As expected of the no. 1 high-end hotel, the Shiwen Hotel covered a considerable area.

After coming out of Room 520, Yan Jinghuai followed the signs and walked forward. He felt that he had been walking for a long time, but he did not see the elevator.

He helplessly scratched his head and sadly found that he had dropped his cap.

That cap was a gift from his father, and it was very important. He could only make a trip back.

Today, he had exercised enough for a month. He thought, "I'll definitely take the first place in WeChat sports."

…

There were many flowers and trees in the Shiwen Hotel, which divided the space into countless private spaces. It was to protect the privacy of the guests, but at this moment, it became the biggest obstacle.

Wen Qingyin was stopped by Shu Jiyuan, who stood in front of her and pointed out the direction calmly.

The person who stopped them was a middle-aged man in a cleaning uniform. He was about 60 years old and looked tired.

Shu Jiyuan was dissatisfied. "Who allowed you to make such a big fuss in the corridor? Didn't you take the induction training?"

The man didn't take her seriously. Without looking at her, he shouted directly at Wen Qingyin, "You're Little Ms. Wen, right? I need you for something urgent."

As he spoke, he approached them and said, "Ms. Wen, do you still remember Fukang New Village? It's the land under our feet."

"The Shiwen Hotel was built by demolishing the houses in our village."

"During the dismantlement, we came to an agreement that you would make up for the losses according to the residential area, but now you still owe me nine hundred thousand."

"That's impossible!"

Although it was ten years ago, this was the first project that Shu Jiyuan handled. She remembered every detail clearly. "At that time, all the residents received the demolition fee. I have the information here."

She had a domineering face, but she had a pair of drooping eyebrows. She was born gentle and appeared to have a soft temper.

The man waved his hand contemptuously. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

He turned his head and talked to Wen Qingyin.

"I know you're a good person and you won't take my money away without permission. But Ms. Wen, you have so many men working for you. Can you be sure that all of them are good people?"

There was a sense of scolding in his tone, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

He said, "I would've let you go if I could, but now that my mother is ill, you have to pay me back today..."

Wen Qingyin asked Shu Jiyuan, "Why haven't the security guards arrived yet?"

The man panicked and stood in front of Wen Qingyin.

He put on a pleading face.

"I'm telling the truth, Ms. Wen. I'm not lying. My family..."

Wen Qingyin didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she pushed him away and pressed the open button of the elevator.

Her disregard completely annoyed the middle-aged man.

Seeing that there was no one around, he suddenly looked fierce.

"You're pushing me into a corner, aren't you? Fine. I'll make you have a taste of it as well!"

Yan Jinghuai couldn't find the elevator. From a distance, he saw a fierce man rushing to Wen Qingyin.

They were too far away from each other. It would be too late for him to help. In a moment of desperation, he threw his phone at the man.

Unfortunately, his aim was too poor. The phone brushed past the man's neck and hit the elevator behind him, breaking into pieces.

Fortunately, the security guards arrived at this time. Taking advantage of the man's distraction, they pounced on him and pressed him to the ground with their arms.

Yan Jinghuai passed through the chaotic crowd, picked up the phone on the ground, and tried to piece it together.

Wen Qingyin asked, "Do you regret it?"

Yan Jinghuai raised his head.

Wen Qingyin had styled her hair and put on makeup. She looked at least a few years older and looked like a CEO. She was still very beautiful.

He just felt that it was not easy to get close to her.

Yan Jinghuai looked away. "No. I came back to get my cap."

He put away his mobile phone with distress, thinking that he might be able to continue to use it if he went back to have it repaired.

"This phone can't work anymore." Wen Qingyin bent down and took his phone. "I'll compensate you with a new one."

After saying that, she crooked her finger and Shu Jiyuan placed a brand new phone in her hand.

This was the private phone of Wen Qingyin.

Just as she was about to take out the sim card, her phone suddenly rang.

Yan Jinghuai looked at her in shock. "You actually..."

On the phone screen, the word "fiance" flickered. It was dazzlingly obvious.

Yan Jinghuai thought, "Oh my god, I was only one step away from being a mistress." Yan Jinghuai didn't expect the rich to have so many lovers. He asked, "What position did you offer me just now?"

Wen Qingyin handed the phone to Yan Jinghuai and said, "I'll tell you after we get our marriage certificate."

At this time, the elevator arrived.

After entering the elevator, Wen Qingyin took out the cap of Yan Jinghuai from nowhere.

"I have repaid you for saving my life. I will keep the cap."

Yan Jinghuai took a step forward and the elevator door slowly closed.

He only had time to see her silently remind him, "Three days."

Wen Qingyin still gave him three days to think about it.

-

In the lobby of the Shiwen Hotel.

The popular singer in the entertainment industry, Liu Chang, rolled up his sleeves uneasily and said in a low voice, "I feel like I'm about to suffocate."

On the other end of the phone, Qian Siyuan, the cousin of Wen Qingyin, comforted him. "This is only in your mind. Don't scare yourself."

Liu Chang was still worried and called his childhood friend's nickname.

"Fatty, are we really going to do this? It's not that I look down on myself, but I think Jianjian doesn't like me at all."

Qian Siyuan was puzzled. "What does it have to do with Jianjian?"

"Get to the point." "Seducing Jianjian is not the purpose. Our goal is to suppress Unlucky Cui."

"You can stand next to Jianjian and make that Unlucky Cui feel ashamed. It would be better if he could take the initiative to break off the engagement."

Liu Chang still didn't dare. "Will it be immoral for us to do this?"

