Chapter 5 : His gaze fell on the last sentence, and his eyes slightly deepened.

Isn’t this the female protagonist, Lu Zhenzhen, from 《Ferocious Love of the Wealthy CEO》?

Seeing this familiar name, Yu Zhi’s gaze paused.

So, the plot quietly began at this moment. Yu Zhi recalled the contents of the book. The female lead, Lu Zhenzhen, is a typical representative of being silly, sweet, and naive. Despite repeatedly causing various major incidents, she still manages to attract the admiration of many male characters.

“Zhenzhen just made some small mistakes accidentally, why bother dwelling on it?”

At this point, the protagonist, who “doesn’t understand anything but remains naive,” should have accidentally caught the attention of the infatuated supporting male character, and then the plot will soon lead to a cliche encounter with Jiang Qianchen.

“It’s simple. If you’re not sure whether Xu Wenhao is playing ambiguous, just create a small account to test it,” Lin Ruixuan said indifferently, “Few people can pass this kind of test.”

“Of course, except for our President Jiang. President Jiang seems like someone who won’t be influenced by external temptations,” Zhou Jingyao agreed with a nod.

Although Yu Zhi didn’t think much of Lin Ruixuan’s emotional analysis, which seemed to come from years of being single, her suggestion instantly lit up Yu Zhi’s long-depressed heart.

Jiang Qianchen’s usual life is dull and monotonous, either working or on the way to work. The social circle appears harmonious, but everyone plays their roles as plastic couples. However, with Jiang Qianchen’s level of cleanliness, she can’t find any tangible evidence of ambiguous behavior, let alone use a stack of photos to playfully suggest a divorce.

So, when the mountain doesn’t move, she decided to make a move herself. She was worried about not finding a suitable reason for divorce, but without conditions, why not create them?

“System, would this be considered breaking the character setting?”

Rushing home, Yu Zhi opened a forum, thoroughly reading works by various time management experts. After careful consideration, she decided to register a new WeChat account with a new phone number.

The WeChat name was “Vivian Waiting for Love,” and the personal signature reflected a youthful and painful style:

• A lonely night for one person.

The system mouth twitched, [In theory, dear, the male lead not noticing abnormality in your character is acceptable.]

[Just that doing this comes with risks… I advise against attempting it lightly.]

The system hesitated.

Oh, so as long as she keeps her identity well-hidden. Yu Zhi understood, and she crafted a brief biography for this WeChat account – a bold and straightforward, enchanting woman who had experienced heartbreak.

But she struggled when choosing a profile picture. Yu Zhi initially thought of selecting a few provocative photos from the rampant comment section of Weibo, but most of the pictures were too vulgar.

Yu Zhi had to resort to the photos she took last year while “relaxing” on an island, some of which she had never posted on any social network. For example, there was a photo of her collarbone wearing a white deep v-neck camisole, fresh yet alluring, with a hint of sophistication.

She then adorned her moments^[1]Moments is one of WeChat features with a few golden quotes about love, enhancing the image of a spicy girl who often shed tears for love in the middle of the night.

Next, she looked up Jiang Qianchen’s WeChat account. His moments were as dull as he was, even though he had set them to be visible to all, there was no content whatsoever. His profile picture was simply plain black, and his WeChat name was just his surname. It was like comparing heaven and earth between her colorful moments and his.

[Hey, Gege, do you remember me? I’m Vivian, the one you’ve met before.]

Yu Zhi greeted him with her new account. As expected, this friend request sank like a stone.

It was to be expected. She didn’t expect this trick to be 100% effective. Some men are open to active flirtation, but Jiang Qianchen lived like a veteran cadre; if WeChat wasn’t necessary, he wouldn’t bother using it, let alone looking at friend requests.

So, while Jiang Qianchen hadn’t learned how to block users yet, she would send a few more friend requests.

At eleven o’clock in the evening, when Jiang Qianchen finished work and was about to go home, it was also the time when loneliness crept in. Yu Zhi seized the moment to send another friend request.

Vivian Waiting for Love: [It’s okay if you don’t remember; I’ve always been thinking about you.]

Even after a series of hot confessions, there was no response from the other party. Yu Zhi, neither rejected nor blocked, gradually lost patience. She remembered seeing a social news article and decided to casually send an ad about seeking a child for a high price:

[I’ve always dreamed of being a mom. Can you help me fulfill my dream?]

Yawning, she planned to change her strategy and try again tomorrow when her phone suddenly vibrated.

Jiang: “Hmm?”

…

…

Jiang Qianchen has been busy lately.

In the morning, as the sun just rose from the horizon, the continuous flow of cars traversed the roads. Pedestrians walked briskly along the sidewalks, and the subway entrances were crowded, with almost every subway car packed to capacity. Most pedestrians on the streets carried briefcases, hurrying past.

A foreign man holding a map walked on the street, speaking in not-so-fluent Chinese. He approached a white-collar worker on the street and asked, “Excuse me, can you tell me what this tall building is for?”

“□□ headquarters.”

The white-collar worker pointed to the towering building in front of them, wearing a surprised yet enlightened expression. Undoubtedly, this is the place where countless people aspire to work.

The sun hung halfway in the sky, casting its radiance on the glass of the building, creating a dazzling spectacle. It exuded youthfulness and vitality, incomparably sharp.

The headquarters of □□ is located in the heart of Ningcheng, towering over the entire CBD. Several subsidiary buildings surround the main structure, majestic and piercing the clouds, instilling awe in countless passersby.

