When the question was asked, everyone else stopped eating. They locked their gaze on the individual who had posed the query. What are you doing? Did you know that the Jun Family and Ru Industries were in competition with one another?
Jun Zihao was about to take a bite when he was interrupted by the question. He set the fork down and sat back, restlessly eating the food he'd just taken a bite of. Jun Zihao stooped his head, attempting to make himself smaller. He had the appearance of a child who was being bullied.
For a while, the room was deafeningly silent before a faint whisper broke the trance.
"Um... Y-you could guess I have some connections w-with them."
He didn't directly reveal his position. Everyone was aware of the huge family size of the Jun Family that even the main branch had five sons. They were guessing which family branch Jun Zihao belonged to.
"Ah... That's good, very good," someone tried to ease the tension. "I never thought we were working with someone from the Jun Family, right guys?"
Everyone instantly agreed.
"The Jun Family, right? Which branch are you from?"
"The main-"
There was a collective cry of disbelief from the astonished colleagues. Jun Zihao received a scorching glance from eyes that were filled with bewilderment and amazement. The person in question grimaced, uneasy with all the attention. It made him lower his head further.
"I am sorry for hiding it," he said, stifling. "I didn't mean to do it."
Wen Yuan was surprised when he saw that Jun Zihao is about to cry. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are your eyes red?"
Jun Zihao shifted to avoid being seen directly. "You guys probably hate me."
"Ah?" They could not understand what the young man was talking about. "Why do you think we will hate you?"
"I didn't tell you about my identity. You must have thought I was a spy."
"NO!" Everyone chorused. Who would dare to hate him? Why would they think that he is a spy?
Wen Yuan heaved a sigh. Jun Zihao was such a soft guy that such a unimportant thing was enough to make him cry. He patted Jun Zihaos' back and reassured him that nobody would ever accuse him of being a spy.
"Boss Wen is right!" Someone agreed. "We are just surprised that we are working with someone from such a influential family. We are talking about the Jun Family here. They are the most reputable family in our country!"
Everyone agreed. Jun Zihao could see that his colleagues did not give him the cold shoulder and was instantly happy. He wiped the small tears away and blushed slightly for showing an embarrassing side.
"Um... If you don't mind me asking another question..." one person trailed his words when he received another glare from his group. "What? I am just going to ask what made him work for our company."
"What is there to ask?" Someone retorted. "Is it wrong to work in our company?"
"No, no, it's okay! It's not really something that I am hiding," Jun Zihao affirmed. "It's just that maybe you guys will assume that I am using my family influence to enter, so I kept it secret."
"No, Xiao Hao is really hardworking. See, even without your family, you were able to reach your position!" One member supported the drooping figure of Jun Zihao.
"Then... why do you enter the Ru industries if you have your own family business?" The said person asked.
Jun Zihao first looked at the person who asked him with a straight face. Then, all of a sudden, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.
Everyone witnessed how Jun Zihao suddenly became flustered as he was trying to hide the blush on his face. All the women in the group could not help but capture the very moment with their phones while the males squeezed their hearts back to their chests.
They think that seeing him like this can cause them an instant heart attack ah!
"I... I'm a bit embarrassed to tell you the reason. You might laugh at me," he said, his voice getting smaller at the end. The women who wanted to persisted as though they were just talking about their crushes.
"Don't worry! We won't laugh," they all promised.
"Then... keep it as a secret too!" Jun Zihao added. Everyone clasped their right hands, as if taking an oath before their country's flag. It is only in this gesture that Jun Zihao is willing to share.
"A-actually it is because of the Boss Ru We-"
"What about the boss?" The girls, who were rotten to the core, suddenly started seeing something.
Jun Zihao entered the company because of Ru Weimin. Seeing the blush on his face, was there any reason why he was here? If it is not related to romance, then what was it? The more normal headed ones listened to the continuation.
"Well, you see, I was really a very naughty kid when I was young. I somehow got distracted and went down the path.
From his shaking voice, the group realized that Jun Zihao did not want to reveal this part of his past. They were not quite sure what kind of "naughtiness" he meant, but as his elders, they could connect this and that.
"I got in trouble one day. That almost took my life. Then Boss Ru came to save me. He gave me my second life."
From that statement, it was safe to assume that their Boss Ru Weimin had saved the young Jun Zihao from death. Whatever event happened, Jun Zihao only vaguely told them.
They wanted to know the whole course, but being able to share this information only means that Jun Zihao trusted them. It was enough to keep them in line while not crossing the personal boundary. His opening up made them closer.
"So I worked hard to get back on track. I told myself that I would work hard to pay back the favor the boss had given to me. Only by working on his side can I reassure him that I can return the life he gave to me."