Qian Siyuan was angry. "It will only be immoral if Jianjian marries Unlucky Cui."

The more Liu Chang thought about it, the more afraid he became. "What if Jianjian misunderstands that I like Cui?"

Qian Siyuan said, "That will be wonderful. You'll have my greatest gratitude."

He came up with an idea. "In my opinion, you might as well seduce Unlucky Cui. He's so shameless. Maybe he'll agree."

The two of them were bargaining when Yan Jinghuai passed by Liu Chang.

Stunned for a few seconds, Liu Chang shouted in surprise, "Dr. Jing!"

Yan Jinghuai had not heard this address for a long time. He turned around in shock and saw a person rushing toward him.

"Boss, I finally found you. Where have you been for so many years?!"

"Changchang?" Yan Jinghuai was very surprised. "You, you're already a grown-up now."

Liu Chang almost burst into tears. "It's because we haven't seen each other for many years."

Yan Jinghuai and Liu Chang used to be in the same group of trainees. Yan Jinghuai once guided him and treated him as his younger brother.

Liu Chang complained while wiping his tears.

"I told you earlier that things were not going well at Dongchen Starlight. Why didn't you leave with me? Why didn't you ask your agent, Mrs. Fang, to give me your phone number? How have you been these past few years? Did Cao Ming and Mr. Lu of Dongchen Starlight make things difficult for you?"

Yan Jinghuai was a mysophobe. He was afraid that Liu Chang would wipe his snot on him. With a comforting gesture, he distanced himself from Liu Chang and patted his head hypocritically.

Liu Chang was even more excited. He kept pestering him like a puppy, asking all kinds of questions, and he didn't stop talking for a moment.

After the two chatted for a while, Liu Chang's expression became cautious.

"Boss, I did the math. Your contract with Dongchen Starlight will expire in half a year."

"I did a good job. Really. Although I'm unreliable, Mrs. Fang is very capable. She can handle everything."

Liu Chang looked at Yan Jinghuai. "So, can, can you sign a contract with me?"

Afraid that Yan Jinghuai would misunderstand, he quickly explained, "I don't have any ulterior motives. I just, I just..."

"I know that." Yan Jinghuai appeased the silly boy. "I will rely on you in the future."

Liu Chang was overjoyed. "Really? Then it's a deal!"

"Mrs. Fang also said that you deliberately avoided me because you didn't want me to see you in dire straits. How are you down and out? You are still my great boss!"

Yan Jinghuai had mixed feelings.

He deliberately avoided Liu Chang because he didn't want to meet any acquaintances.

He forced a smile and said, "Why are you dressed so formally? Do you need to do something important?"

Only then did Liu Chang remember what Qian Siyuan had asked him to do.

Mr. Yi's birthday party had already begun. Wen Qingyin was a busy person and would not stay for long.

Liu Chang quickly exchanged WeChat numbers with Yan Jinghuai and shouted while running to the elevator, "Call me, Dr. Jing."

-

It had been a long time since Yan Jinghuai thought of his title as Dr. Jing.

He kept recalling for a while and finally saw himself as Dr. Jing under the spotlight.

In the crazy cheers of the fans, Dr. Jing stood on the stage with a microphone in his hand and raised his head high, exuding a kind of domineering aura.

Yan Jinghuai couldn't help but take a step closer. Only then did he realize that it was him when he was eighteen years old.

He whispered, "It's been a long while."

-

Mr. Yi booked the largest banquet hall of the Shiwen Hotel for his birthday. He handed out nearly a hundred invitation cards and couldn't wait to call all the famous people in the city over.

Based on what he did, Wen Qingyin concluded, "Is he trying to tell everyone in the world that he's turning 60? He won't let go of any chance to get more connections."

She tidied up the hem of her dress and muttered, "I really don't understand these old men's obsession with connections."

"He can't possibly find everyone in the world helpful."

At this time, the elevator reached the floor of the banquet hall. Wen Qingyin stopped smiling, put on the demeanor of Ms. Wen, and appeared in front of everyone.

Mr. Yi was on the opposite side of Wen Qingyin and worked for her father, Wen Yuming.

They had always disliked each other. Ever since the old man was hospitalized, her father, Wen Yuming, had been eager to take action, and their relationship had become irreconcilable.

Wen Qingyin didn't like Mr. Yi, and Mr. Yi also didn't treat Wen Qingyin well.

As soon as Wen Qingyin came in, Mr. Yi shouted and greeted her. "Little Ms. Wen, you're a rare guest. It's hard for me to see you."

Wen Qingyin was young when she became the CEO. At that time, Old Mr. Wen was in charge of the company. Since he was called Mr. Wen, Wen Qingyin was naturally called Little Ms. Wen.

In recent years, she had gotten used to it. In fact, Wen Qingyin disliked this title at first.

Mr. Yi had called her that on purpose to disgust her.

Wen Qingyin smiled flawlessly and said, "Well, I'm busy."

It was as if she was talking to her subordinates. "But no matter how busy I am, it's your 60th birthday. I should come."

Mr. Yi was already infuriated by her attitude, but Yi Dawei fanned the flames.

The naughty boy, who made trouble in the lobby of the hotel, stood next to his father. He whispered, "My dad said that he is only 59 this year."

Wen Qingyin pretended to be surprised. "I told you, you don't look like you're in your sixties."

In fact, even if Mr. Yi said that he was 69 years old, people would believe him.

Mr. Yi had dated many women and had many ex-wives. Wen Qingyin could only attribute his premature aging to marriage.

She thought that marriage would indeed end love and make people age.