The next day, Chi Liu lay on his side, half his face buried in the quilt, his sleeping face serene and peaceful.

He slowly opened his eyes and was about to get up when he paused – his palm was somehow pressed against his flat stomach.

Chi Liu: “?” Was he hungry in the middle of the night?

He got up, washed, and had breakfast at the hotel before heading to Yingwang Tower as agreed, not paying much attention to it.

It was rush hour, and the lobby of Yingwang was bustling with employees in business attire who were clocking in for work and looking perfectly normal.

After Chi Liu was received at the front desk, the manager led him enthusiastically and skillfully to a conference room on a high floor. While waiting for the Yingwang people to arrive, he chatted idly, “Usually, Yingwang’s lease contracts are handled personally by Secretary Wen. The one coming later should be Secretary Wen.”

Chi Liu’s eyes lit up, and even the polite smile on his lips became a little more genuine: “Okay.”

The manager had a good impression of Chi Liu and spoke more casually: “Luckily, we don’t have to meet President Chu today. You don’t know, Little Chi, we employees get the jitters whenever we see President Chu. I can’t explain why. Secretary Wen is much better and approachable to everyone.”

Before he finished speaking, Secretary Wen pushed the door open with a file in hand. After greeting the manager, he extended his hand to Chi Liu: “I heard Mr. Chi is going to run a bar. I wish you a prosperous business.”

As he spoke, he wore a friendly smile that was neither distant nor overly familiar, and his voice was pleasing to the ear.

Chi Liu, however, stared blankly at Secretary Wen’s lake-green eyes behind his glasses. For some reason, he subconsciously felt Secretary Wen’s eyes were two pools of cold, bottomless green water.

A moment later, he still shook the other man’s unusually cold hand and smiled, “I appreciate your kind words.”

Secretary Wen sat down and handed over the file: “These are the official terms and conditions. Please read them carefully. If there are no problems, you can sign.”

Chi Liu didn’t stand on ceremony, took it, and began to read it carefully.

Suddenly, with a “thump,” the door was opened again, and a thin young man slowly entered with a tray, heading towards the conference table. Hearing the sound, Secretary Wen smiled and said, “The contract is long. You can have some tea and take your time. I’ll go take care of some—” business.

Before he could finish speaking, his smile froze on his face.

The manager’s mouth was wider than an egg.

The young man had somehow tripped, and he and the tray were falling to the ground. Three cups of scalding tea were about to fall towards him, splashing onto his body and face…

Sensing the impending danger, the falling young man slowly blinked his one black and one blue eye: “Huh?”

Chi Liu’s pupils constricted. Before anyone could react, he stood up, swiftly grabbed the tray from the young man’s hand, and steadily supported the young man’s elbow with his other hand.

With a soft “bang,” only one cup of tea fell in the opposite direction, splashing on Chi Liu.

The moment the tea splashed, Secretary Wen finally reacted, and a flash of light flickered in his green eyes.

Chi Liu frowned slightly as he looked at his soaked shirt and trousers: Cold water…

One of the cups was iced tea?

No matter how slow-witted the young man was, he knew he had caused trouble on his first day of work.

Thinking the guest was angry, his delicate little face turned pale as he stammered an apology: “I’m… I’m sorry.”

Chi Liu regained his senses and quickly replied, “It’s okay.”

The young man remembered Secretary Wen’s instructions and, with his head lowered, added, “I’m really sorry. I’ll compensate you. This job is very important to me; please don’t complain about me.”

This pretty man looked very young, his eyebrows and eyes resembling his little niece. He looked helpless, like a child, evoking pity from those around him. So Chi Liu smiled gently, looking at him and saying softly, “I’m fine. I won’t complain about you. Do you want to go and rest for a while?”

The young man’s eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks flushed slightly – it was the first time he had seen such a gentle NPC, and he was speechless.

Secretary Wen stood behind the young man, placed his hand on the back of his head, and gently pressed down: “Xiang Xiang, if it weren’t for Mr. Chi just now, you would have been scalded. You should thank him.”

This was the truth. Xiang Xiang was too weak, and his body’s characteristics made him most afraid of boiling water.

The young man bowed obediently: “Thank you.”

Chi Liu’s eyes curved into a smile: “You’re welcome.”

Secretary Wen looked at Chi Liu, a genuine gratitude and smile rarely appearing on his face. He said, “Mr. Chi, please come with me. I’ll take you to change into some clean clothes first.”

Chi Liu didn’t refuse and nodded, following Secretary Wen out of the conference room.

The young man stood in the room, his face flushed, staring blankly at Chi Liu’s back. The blue eye sparkled for the first time.

The manager then smiled and said, “Little Chi is a good person. I thought he looked kind of the first time I saw him!”

The young man nodded shyly. Something suddenly flashed through his clumsy brain. He slowly tilted his head and blinked – Had he seen Little Chi somewhere before… Where was it?

…

Secretary Wen took Chi Liu into the elevator, using his employee card to swipe to the highest floor of Yingwang Tower.

He smiled, “Mr. Chi, thank you again.”

Chi Liu was a little embarrassed. He said, “Really, you’re welcome. It was just a small thing.”

Secretary Wen sincerely praised, “You look delicate, but you’re really quick. To be honest, even I didn’t react just now.”

NPCs, or humans, rarely achieved such rapid and precise reactions as Chi Liu.

Chi Liu smiled: “Thank you.”

As they spoke, the elevator had already stopped on the top floor.

The entire top floor was silent and empty, with only one office. Chi Liu stood before the door, his eyebrows twitching involuntarily as he looked at the “President’s Office” on the silver-gray nameplate.