Everyone felt like crying. Such a heartwarming event actually happened to this child. They could not help but give him a hug and praise. Jun Zihao said that his wishes had been granted since he is working under Ru Weimin now.
It could be said that he had finally reached the destination that he wanted. The group congratulated him on a job well done. They continued eating dinner, going to the last course where the wine bottles were finally opened.
Jun Zihao has been extremely satisfied with today's accomplishment. He not only established a close connection with this group of people, but also made clear his intention of joining the company.
Even though only a few people know it, they are enough to support him counter-attack that traitor who will soon show its existence. Moreover, the wonderful notification from the system giving him a thousand points made the joy in his heart overflow.
Well, that was the case until a pang of pain suddenly knocked him over.
His sight became all black, causing Jun Zihao to close his eyes for a while. Only by squinting a few times did his eyes start to see again. However, it doesn't mean that the pain has subsided. Instead, it moved to his ears, which made a very thin ringing sound.
The pain started to become physical as his face started to become pale white. Wen Yuan, who had just glanced at the youth, perceived the sudden change in his color. He swiftly moved beside the youth to inquire what was wrong.
"Hey, you are getting pale. Is there something wrong?" Wen Yuan asked in a low voice. He did not want to arouse the other people yet.
Jun Zihao endured the pain, trying to not show the pain in his face. He just shook his head sideways. "No, I'm alright."
"But you don't look fine. Want me to take you to the hospital?" Wen Yuan offered.
A few days ago, they sent Jun Zihao to the hospital. Even though his diagnosis only said "simple head pain," it doesn't mean that there was nothing wrong with his body. The gradual paling of his lips became evident.
"No worries. I just felt a bit constipated," Jun Zihao said, holding his stomach. "E-excuse me. I think I needed to use the bathroom."
The figure of the youth dashed towards the door. The members noticed the figure was running out. Even the butler who was about to open the door was surprised to see the young master. If he hadn't stepped back, they would have collided.
The butler watched as the figure made a beeline towards the comfort room, puzzled. He looked at the people inside the room who had the same expression as him.
Wen Yuan sat back in his chair. His one phrase resolved their questions. "He said that he felt a bit constipated."
Then, him running towards the toilet means that he will be doing number 2, right?
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The butler still looked puzzled, but he didn't say anything. Well, if the young master was constipated, then he suggests the young master should avoid eating foods that have too much fiber and take pineapples into consideration. If anything else, he should drink a lot of water to at least lighten his digestion. Young people these days often eat junk food or not eat anything at all. Everything was processed, so it was no wonder many people would have queasy stomachs and delicate immune systems. The butler took note of giving the young master Jun a healthy diet plan. But this thought was not the one that made the old man puzzled. What he wanted to know was why the young master had to leave the private room if it has a comfort room installed inside? To become an excellent establishment, the owner of the restaurant exhausted all its resources to create a place that can satisfy the customers. They are predominantly serving wealthy people, so they should be able to
Suddenly, his breathing hitched. Qi Sying was completely taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. He had no inkling that they would meet in such a strange place. The two people were not looking at each other directly, but instead relied on the mirror in front of them to maintain contact. Even though the steam produced by the frosty air slightly blurred the edges of their reflections, it wasn't quite enough to mask the emotions that were evident on their faces. Qi Sying started to rack his already damaged brain for ideas on how to escape this scenario, but he was unable to do so as his surroundings began to warp in circles. He reached out with one arm, expecting to brace himself against the frigid countertop, but his swirling vision missed the distance. One step back and his body is almost ready to collapse Thankfully, someone towed him before he fell to the floor. His back was supported by a huge hand, while the other wrapped around his hips. Qi Sying wa
While Ru Weimin was in the midst of contemplating, Qi Sying vomited once more. This time, Ru Weimin did not hesitate to come closer and support the youth. Even though their interactions were indirect and primarily consisted of Ru Weimin discreetly stealing glances at Jun Zihao, he still felt he had a duty to care for the young man. As the young man puked solid air, he stroked his back, trying to relieve pressure points and make his retching less painful. This small gesture helped Qi Sying gradually recover. The contractions in his stomach became less intense, and he no longer had the sensation of his stomach being ripped out. Ru Weimin assisted him wash his face by dabbing the dripping sweat from Qi Sying's drenched forehead with his handkerchief. Qi Sying was still slowly getting out of the pain and didn't notice the calm gentleness coming from the ice cold man. "Are you... Are you feeling fine now?" Ru Weimin asked, almost making his voice crack. Th
