The whole company was in an uproar. Yet Yu Xi continued his relentless pursuit of Gu Zixuan without a clue about the situation. This made it impossible for Gu Zixuan to work normally during office hours, and after work, her situation attracted the curiosity of people from all around the CBD. Gu Zixuan couldn’t get in touch with Feng Chengjin, partly due to the time difference, and because he seemed to be spending more intimate time with Minister Song these days. She didn’t know when would be a suitable time to contact him. But Yu Xi didn’t take her rejections seriously. Especially when everyone in the company suddenly realized who her powerful benefactor was, they looked at the cars, watches, and money being given to her with indescribable admiration. Yu Xi, oblivious to the reason, just accepted the glances and became even more smug and confident. "Look, everyone recognizes me now..." Gu Zixuan thought of everything Feng Chengjin had done, her fingers threading through her hair, already anticipating his outrageous anger once he found out, opting for silence, "..." But this was not the worst part. The worst part was that Gu Zixuan couldn’t bring herself to talk to Feng Chengjin about it, and no one in the company would help her out... Even Vice President Yang, Yang Yue, rather unkindly came to her office suddenly to ask, "Feng’s nephew is chasing you?" Gu Zixuan, grasping at straws, "Mr. Yang, you..." She hadn’t even asked if he could help her, since she couldn’t discuss it with Feng Chengjin and couldn’t make sense to the young one either. Yang Yue couldn’t hold back, "Hahaha!" bursting into laughter, nodding repeatedly, "Great, great. Keep it up." And then he left, almost laughing to tears. So Gu Zixuan faced Xi Ruo with an even more bewildered expression. Feeling like everyone was having a grand time watching the spectacle. Embarrassed and leaning back in her office chair, "..." She wished she could have the whole zoo’s young camels come out to dance the March of the Volunteers. In the end, the commotion grew even larger, with rumors spreading more intensely throughout the company. Even Ding Hui, who least liked gossip, was startled. The next afternoon, seeing Yu Xi bring in a mass of colorful balloons, seemingly planning to confess his love to Gu Zixuan after work. The scene seemed set to explode, and Fengyi employees lost focus at work, frequently pretending to hold water cups to the balcony, wanting to see when this drama would start. Ding Hui checked the time, 16:26. Regardless of whether Feng was busy or not, he dialed Feng’s number. The moment the call connected. Feng Chengjin was beside the Maybach, waiting for Minister Song to come downstairs, ready to head to the city for the Bavarian governor’s museum visit and luncheon. Seeing Ding Hui’s call, he chuckled lowly, "Hello?" Half an hour later, Feng Chengjin appeared at Germany Munich airport. His hurried steps were accompanied by the shocked faces of Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun. "President Feng, what on earth happened? Why change to the earliest flight? There’s the luncheon with the Bavarian governor at noon, and without Minister Song, we wouldn’t have this chance, and how to explain to Minister Song..." Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun were equally anxious and embarrassed. No one expected that after receiving the call, the President would suddenly shed an aura as cold as hell, seize the waiting Maybach vehicle, have the driver move to the passenger seat, and drive off himself. Even facing Minister Song, who emerged afterward, obviously stunned. Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun, during this trip with the President, seeing such an abnormal version of him, deeply felt that this version’s volatility was comparable to a Samsung explosion. Especially... it was Minister Song! Who dared to ditch Minister Song halfway? So, after quickly apologizing to Minister Song, the two bewildered men snatched a car themselves, chasing after the President as fast as possible. But no one expected to end up at the airport... Feng Chengjin didn’t want to waste a single superfluous word, his hawk-like eyes swiftly scanning every flight schedule. Searching for the best rescheduled opportunity for himself. Simultaneously, using a cold voice Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun had never heard, he said, "Just tell Minister Song I have a very urgent matter and I must leave. I’ll call Ding Hui and Yun Fan after passing security; they will come and take over accompanying Minister Song. You follow them to continue serving Minister Song well. If there’s time after everything’s done, I’ll go to Beijing to apologize in person." A very urgent matter? How urgent could it be? Did Mr. Feng fall seriously ill? Or was Madam hospitalized? Surely it wasn’t because Miss Gu had run off with someone? Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun were both shocked and bewildered, unable to imagine what family matter could make the President so anxious. But once Feng Chengjin finished speaking, he didn’t give them a chance to ask another question. He walked to the counter, handed in his passport, completed ticketing, and turned to enter the security checkpoint. Fortune favored him, as at 10:45 German time, there was conveniently a flight to Hong Kong. As his figure disappeared, Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun watched that distant icy figure, feeling completely unsure of the situation, with a chilling sensation running through their bodies. Because of the President’s cold and stern demeanor, exuding such an aura, it wasn’t just an urgent matter prompting him to fly back. But rather... to go back and kill someone! Realizing the call had been made by Vice President Ding, Qin Nuo and Wang Yikun both felt it must be a problem at the company, though they also lamented a surprising fact. But let’s hope the person in trouble finds their own blessing. On the other side, in Rong City. Gu Zixuan was also feeling utterly desperate. Especially when she called Feng Chengjin, and his phone was always off... This made her face the constant barrage of images in the group chat about the latest changes with a feeling of helplessness. With her chin in her hand, she was completely at a loss for tears. Xi Ruo was even more bewildered beside her. Logically speaking, if Director Gu’s man was Feng Yuxi, she shouldn’t be so agitated and disturbed by Feng Yuxi’s confession, right? And if she were, it would be so unbearable? And she’s been making phone calls, but to whom? Could it be to President Feng? But isn’t her relationship with President Feng purely business? In an instant, Xi Ruo felt like her IQ had dropped into the negatives, utterly bewildered. For Gu Zixuan, after a pause, seeing the time nearing the end of the workday in the afternoon, and with the group chat’s anticipation growing, it seemed like a Korean drama plot was about to unravel regarding why she joined Fengyi and what she hoped to achieve, soon evolving into a full-blown story. Feeling chaotic, Gu Zixuan decided to once again employ her skill of avoiding what’s unavoidable and escape... She veered off to the quietest road in the company, found the executive elevator, and went straight down to the basement level, then drove that Bentley Bentayga she rarely used. The champagne-gold luxury car flashed past the garage entrance. Many people were drawn to it. But no one would have thought that Gu Zixuan was the owner of this car. So, when Gu Zixuan fled from Fengyi Company, she received a call from Xi Ruo, "Director Gu, Young Master Feng has come looking for you." Gu Zixuan was so startled she almost dropped her Bluetooth earbud, "Just say I’ve gone to the restroom." Xi Ruo, completely befuddled, but still relayed honestly, "Young Master Feng, the director is in the restroom, would you like to wait a moment?" "Hey, why has she been in there so long? Did her period start or did she not bring any tissues? Shall I send some over?" Feng Yuxi eagerly and passionately offered. On the other side, Xi Ruo’s mouth gaped open in shock, "...Ah?" Here, as Gu Zixuan listened to those words, she felt embarrassed enough to break into a sweat. For original chapters go to novelFɪre.net With the speed of an uncatchable thief’s bell ringing, she hung up the phone. She adjusted her hair and pressed the accelerator even harder... Gu Zixuan returned to Feng’s Villa, rested, bathed, and went to sleep. After dinner, she even forgot about her pajamas, simply opened the computer, glanced at the rambling discussions in the group messages, and tossed it aside in embarrassment. She tried calling Feng Chengjin again, only to find his phone still off. Completely unsettled and on the verge of collapse, she went to sleep. Early to bed, and maybe she would wake up to find it was all just a dream. While Gu Zixuan felt embarrassed, on the other side. Feng Chengjin arrived in Hong Kong at 3:38 AM. Seeing the vehicle from Fengyi’s Hong Kong branch already waiting at the airport, he nodded to the branch’s general manager who greeted him respectfully. With a chilling face, he got into the vehicle. In the car, the branch manager reported to Feng Chengjin, "The return journey is 168 kilometers in total, with border checks, it should take about two hours by car. You’ve had a long flight, maybe you should rest for a bit?" The car picking him up was a Rolls-Royce extended edition. With an entirely comfortable sleeping arrangement inside, Feng Chengjin lay back silently with a frosty expression. His cold aura and silent demeanor made everyone cautious and restrained. Especially, with his hands folded flat on his stomach, he appeared as noble as if born into royalty. As for the general manager, driver, secretary, and bodyguards. No matter how tall they were, in front of Feng Chengjin, no one could match up to him, and just a glance made them feel incomparable. After passing through customs, the car arrived in Rong City. Returning to a villa on the outskirts of Pinghu District. Gu Zixuan was not sleeping well; she heard the sound of a car, and there seemed to be a light flashing across the villa lawn. She didn’t expect it to be someone. Until, as the door opened, a gust of cold wind entered the bedroom, causing her to instinctively curl up. At the door, a pair of eyes as deep as ink were fixed on her. He was none other than her man... He—Feng Chengjin, had returned.