Secretary Wen didn’t notice his strangeness. He swiped open the office door and said, “The boss was on a temporary business trip yesterday and won’t be back until the night after tomorrow. I’ll take you to my office to change clothes.”

Chi Liu blinked: ? Was his luck off the charts today?

Secretary Wen’s office was a cubicle in the huge president’s office, separated from the outside by frosted glass walls. The cubicle was not small; it even had a rest area and a shower room.

Secretary Wen took out a set of clean clothes for him to change into, saying, “You can take a shower if you want. If you don’t mind, you can wear this.” He paused and added, “I’ll wait outside for you.”

With that, he gentlemanly left the room.

Chi Liu was not used to showering in someone else’s private space, so he changed into clean clothes.

After washing his hands, he neatly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his vest, revealing a beautifully shaped, fair back, a slender waist, and, below that, hips outlined by black suit pants and straight, slender legs.

With a soft “click,” the belt buckle was undone, and the black trousers fell down his legs…

…

A few minutes earlier, Secretary Wen’s eyes widened suddenly as soon as he left the office.

With a “thud,” half a corpse, bitten off from the middle, fell in front of him from a black hole that appeared out of nowhere in the ceiling. Blood and minced meat splattered all over his face.

The two overly long legs, clad in silver-gray uniforms, twitched nervously without their upper bodies. Viscera fell out of the bloody cross-section, smearing the ground with dirty blood.

Then, countless thick, dark blue tentacles poured out of the black hole. After landing on the ground, they angrily scrambled to wrap around the half corpse, quickly swallowing it. The teeth-grinding chewing sound echoed in the space, and then quickly disappeared…

Secretary Wen twitched the corner of his mouth: “…” His boss actually came back from his business trip early…

He suddenly looked at the cubicle—haha. Fortunately, due to the boss’s needs, the material there was special, absolutely soundproof, and odorless.

At this time, the black hole in the ceiling slowly disappeared, and Chu Qi in human form was already standing in front of Secretary Wen.

His handsome face rarely lacked the usual smile, and his lips were tightly pursed downwards, looking very unhappy.

Secretary Wen took a deep breath and forced a smile: “Welcome back, boss. You’ve worked hard.”

Chu Qi was shrouded in a dark and heavy atmosphere, like an NPC wage slave who had worked overtime for a whole month, filled with resentment: “Those rats dirtied the passage, and I have to clean it myself every time. Every time. Now, they’ve dirtied my office too.”

Secretary Wen’s scalp tingled: “…Uh.”

It was extremely rare for the passage to be dirtied, but the boss would get angry every time after cleaning it.

Last time, the boss almost swallowed the entire Yingwang Tower after cleaning it, although this was already restrained behavior…

Therefore, Yingwang employees would have a holiday every time before and after the boss went on a business trip to clean the passage.

In fact, the next two days were their holidays…

But now that the boss was back so soon, he didn’t have time to evacuate the building’s employees…

Secretary Wen tried to appease him with a stiff smile: “I’ll clean the office immediately! You can rest first—”

Suddenly, Chu Qi’s displeasure vanished strangely, and his dark eyes fixed on Secretary Wen’s left hand.

Secretary Wen: “?”

Chu Qi looked at the other man’s left hand, tilted his head, and a naive doubt appeared on his face: “Why does your hand smell like my little believer?”

Secretary Wen: “???”

Before he could react, dark blue tentacles wrapped around his wrist, and a sucker’s mouth opened completely, revealing a circle of sharp teeth, lunging at Secretary Wen’s palm.

Secretary Wen’s hair almost stood on end: “!!!” Ahhhhh, was the boss going to swallow him this time!

Then, he was stunned.

The mouth was eating… air…

Secretary Wen: ?

After eating the last trace of the little believer’s scent, Chu Qi’s mood calmed down strangely – that little believer seemed to be able to affect his emotions every time…

He then released Secretary Wen’s hand with a look of disgust.

Then, inexplicably, he suddenly looked at the cubicle’s closed door, and the edges of his dark pupils were tinged with strands of scarlet light.

A strange doubt and premonition appeared on his face.

Secretary Wen thought the boss had discovered a stranger and quickly explained, “He’s an NPC here to sign a lease contract. Xiang Xiang accidentally spilled tea on him, so I gave him my clothes to change into.” He paused and added, “He saved Xiang Xiang. He’s a very good person.”

“I’ll have someone clean the room and take him away immediately!”

Chu Qi just said, “Why should my little believer wear your clothes?”

Secretary Wen suddenly felt entirely out of place: “…?” Who am I, where am I?

Chu Qi had already walked to his lounge, washed his hands, and taken a complete set of clean clothes from the cloakroom – including underwear.

He walked to the cubicle, stood in front of the glass wall on the side of the door, and knocked gently.

Soon, the heavy frosted glass door opened a crack, and Chi Liu’s somewhat embarrassed voice came out: “Um, sorry, I’m changing clothes. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Chu Qi’s voice still had a sense of distortion: “You can’t wear those clothes.”

The almost naked young man was also standing on the other side of the door, his shadow overlapping with Chu Qi’s through the glass.

He always felt that the voice outside was a little off. Was Secretary Wen’s voice like this?

Or was it another employee, Secretary Wen had brought?

He thought Secretary Wen had suddenly realized that the clothes were inconvenient for him to wear, so he said, “Okay, I’ll put on my clothes first.”

A set of clothes had already appeared in the door’s crack: “Wear this set.”

Chi Liu was stunned, said “Oh,” and said “Thank you,” only extending his fair arm through the crack in the door, quickly taking the clothes, and closing the door.

Inside the cubicle, Chi Liu quickly changed into the ill-fitting clothes. His face was flushed as he looked at the clean underwear that he hadn’t put on, and thought: Um, was Secretary Wen a little too enthusiastic…

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