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She pulled his hand and he got so excited he couldn’t take it…
Su Yundai couldn’t figure out how a freshman rookie like her—who couldn’t even pass the transfer exam at C University—ended up in such a high-level gathering of top tycoons.
Before this, she’d been buried in studies, rarely going out. Uncle Wei, Aunt Lin, and even Wei Lin hardly ever took her to any social occasions.
But now, she was in the executive office of Zejing, a top enterprise, sitting in on a truly high-level gathering of the elites.
Shang Beize told her: “You’re lucky. VIP front row seat for the biggest show in the tech world.”
Three people were already seated in his office: Lin Yitang, the AI mogul; Gu Yuzhou, the chip mogul; and Lu Jingyu, the battery and smartphone mogul.
Su Yundai: “……”
With four trillion-level moguls, they could literally start a mahjong game.
“Beishen’s here.” The one who spoke was her idol Lin Yitang, smiling brightly, her beauty striking like a visual explosion.
Su Yundai’s face flushed crimson. Her bright eyes stayed fixed on Lin Yitang.
Lin Yitang caught her heated gaze and quickly returned her glance, smiling. “So this is the little neighbor girl you were talking about?”
That’s when Su Yundai realized—her coming here with him, people might misunderstand.
But “neighbor girl” sounded both close and proper.
Shang Beize said: “Mm. She admires you a lot. She’s a little lost now, so maybe you can comfort her.”
Su Yundai noticed the two male moguls at the tea table—handsome in different ways, both sharp-eyed, but when their gazes met, it was layered with meaning.
Shang Beize walked toward them.
Lin Yitang pulled Su Yundai along too. “Come, Beishen told us about your situation. We’ll help analyze it.”
Su Yundai was overwhelmed by the honor. These three were the very peak of the tech world.
Even TV stations struggled to land interviews with them, and yet here they were, calling themselves “big brother” and “big sister,” seriously offering her career guidance.
She smiled nervously: “Thank you. But… it’s Saturday. You’re still working?”
The three glanced at each other, silently.
Lin Yitang: “……”
—She was supposed to spend the weekend sweetly cuddling her husband.
Gu Yuzhou: “……”
—He was supposed to spend the weekend cuddling his wife.
Lu Jingyu: “……”
—Same, supposed to cuddle his wife.
But when Shang Beize called, of course they came.
Because to them, Shang Beize was exactly what the outside world called him: “Beishen” (Northern God). There was something divine about him, a lonely god standing atop the mountains.
Everyone has one or two deeply intimate people—family, lovers, or friends. Like Gu Yuzhou, who had his soulmate Song Zhiyi, and his friend Lu Jingyu, who once wired him billions without a single IOU. Or Lin Yitang, whose lover Mo Chisheng reappeared after seven years and wired her money without even signing a contract. Or Mo Chisheng himself, whose friend Gu Yingzhe once mortgaged his only house to help him pay debts.
They had all experienced foolishly pure bonds that made them feel life was worth it, even after countless betrayals and struggles.
But they had never seen Shang Beize grow close to anyone. Not even when fighting his scumbag father did he ask them for help. By the time they realized he had fought back, he’d already changed his surname.
They all knew him well through business cooperation, but none had ever entered his heart.
So when he messaged the group asking them to come out—just to help a girl figure out her future—they felt an unprecedented excitement.
Gu Yuzhou, by the tea table, poured hot water into the teapot. Using tongs, he placed a fine porcelain cup for Su Yundai, rolled up his sleeve, and poured her a cup of tea. “Drink, no need to be nervous.”
“Thank you.” Su Yundai looked calm, politely tapping her knuckles on the table, but inside she was exploding.
A mogul just poured me tea!
A mogul poured me tea!!
Lin Yitang laughed: “I heard you’re torn between life sciences and AI. Perfect timing. A few of us, plus Jiang and He in Hucheng, are about to invest 300 billion into Beishen’s Zejing Medical. With him leading, we’ll empower life sciences with AI. Our goal for the next ten, twenty years is to eliminate disease and let humans live to 200. So your field of life sciences will need a huge number of talents.”
Su Yundai blurted: “Really? But that industry is high-investment, slow-return. Can it really boom in just a few years?”
The moment she said it, she regretted it.
She should’ve flattered them! Even if the moguls claimed they’d make humans immortal tomorrow, she should’ve cheered and believed them!
Instead, she had doubted them! Offended four top moguls in one breath! She could almost hear crows cawing above her head.
Su Yundai: “……”
Lin Yitang calmly sipped tea and said slowly: “That’s exactly why. We feel responsible since others are too slow.”
The room: “……”
Su Yundai’s eyes went wide.
Wow!!! How bold!
Is this the confidence of a mogul?
Her admiration soared.
Gu Yuzhou refilled Lin Yitang’s tea and distanced himself, smiling: “Her words, not ours. If this gets out, don’t drag us in.”
Su Yundai couldn’t help but laugh.
Lin Yitang chuckled. “Why so tense? You’re one of Beishen’s people—our own.”