Inside the vast building, the offices were eerily quiet, with everyone facing their computer screens, carefully examining the sudden message in their work inbox, as if it were a thunderbolt.

The email attached a long list of layoffs, from lower-level staff to management positions, and even some heads of departments.

An undercurrent surged within the group. Jiang Qianchen returned to the country and immediately carried out a bold personnel reshuffle, clearing out the deadwood within the company. His methods were ruthless, and anyone attempting to cause trouble was swiftly dealt with by the guards at the door. The storm quietly subsided in silence.

Without surprise, from now on, the reins of □□’s leadership will firmly be in the hands of this young man.

Such a bold move caught many people’s attention. At this moment, in the spacious CEO’s office, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Zheng Hong stared at Jiang Qianchen for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, “It’s been many years since we last met, President Jiang, and you’ve grown into such a character. Your father would surely be proud if he knew, wouldn’t he?”

“Why haven’t you visited the old house recently? Not to mention me as your uncle, Old Master Jiang is getting old, and his health isn’t that robust. Now is the time to show filial piety.”

Zheng Hong spoke with gravity, “You young people, impulsive and quick to act, always inclined to handle things too decisively. But in this world, how many things are truly absolute?” He squinted, with a subtle smile on his round face, “Do you think I’m right, President Jiang?”

The sunlight streamed into the room through the French windows, illuminating Jiang Qianchen’s handsome profile, yet he remained composed and indifferent. His gaze was unwavering.

Unyielding, facing challenges head-on.

Both men understood well that Jiang Qianchen’s move this time directly targeted Zheng Hong’s influence. Zheng Hong, as the in-law of the Jiang family, entered the company and rose to a high position based on his own abilities, also gaining some shares. Later, he continuously recruited more people, and in the few years when he was not in Ningcheng, this had subtly developed into a hint of a faction.

Old Master Jiang paid little attention to worldly affairs, and Zheng Hong, active in the management frontline, held significant power.

Seeing that the other party did not respond at all, Zheng Hong finally swallowed his pride and played the emotional card: “Ah, since I entered the Jiang family, I have been working diligently. Even if I don’t have any credit, I have also toiled. Taking away my trusted aides so openly, where should I put my face?”

“We’re family; we can discuss matters privately.”

He smiled on the surface but harbored inner resentment.

Jiang Qianchen didn’t even give him a chance to explain before getting rid of his right-hand man, showing no mercy and not even giving him a way out.

Upon hearing this, the man sitting behind the desk finally reacted. He interlocked his fingers, lightly resting his chin on them. “Manager Zheng, you’ve been with the company for quite some time now, so I assume you’re familiar with the rules.”

Jiang Qianchen glanced up slightly, and Xu, the secretary standing nearby, immediately laid out the documents on the table. Initially unconcerned, Zheng Hong grew more and more alarmed as he looked through them, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Impossible! He had been very discreet in his actions, not telling anyone about them. How did Jiang Qianchen find out?!

The figure before him seemed more and more terrifying, and Zheng Hong saw Jiang Qianchen lightly tapping the desk with his right hand’s knuckles. “Embezzlement, asset transfers… which excuse do you think is more suitable for retirement, Uncle?”

Each tap struck fear into Zheng Hong’s heart, and when the secretary presented the agreement, the dominating terms made him grit his teeth and reluctantly sign his name. As he set down the pen, he heard Jiang Qianchen’s calm voice:

“Uncle, you’re not young anymore. The air at the old house is fresh; you should consider staying there more often.”

Receiving this unchanged message, Zheng Hong stumbled, unable to maintain the perpetual smile on his face. Led by his bodyguards, he left the office despondently.

After wrapping up the remaining matters over the next few days, Jiang Qianchen finally managed to extricate himself from his busy schedule.

“President Jiang, are we heading back to the company as usual tonight?” the driver asked gently, receiving an affirmative response before setting off.

The moonlight outside the window was dim, and the street lamps on the road turned into patches of light as the Rolls-Royce smoothly shuttled between cities. Jiang Qianchen sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, somehow recalling the sweet and lingering scent from last time, as if it had been lingering around him, unable to disperse for a long time.

Soft, like the smell of peaches.

“To Lan Ting Yuan villa,” he said. Suddenly remembering the last time he returned home from a business trip, he recalled Yu Zhi’s affectionate teary eyes. Jiang Qianchen was about to send her a WeChat message to inform her in advance, but the red bubble in the contacts list seemed to know he was watching, continuously popping up with new messages.

Vivian Waiting for Love: [Gege, are you lonely? [Shy].]

Jiang Qianchen frowned.

He didn’t often use so-called social software, and there weren’t many people who knew his WeChat ID. The only person who usually daringly called him like this was one person.

But this name…

Jiang Qianchen glanced at the personality signature and the unserious avatar of the other party, and the large area of skin exposed in the upper left corner was particularly eye-catching in the entire interface.

He pressed his temple with his fingertip. Such a deviant act made him, who was always decisive, somewhat doubt his judgment just now.

Jiang Qianchen didn’t intend to pay attention to this prank, but the other party persisted:

[Are you there?]

[Meeting is fate. In the vast sea of the internet, agreeing to a friend request allows us to continue on. ]

…

[I have always had a dream of being a mother. Can you help me?]

The man’s gaze fell on this last sentence, his eyes slightly deepened.

So, she meant she wanted someone to send her soup every day.

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The author has a message to convey:

President Jiang: I understand (confidently)

Zhizhi: No, you don’t understand (smiling)