Liu’s helpless gaze. However, when he got to the last photo... Wang Yikun stared at the image of Feng Chengjin embracing a woman in a white dress, fully capturing the scene in his arms. Unable to help himself, he showed it to the person next to him, "Is this President Feng?" The voice was puzzled, the eyebrows having a gentle furrow. In the photograph, Feng Chengjin had his back turned, and the woman in his arms not only hid her face, but the whole body was obscured. Only a pair of women’s shoes and a cream-colored long skirt down to the ankles could be seen. The person next to him glanced several times, and although incredulous, after scrutinizing the height, the poise, and the hairstyle on the back of the head, nodded slowly and said, "It should be." Seeing the person beside him also surprisingly sure, Wang Yikun suddenly smiled. Not bothering to delete any more, he directly took out the memory card from the camera without a word. Reporter Liu was shocked and gasped, "Director Wang! That’s my memory card, I still have other resources in there!" Wang Yikun chuckled gently, casting a sidelong glance at Reporter Liu, and said, "So what?" The arrogant tone left Reporter Liu momentarily stunned. He thought for a long while before remembering. Fengyi Company, this internet giant, besides being famous for its enviable market value, was known even more for having several very young entrepreneurs and executives. Except for Director Sun Qi from the HR department, the rest were more overbearing, one after the other... At this moment, Reporter Liu could only swallow his pride and say, "No, it’s nothing much..." Wang Yikun chuckled lightly, raising his hand to pat Reporter Liu on the shoulder, "You see, you don’t need to be unwilling, because of you, I nearly got reassigned to the company cafeteria to help with cooking. So, it’s only right for you to give me the photo as compensation, and as for your card being taken, blame yourself for persistently chasing the unphotographable. Let’s settle it today, and we’ll go talk slowly with your Fengyu Magazine chief tomorrow. However your chief decides to deal with you — this is modern society, I’m sure it will be ’open, just, and fair’. Lastly, about the photograph..." Facing Reporter Liu’s increasingly pale face, Wang Yikun suddenly smiled, nodding and saying, "It’s well taken." After speaking, he stuffed the camera back into Reporter Liu’s hands, then walked away, chatting and laughing with people from the public relations department. "Who would have thought President Feng would do such a heroic act of holding a beauty, hidden quite well usually." "Yes, it seems our President Feng is close to good things happening, finally able to drink wedding wine." "Director Wang, do you think the photo is good too?" "Not bad, otherwise why keep it for President Feng, if he doesn’t make it public by the New Year, I’ll help him announce it." Wang Yikun’s joking scolding voice faded into the distance. On the spot, Reporter Liu stared at his own disheveled self, with a somewhat breathless face, every inch of his heart bleeding... Underground parking garage. Feng Chengjin arrived, precisely three minutes late. It was merely because, as he did circles in the mall, he abruptly ended on a floor where he unexpectedly ran into Gu Zixuan, so he had to lead her up another floor again. At this moment, before Gu Zixuan arrived, he sat quietly in the car, awaiting. Meanwhile, he took out Gu Zixuan’s handbag from the paper bag... The habit of having things in the handbag was much the same as eight years ago, flipping through, he wanted to see if anything was missing. Until he got to the wallet, the moment he took out the photo tucked inside, Mo Tong slightly deepened... It was a very old photo, depicting Gu Zixuan at her university graduation, dressed in an academic gown. She smiled gently, captivating, with an aura different from now. Because she started school early, Gu Zixuan had graduated at twenty, exuding a certain indescribable youthful exuberance. And without experiencing a series of events in Rong City upon returning home, her eyes slightly lifted and were not filled with the calm melancholy visible in them now. But none of this mattered, what mattered was, on the back of the photograph, was her delicate signing. On it was a printed sentence. "Coming back to find you, my sunshine at one meter." In a daze, Feng Chengjin’s eyes lightly trembled... Because he somewhat understood why Gu Zixuan’s married life was so miserable after returning home these years, and why He Qimo could never get along with her... The one meter of sunshine didn’t refer to He Qimo. Thinking of himself arranging Gu Zixuan’s clothes for discharge piece by piece, confronted always with a situation where he couldn’t tell truths, he began feeling somewhat hesitant, struggling within, and utterly vexed. He didn’t know if in Gu Zixuan’s heart, she was with him because she liked his temperament or because she thought he was He Qimo... Yet at that time, when he placed the suitcase by Gu Zixuan’s side, preparing to lift her from the hospital bed. She suddenly leaned towards his earlobe and said one sentence. "You are my sunshine at one meter." In the air, Feng Chengjin had never heard such heavy words. Only knowing, thinking of these eight years of missed time, softly pinching the fingertips, something in Mo Tong’s depths began to ripple slightly...