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[A/N: Qi Sying and "Jun Zihao" will be used interchangeably. Please comment if it gets confusing.] Later that day, Qi Sying arranged a family dinner. It was at a five-star restaurant known for its delicious home cooking. The Jun family used to enjoy spicy food; the more spicy, the better. But due to Jun Zihao's health condition, they rarely eat one together. Thus, Qi Sying ordered a lot of Sichuan dishes. The Jun Family was not aware that Jun Zihao had returned to the city. Though they did know he graduated from university, they expected that he would be taking a vacation first before returning. The person himself did not divulge them his plans, leaving him vulnerable to all kinds of bullying. If ever his family were there when he needed help the most, Jun Zihao won't die tragically. Once the table had been set, he contacted the main house. The people were discussing the meal for dinner when Jun Zihao's call came in. Mother Ju
He woke up the next day in accordance with his body's natural waking hours. Following the routine, he went to the sink to brush his teeth, took a short bath, and then prepared a simple breakfast. There was nothing much to bring to the office since most of his things were left in the lockers, so he merely needed his keys, his phone, and other necessities. Before seven, he was already out of his apartment. It can be asserted that Jun Zihao is living his life monotonously. His daily life is only detailed between his work place and home. Qi Sying, who was watching Jun Zihao's repetitive routine, could not help but to feel itchy. There is nothing wrong with going to work on time or properly working during work hours. But Jun Zihao was too stiff. He doesn't know any enjoyment. If he was not at the company to read documents, then he was at home doing the similar thing. He only changed locations. Even on weekends, when people were supposed to take a r
Ru Weimin was reputed to be an extremely frigid man. Only a few people were truly important to him, and they were his closest family members and childhood friends. Other than that, he would treat everyone sternly and strictly. He wasn't bad; it's just that none of them could pique his interest. Most of the time, his interactions with these "unwanted people" were short and precise. He never would hide his oppressive aura and would often intimidate the other person if he was in a bad mood. Only a few people can handle his temperament, but they still won't try to test his bottom line. He was like a tyrant emperor, always demonstrating his power to threaten society. Everyone knows that ever since he was still young, Ru Weimin had achieved what an ordinary person could not get. He was a character who was born just to become great and powerful. He started reading at the age of one. When children were just learning how to walk, he was already
Ru Weimin's eyes flashed with a cold glint as he continued scanning the subsequent documents. Jun Zihao applied to their company many months ago. Because of his good qualifications and the recommendation handed down by his university, Jun Zihao was able to secure a favorable spot inside the company. He is presently working in the creative department as a new employee without a distinct position. The process into which he entered was so ordinary nobody would think that he was the son of a very prestigious family. Ru Weimin continued scanning the information, but none of it was absorbed into his mind. He was considering of other possible reasons this person had entered his company. Due to this family entanglement, Ru Weimin ignored the following piece of information that held Jun Zihao's recent hospitalization... He had encountered different people. Despite his cold glare and frosting words, Ru Weimin knows he is quite popular with the masses. It was due to his
The entire top floor is regarded as the company's pinnacle. This was the humble abode of the Great Emperor Ru Weimin. The floor was divided into three considerable sections. The first section was known as the Executive Hall. Anyone entering the top floor will immediately come into contact with this dark polished stone brick wall embedded with large lettered gold fonts embellished with LED lights to glorify its position. Turning a corner, the office surrounded by one-way dark stained glass walls would be seen. A conference table coupled with gray carpeted chairs was placed inside, facing a platform with a rostrum set up adjacent to the door. Both floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with venetian blinds. An overhead projector was installed on the ceiling, with a wide whiteboard occupying the stark wall behind the rostrum. There were additional microphones, one at the table and one on the side of the stage. Other decorations, like potted plants, were a
The ladies were troubled by Qi Sying's distraught expression. This person would not appear unless someone specifically requested his presence, right? Furthermore, no matter how meticulous San Zhao was, there were instances when he forgot to alert the personnel on the reception of someone's arrival. They recalled that they had previously blocked the CEO's sister from visiting her brother. They got in contact with the CEO's office because they didn't want something like this to happen again. As was customary, the call would be channeled through the secretary before being forwarded to the CEO. San Zhao answered the phone right away. Jun Zihao's appearance prompted him to immediately make an excuse, telling the lady to hold the call for a minute since there was another call on the same lin
Despite the fact that Jun Zihao had already been appointed to become the CEO's personal secretary, it was clear that this was merely a false title. After observing his "odd" activities for a few days, the company's employees discovered he was no different than a servant. Because Jun Zihao had done nothing else but brew coffee, make tea, buy him lunch, get this brand-new shirt for the CEO, the boss was thirsty offer him cold water, dump the trash downstairs, photocopy this blank bond paper, get the boss an umbrella, park his car, massage his shoulders...etc. The last thing hasn't happened yet, but he'll be ordered to do it sooner or later. Jun Zihao had completed all of the errands that were required of him during the first week, establishing him the reputation of being a perfectly obedient dog. His every step was followed by the executives working in the vicinity, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for him. It would have been nice if all of Jun Zih
Wen Yuan notified them about Jun Zihao's invitation. Everyone enthusiastically accepted the offer. They were so excited they couldn't wait for the day to end. "Xiao Hao did not forget about us! He is such a wonderful person!" One of the ladies commented, openly sending Jun Zihao a "gentleman" card. "That child is incredibly kind. He would never hesitate to help someone out. You remembered the other day when I was asked to carry two boxes of documents? It just so happened that Xiao Hao and I met on the way. He assisted me carry the boxes up to the seventh floor!" "Why did you allow him help you? You should have just declined. We're all aware of what the higher-ups were up to. He is already tired working around," someone pointed out. They are all aware of Jun Zihao's status. They were not too naive to not see what San Zhao was doing. Only the blind and people like Jun Zihao would be fooled by such a lawless act. They could only sigh since they couldn't
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