Yun Mingyue worked diligently until noon. Over lunch with her secretary Sun Qing, Sun Qing mentioned the afternoon’s plan.

“Chairwoman, I’ll head to Hangcheng Z University this afternoon to coordinate the campus gym renovation with the administration.” Such a minor task was well within her duties—no need to trouble Yun Mingyue.

After all, the Chairwoman oversaw the entire Yun Group. How could she spare time for trivial matters?

“Hangcheng Z University?” Yun Mingyue’s eyes flickered slightly. “I’m free this afternoon. I’ll go take a look.”

Sun Qing was taken aback. If she recalled correctly, the Chairwoman had a packed schedule…

She opened her mouth, then suddenly remembered Zhou You’s sick leave call earlier. A quick smile masked her inner shock. “If… if you’re willing to go, that’s best. Should anyone seek you at the office, I’ll notify you promptly.”

If she’d once thought the Chairwoman was merely seeking distraction from loneliness, she now feared the day she’d fall completely head over heels wasn’t far off.

The Chairwoman was serious.

Yun Mingyue elegantly finished her last bite and rose. To stay approachable, she always ate lunch in the staff canteen.

As she walked out, veteran employees who recognized her and new hires who didn’t both instinctively turned to watch. Some holding trays respectfully stepped aside.

“The Chairwoman is always so busy,” a veteran remarked admiringly.

“She built the entire Yun Group from the ground up,” another added, pride glowing on his face.

“Is that our boss? Where’s she going?” a new employee whispered.

“Hmph.” “Hmph.”

The two veterans sniffed in unison. “Of course she’s off handling major affairs. You think she’s off flirting? She’s the goddess of our entire Yun Group!”

“Oh.” The new employee stole a glance at Yun Mingyue’s hurried figure and quietly realized: even the wealthy weren’t as carefree as she’d imagined.

Unaware of the chatter behind her, Yun Mingyue—still in her daytime work attire—stepped toward the elevator.

Beep!

The doors slid open slowly. A refined man in a dark blue suit stepped out.

Spotting Yun Mingyue, he hesitated. “You… could you be… President Yun?”

“And you are?” Yun Mingyue glanced at him and subtly shifted a few steps aside.

“I’m a director from Hengyang Real Estate. We had an appointment to discuss West Lake Community,” he said ingratiatingly.

Yun Mingyue remained cool. Half-stepping into the elevator, she showed zero interest.

Seeing her leave, he dropped pretense, hurried closer despite her frosty gaze.

“President Yun, I’ve brought documents. Care to review them?”

Unmoved, her sharp look halted him. “I know your project. The price was already discussed with Secretary Sun.”

“But fifty million is far too low…”

“Heh.” Yun Mingyue gave a cold laugh. “I’m taking this on for the users who already paid—not for Hengyang. Fifty million is exact. Refuse it, and others will jump at our investment.”

“I…”

She pressed the first-floor button. The doors closed slowly, shutting him out.

Left outside, thoroughly rebuffed, he could only mutter inwardly: the icy President Yun truly lived up to her reputation.

Coincidentally, Yun Daidai finished her office tasks and requested leave to scout Hangcheng Z University.

She needed to plan how to approach Zhou You.

Moreover…

She stared at her phone photo. She’d had someone investigate suspicious women around Zhou You for weeks.

Some useful intel had surfaced.

For instance: Zhou You was currently at Hangcheng Z University—with a woman she didn’t recognize.

Yun Daidai’s eyes turned dangerously sharp. She’d acknowledged her mistakes, but that didn’t erase her hatred for the woman who stole Zhou You.

His refusal to forgive her? Definitely tied to *her*.

She took one last look at the photo—a woman’s back, clinging intimately to Zhou You—then dimmed the screen and left.

…

…

Zhou You had wandered Hangcheng Z University awhile, even joining Chen Tangtang for lunch in the canteen. Senior students warmly lent their meal cards to the junior.

“Mmm~ Mmm~”

Chen Tangtang happily licked the yogurt lid, her soft pink tongue meticulously cleaning every creamy trace.

She swallowed, patted her belly. “Little God, you fed me so full my tummy’s round!”

Zhou You lifted the ice cream cone, seeing right through her. “No waste. You bought it—you finish it.”

He brought it to her lips. Rubbing her stomach, she opened her mouth with a pitiful look, letting him push it in.

“Open wider. It won’t fit.”

“It’s too big… too big…” Her mouth stuffed full, tiny hands waved gently in protest.

Vrrr… Vrrr…

A message cut through their oblivious moment.

Ink Wash: [Done with my tasks. @Handsome God]

Handsome God: [Perfect. I’ll find you soon, Sister Mo.]

After Chen Tangtang and Yun Mingyue, Zhou You was mildly surprised—but not shocked—to learn Ink Wash worked here.

Ink Wash: [My niece will come to you. Wait a moment.]

Handsome God: [Mm.]

Seizing the chat gap, Chen Tangtang secretly “disposed” of the cone. *Never* acting coquettish for treats again.

Zhou You glanced at her. “I’m meeting Sister Mo. Probably serious talk…”

Ink Wash was the group’s most earnest member—fitting for a university professor, a true role model.

“…Ice Sister, wait here or head back.”

Knowing Chen Tangtang’s lively nature, he doubted she’d sit through dry discussions.

“Okay.”

She hesitated—then pictured a middle-aged, bald teacher. Interest vanished.

“I’ll wait obediently for you.”

She cradled his hand against her chest, big eyes blinking sweetly. A cute, docile aura radiated—truly lovely.

“Mm.”

Just as Zhou You nodded, running footsteps approached. Ning Mengmeng’s voice rang beside him:

“Brother, what are you doing here?”

The girl stopped, staring fixedly at Zhou You’s hand nestled against Chen Tangtang’s chest.