Beishen’s… person.
Su Yundai’s heart skipped. Her black eyes drifted toward Shang Beize. He sat backlit to her right, his profile like a mountain carved by moonlight, haloed in silver glow—sharp yet fluid.
When her gaze found him, his lifted too. His eyes were like mist flowing over green peaks—light and elusive, yet irresistibly drawing her into the fog.
For a moment, the world went still.
Her breath caught.
“Mm.” After a pause, he affirmed.
Her heart skipped, pounding faster and faster. She hurried to change the subject, blurting flattery: “I love listening to President Lin’s speeches. The way she talks is so powerful.”
But for some reason, she felt Shang Beize’s mist-shrouded eyes shift strangely.
Lin Yitang propped her chin with a smile: “You like me that much?”
Su Yundai nodded earnestly. “I always read your speeches.”
That was true. She never missed them. Whenever she read Lin Yitang’s words, she felt power. She might be just withered weeds pulled up by the roots and tossed aside, yet still, a spark of defiance inside wanted to burn once more.
Lin Yitang glanced at Shang Beize, stroked her chin, and said proudly: “Feels like she genuinely loves me.”
Su Yundai flushed, flustered, swaying her feet.
Shang Beize: “……”
His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
Lin Yitang seemed to discover treasure, beaming at Su Yundai. “If you like me, then join me.”
Su Yundai’s eyes lit. Join her?
Lin Yitang continued: “I think you’re very gifted. Forget your major for now. Are you interested in an internship at Tangsheng this summer? With your math skills, you won’t even need an exam. Algorithm position—we’ll have people train you. If you perform well, whether you graduate or not, Tangsheng will welcome you.”
Su Yundai’s pupils widened. Her breath hitched.
Did she just hear that?
Lin Yitang offering her a no-exam internship? At Tangsheng? Algorithm team??
Every AI student dreamed of Tangsheng.
But it was notoriously hard. Last year, they took fewer than twenty interns. Countless geniuses were rejected. Yet she could go directly?
She must be dreaming.
Lin Yitang smiled: “Beishen showed me your transfer exam paper. I was blown away. I can make an exception—you don’t even need to test, just start the internship.”
Su Yundai froze, barely breathing. She stared, lips parted, voice choked: “Really? Because of my ability, you’d make an exception?”
Lin Yitang laughed. “What misunderstanding do you have about your own strength? You’re the kind of freshman who makes Professor Shen tremble! Do you know his level? He became a professor at C University’s top CS department by age 30! Ten years of research under his belt. When I called him, he admitted the exam was designed to make everyone fail. But you crushed it. He should be the one crying. You’ll rise fast, maybe achieve greatness in just a few years.”
Su Yundai stared, stunned.
Lin Yitang said: “Trust me. I founded Tangsheng and personally screen all talent. Global top, domestic top 2, 985 elites—rarely does anyone have math talent like yours. You… have no visible ceiling.”
Su Yundai was shaken. She… has no ceiling?
Her eyes filled with tears. Recently, she had suffered setback after setback, doubting herself. But to be recognized by her idol—her heart overflowed. Tears fell like broken beads.
All eyes fell on her.
Embarrassed, she wiped them quickly. “I failed the transfer. I doubted myself. Hearing you say that makes me so happy.”
Lin Yitang cast a glance at Shang Beize. Slanting sunlight darkened his face; his hand clenched his teacup until his knuckles turned white. Lu Jingyu noticed and quietly took the cup away, then comforted Su Yundai: “With Beishen at your side, a transfer exam isn’t worth crying over.”
Unlike Lu’s gentleness, Lin Yitang mercilessly stabbed the wound: “This kind of talent, still doubting herself? Beishen, this is on you—your little sister.”
Su Yundai panicked: “No, no… I just met him yesterday.”
How could it be his fault? He was already too kind, even helping her when she cried.
Gu Yuzhou was shocked. “You just met?”
From their dynamic, he thought they were childhood sweethearts.
Lin Yitang handed Su Yundai a tissue. “With such poor self-awareness, you’ll suffer losses out there.”
She found it odd—someone who could be Beishen’s neighbor shouldn’t be from a poor family. Normally, if a child showed even a bit of talent, parents would pave every road for them. But here? Wasting her gift.
Lin Yitang warned: “Seriously, you’ll suffer. Join me instead. Out there, people are vicious.”
Shang Beize: “……”
And you’re what, a saint?
Su Yundai laughed through tears, wiping them. “If you think I can do it, then I want to earn it properly. I’ll take the test and enter fair and square.”
The word “join,” not “follow,” gave her a sense of respect.
Shang Beize frowned.
She’s… abandoning him? Just one tug from Lin Yitang and she’s gone? If she interns at Zejing, he could see her every day. But Tangsheng…?
Lin Yitang smiled: “Then let’s add WeChat.”
Su Yundai’s eyes lit brighter. “Really? I can add you?”
“Of course.”
“Mm! But don’t give me any hints just because of Beishen.”