It was the weekend. Qi Sying was supposed to come to work, but since the CEO would not be present, his presence would not be necessary. Even though he was Ru Weimin's personal secretary, the one holding the "legitimate" position was still San Zhao, so he had no right to complain. Qi Sying happily accepted the rest day. Who didn't want to have it, anyway? It might also be treated as a day off without getting harassed by those bullied. Besides, he promised to visit the ancestral house this weekend, so he very much seized the chance. As for the overbearing CEO, Ru Weimin was sincerely releasing his ice-cold aura without restraint as he sat on a small couch. San Zhao, the person standing next to him, was unfazed by the pressure and kept his gaze fixed on the subject of their attention. Even still, the other men in the room were frightened to death by the overwhelming presence. Even the most trained guards can't stand up for more than half an hour, so how
"Then, he should have an operation," San Zhao muttered. "Surely, he scheduled for one, right?" "Yes," Doctor Zhao said, nodding. "However, he wanted to have it after three months." For whatever reasons, nobody knows. Doctor Zhao could only assume that there was something in these three months that made Jun Zihao want to postpone his operation. It was such a concise number, which usually makes people suspicious. Anyway, the three months given were enough to collect resources. They could not become hasty and do things without thinking properl
Kabedon – Qi Sying learned this word when he accidentally overheard the conversation of his female cousins when he visited the ancestral house last weekend. According to them, it is a Japanese word that represents the action of pinning someone on the wall whilst caging them. It's a common romantic move in romance shoujo mangas, where the male lead pins the female lead to the wall. For the reason for such an action, they said that it is to have a close encounter with someone, either trying to intimidate the other or just doing it for fun. But the most particular reason is that it is close enough for two people to kiss. Yeah, right, like pinning someone on the wall and kissing them. You are welcome to be intimidated, but I will still kiss you. "Do you really ha
"System, I think I have some heart problems." The system who was called out: ??? 「Is the host not feeling well?」 "I'm not sure," Qi Sying placed his hand on his chest, his eyes lost in thought. The tight feeling in his chest was gone. It seems like it only occurred in a moment. "I am probably just anxious." Ru Weimin caught Jun Zihao dazedly staring in midair, his one hand plastered on his chest. Is this guy feeling something bad on his chest? Ru Weimin has inadvertently summoned Jun Zihao. The young man knew his name and proceeded to the table. What should they do now that they're face to face? Even though Ru Weimin is watching Jun Zihao, he doesn't want the other person to know his secret pleasures so he pretend
That shouldn't be the case, should it? San Zhao took a deep breath, trying to appear professional and sensible at the same time. Two persons pressed up against each other does not mean that they are kissing, does it? Well, in many cases, it couldn't just be kissing. It's also likely that they're merely talking about something, perhaps a big secret that required them to get that close to avoid leaking the information. Yes, that's most likely it. There's no way his boss and his business opponent's son are kissing in the office! The secretary gingerly knocked on the glass door, clearing his throat lightly. He didn't dare to stare accusingly at the two gentlemen and pretended he couldn't notice anything wrong. He proceeded towards his boss as he usually does, disregarding Ru Weimin's disdainful scowl. After all, he had been Ru Weimin's secretary for so long. He's already immune to a lot of things related to his co
However, Jun Zihao's situation is not promising. Although he was still conscious, this did not guarantee that everything was fine. He was taken immediately to the ICU by Ru Weimin to have his body checked. His body must have encountered something to cause such a severe reaction. It's better to be safe than sorry, so check it. Jun Zihao, on the other hand, experienced a drifting sensation. Although he was unable to describe it precisely, he felt as though something heavy had been removed from his body. Or, in some other way, the weight of his body was gently dissipating, just as a soul would gradually depart from its body. It wasn't a good experience. Such vulnerability was something Jun Zihao loathed. He doesn't want to be a burden. The want to repay all the kindness shown to him should be coming from the original soul's subconscious. And the only way he could have felt worthy was by giving himself up. He believed that he was unworthy of treatment. Ruminating through the previou
Jun Zihao is indistinguishable at that time. His black hair has been colored yellow and green, and he wore hefty make-up on his face, creating a smokey effect around his eyes adorned with a few silver stickers while his lips were painted black. His thick eyebrows are sort of trimmed to form a crisscross contour, added by a piercing on both ends. If there is anything that is excessive on his body, that is his piercings. His brows were pierced, and he wore two little red buttons as embellishments. His nose and tongue were not spared, as they were shackled with either a small chained diamond brace or a ring-like gem. But the most remarkable place is his ears, which are almost encased with jewelry. There were various types, of all sizes and colors. One would want to know and ask if his ears are heavy because of the shocking number of accessories dangling. His appearance at that time did not resemble anything from his current smart appearance. It nearly gave the impression that they we