She wanted to get in by her own strength.
Lin Yitang’s eyes narrowed playfully, lips curving into a brilliant yet sly smile. “Even with hints, if you can answer my questions, that makes you incredible.”
Su Yundai was charmed and motivated. She adored this wild, confident energy.
“Will it be an online test?” she asked. She’d heard they used their AI platform “Mumu,” monitored by it.
Lin Yitang nodded, smile wicked. “Yes. Completely open book.”
Su Yundai: “……”
Which meant… still almost impossible.
Shang Beize, watching their lively talk, tapped the table. “Wait. So you’re… abandoning me already?”
The air froze. Dust floated in the sunlight like in a movie scene, oddly romantic.
Everyone stared at him.
Su Yundai blinked. Oh! Right! He’d said if she entered the special class, Zejing would guarantee her a summer internship.
But now Tangsheng’s offer was real.
Lin Yitang added sweetly: “Internship pays 2000 yuan a day. Starting salary, 2 million. Since you live in Beishen’s community, maybe money isn’t a concern. But our reputation matters—whether for jobs or startups, Tangsheng’s name opens doors. Isn’t that right, Beishen?”
Su Yundai’s eyes widened.
2000 a day?
2 million starting salary?!
She cared. She cared madly!
Lin Yitang squinted at Shang Beize, smiling pointedly: “This year Beishen poached two of ours. Gave them tens of millions a year for AI healthcare.”
Shang Beize: “……”
Leaning back lazily, shadowed, he looked solid as a mountain. “Normal talent flow. Why be petty, Lin?”
Lin shot back: “Not petty. Just worried if you drain my backbone, we lose money and blame falls on me.”
His shameless reply: “Normal flow. If you lose, that’s on your ability, not me.”
The atmosphere crackled. A casual game of mogul chess was unfolding.
Su Yundai found herself thrilled. She didn’t expect to become someone worth fighting over.
Lin Yitang: “I’m not petty. Tangsheng’s talent pool is just tight. For our new project, we’re already sending out our best team.”
Shang Beize: “Not petty? I poached two and you jumped, demanding I split the pie with Zejing Medical.”
Su Yundai stifled a laugh. So cute—President Lin.
Lin Yitang snorted: “I sent you people and money. How can you call it a loss?”
Shang Beize: “Then it’s not a loss. It’s wings for a tiger.”
Lin Yitang: “And Su here? Beishen, are you seriously fighting me for an intern? I’ll train her myself—and she likes me.”
Shang Beize: “I brought her here for comfort, not to hand her over.”
Lin Yitang: “If I take her, I’ll comfort her just fine.”
Shang Beize: “Keep dreaming.”
Su Yundai: “……”
This sweet fight over her was overwhelming. She almost wished she could split into two. Don’t fight! Maybe one of you takes me by day, the other at night? I can work long hours!
She was over the moon.
Shang Beize glanced at her amused little face and asked with a faint smile: “Where do you actually want to go? With me, it fits your field better, and pay’s higher than Tangsheng. Which will you choose?”
Idols were idols—she really wanted to follow Lin Yitang. But Zejing would always be there if she made it into the special class. Tangsheng might not give her another chance if she said no.
Timidly, she asked: “Do you want the truth?”
Shang Beize had a terrible premonition. His premonitions were always right. Coldly, he said: “A lie will do too.”
Gu Yuzhou and Lu Jingyu burst into laughter.
They’d never seen him so fragile. Subtext: Even lie to me, just don’t choose someone else.
Lin Yitang teased: “Beishen, can’t handle the truth?”
Su Yundai didn’t want to embarrass him. She tugged him up. “Beishen-ge, come—I’ll tell you.”
His heart pounded.
She took the initiative to pull his hand. She pulled his hand!
Her pale fingers held his forearm, his sleeve rolled, her warm palm pressing his muscle. His arm quivered with excitement, pulse racing.
She tugged him to stand, looking for a private spot.
Adorable.
He led her. “Here.” His voice came out hoarse, dry.
He opened the door to the rest lounge behind his office, where he usually napped.
It was dim, coldly decorated—but with her inside, the air turned heated, ambiguous.
His heart thundered. The warmth of her palm seeped into his pores, sending waves through him. Heat surged.
Suddenly, he realized—bringing her here was a mistake. Too ambiguous.
There was a bed. His napping bed.
And in his mind’s eye, he saw her lying there—shy, beautiful, alluring.
His breath stalled.
Alarm bells rang in his head.
His throat burned, hoarse. “Wait here. I… need the restroom.”
She released him. Contact broken.
He splashed cold water on his face, again and again.
In the mirror, his ears were still red, eyes still full of desire, blood boiling.
His ascetic facade couldn’t hide it anymore. Desire was seeping out, naked and raw.
She had only tugged his hand—and he had already imagined her on his bed.
If she ever discovered his filthy thoughts, she’d definitely be scared away.
Water kept pouring over his face. But the heat inside his body cooled far too slowly.