Jun Zihao had become very become busy for the past few weeks. According to the memories from the original soul, it would take at least two weeks to finalize the product proposal. With the assistance of the Creative Department's seniors, it should be possible to complete the ordeal in one month and move on to physical fabrication the following month. Despite how simple it sounded, Jun Zihao was the busiest during this season. He must not only evaluate the proposals and requirements for the product, but he must also travel to several locations to scout materials until they find a source that is both inexpensive and efficient. Only after contracting with their supplier did his load lessen and have the staff check on the progress of the procurement while he concentrated on the presentation. Without the terrible plagiarizing incident, Jun Zihao would have shone the brightest on the conference. However, with Qi Sying handling things at his pace, the progress of the project became quest
That shouldn't be the case, should it? San Zhao took a deep breath, trying to appear professional and sensible at the same time. Two persons pressed up against each other does not mean that they are kissing, does it? Well, in many cases, it couldn't just be kissing. It's also likely that they're merely talking about something, perhaps a big secret that required them to get that close to avoid leaking the information. Yes, that's most likely it. There's no way his boss and his business opponent's son are kissing in the office! The secretary gingerly knocked on the glass door, clearing his throat lightly. He didn't dare to stare accusingly at the two gentlemen and pretended he couldn't notice anything wrong. He proceeded towards his boss as he usually does, disregarding Ru Weimin's disdainful scowl. After all, he had been Ru Weimin's secretary for so long. He's already immune to a lot of things related to his co
"System, I think I have some heart problems." The system who was called out: ??? 「Is the host not feeling well?」 "I'm not sure," Qi Sying placed his hand on his chest, his eyes lost in thought. The tight feeling in his chest was gone. It seems like it only occurred in a moment. "I am probably just anxious." Ru Weimin caught Jun Zihao dazedly staring in midair, his one hand plastered on his chest. Is this guy feeling something bad on his chest? Ru Weimin has inadvertently summoned Jun Zihao. The young man knew his name and proceeded to the table. What should they do now that they're face to face? Even though Ru Weimin is watching Jun Zihao, he doesn't want the other person to know his secret pleasures so he pretend
Kabedon – Qi Sying learned this word when he accidentally overheard the conversation of his female cousins when he visited the ancestral house last weekend. According to them, it is a Japanese word that represents the action of pinning someone on the wall whilst caging them. It's a common romantic move in romance shoujo mangas, where the male lead pins the female lead to the wall. For the reason for such an action, they said that it is to have a close encounter with someone, either trying to intimidate the other or just doing it for fun. But the most particular reason is that it is close enough for two people to kiss. Yeah, right, like pinning someone on the wall and kissing them. You are welcome to be intimidated, but I will still kiss you. "Do you really ha
"Then, he should have an operation," San Zhao muttered. "Surely, he scheduled for one, right?" "Yes," Doctor Zhao said, nodding. "However, he wanted to have it after three months." For whatever reasons, nobody knows. Doctor Zhao could only assume that there was something in these three months that made Jun Zihao want to postpone his operation. It was such a concise number, which usually makes people suspicious. Anyway, the three months given were enough to collect resources. They could not become hasty and do things without thinking properl
It was the weekend. Qi Sying was supposed to come to work, but since the CEO would not be present, his presence would not be necessary. Even though he was Ru Weimin's personal secretary, the one holding the "legitimate" position was still San Zhao, so he had no right to complain. Qi Sying happily accepted the rest day. Who didn't want to have it, anyway? It might also be treated as a day off without getting harassed by those bullied. Besides, he promised to visit the ancestral house this weekend, so he very much seized the chance. As for the overbearing CEO, Ru Weimin was sincerely releasing his ice-cold aura without restraint as he sat on a small couch. San Zhao, the person standing next to him, was unfazed by the pressure and kept his gaze fixed on the subject of their attention. Even still, the other men in the room were frightened to death by the overwhelming presence. Even the most trained guards can't stand up for more than half an hour, so how
While Ru Weimin was in the midst of contemplating, Qi Sying vomited once more. This time, Ru Weimin did not hesitate to come closer and support the youth. Even though their interactions were indirect and primarily consisted of Ru Weimin discreetly stealing glances at Jun Zihao, he still felt he had a duty to care for the young man. As the young man puked solid air, he stroked his back, trying to relieve pressure points and make his retching less painful. This small gesture helped Qi Sying gradually recover. The contractions in his stomach became less intense, and he no longer had the sensation of his stomach being ripped out. Ru Weimin assisted him wash his face by dabbing the dripping sweat from Qi Sying's drenched forehead with his handkerchief. Qi Sying was still slowly getting out of the pain and didn't notice the calm gentleness coming from the ice cold man. "Are you... Are you feeling fine now?" Ru Weimin asked, almost making his voice crack. Th