Hongyu Group.

Secretary Wang Lan pushed open the door of the Chairman’s office, a smile on her face as she looked at Nanrong Wanqing, who was busily working at her desk.

"Chairman, someone is looking for you."

"I’m really busy right now, I don’t have time..."

"Not even time for me?" A familiar voice came, and Nanrong Wanqing immediately looked up at the door, only to see Ling Chen standing behind Wang Lan with a cheeky grin, winking at her.

"Lan, you go ahead with your work; I have something to discuss with the Chairman."

"Mhm." Wang Lan, very understanding, didn’t say anything unnecessary and turned to leave the office.

Nanrong Wanqing wheeled away from her desk and looked curiously at Ling Chen, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. "Didn’t you say that you don’t want others to know you’re back?"

"It’s okay now." Ling Chen flashed a wide grin. "Old Tang helped me resign last time, and I’m here to be reinstated today. It’s up to you, the Chairman, to agree or not."

"Reinstate?" Nanrong Wanqing pondered for a moment, then gently shook her head: "I cannot agree."

Ling Chen was slightly taken aback, puzzled. "Why not?" As he spoke, he ‘oh’ed, with a sudden look of realization, his smile playful. "Are you refusing to let me return to the company because you want to propel me directly to the pinnacle of life?"

"What pinnacle of life?"

"Become a general manager, marry a rich and beautiful woman... Nope, that should be marry the Chairman, and also..."

Hearing his nonsense, Nanrong Wanqing’s pretty face blushed, two streaks of crimson rose involuntarily, and she retorted with annoyance: "You’re thinking too much."

"Then what would you have me do?"

"Security doesn’t have much career prospect; I think you should try other fields, like management."

"Management?" Ling Chen’s eyes rolled, and he immediately laughed. He looked at Nanrong Wanqing with meaningful amusement. Feeling his gaze, Nanrong Wanqing couldn’t help but turn her head away, her face reddening, her beautiful eyes flickering. She stammered: "What are you looking at me for?"

Ling Chen chuckled: "Chairman, are you undertaking a future husband training program?"

"Who says that? I just... just think your abilities are wasted on being security." By the end of her sentence, her voice had become a faint whisper, with a hint of shyness, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

Seeing her bashful, demure appearance, Ling Chen smiled to himself. The old Nanrong Wanqing used to be stern with an icy face, authoritative, and nobody dared to defy her. But the current Nanrong Wanqing appeared like a fairy descending from the heavens, tasting the mortal world for the first time, with a completely different charm that unwittingly attracted him.

"Really not a future husband training program?"

Seeing him bringing up that topic again, Nanrong Wanqing became both shy and annoyed. "If you ask again, then you can go back to the security department."

"Alright, alright, I won’t ask anymore. You’re the Chairman; whatever you say goes. So, what position are you planning to arrange for me?" Knowing she was thin-skinned, Ling Chen no longer teased her.

"Start by getting familiar with the Human Resources Department. If you perform well, then I will arrange other tasks for you." When it came to work, Nanrong Wanqing immediately became serious. "The Human Resources Department is a vital part of the company and is involved in the overall operation. You can’t take it lightly."

"No problem, don’t you know my abilities." Ling Chen was full of confidence.

"Right, how’s Nanrong Hao doing?" Bringing up her own brother, a trace of concealed worry crossed Nanrong Wanqing’s brows.

"Don’t worry, if his issue wasn’t resolved, could I have come back to find you? By tomorrow at the latest, you’ll be able to see him."

Upon hearing that, Nanrong Wanqing’s brows immediately smoothed out, as if she relaxed completely. "Thank you."

Ling Chen waved his hand dismissively. "Do we still need to thank each other? If you really want to thank me, why not make it up to me tonight?" While saying this, he let out a sly chuckle.

Thinking of the passionate night, Nanrong Wanqing’s pretty face blushed, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes as she scolded angrily: "Without my permission, you’re not allowed in my room ever again. Also, when you go back, you need to apologize to Lin yourself."

Su Lin?

Ling Chen scratched his head; that girl was a bit of trouble. With her tigress-like personality, he wasn’t sure if she would forgive him.

Nanrong Wanqing seemed to sense his worries and said, "I’ve explained it to Lin. It was just a misunderstanding; she probably won’t blame you."

"That’s good then." Ling Chen nodded but still felt somewhat unsure, since he had taken such a big advantage of someone. "Did she say anything?"

"Say anything about what?"

"About our relationship, didn’t she show any reaction at all?"

"Not for now. I’ll find an opportunity to have a good talk with her later. Oh, and one more thing," Nanrong Wanqing quickly changed the subject, reminding him, "You’re not allowed to mention our relationship to anyone else at the company."

"Relationship, Wanqing, what are you referring to?"

"Get lost." Nanrong Wanqing was so irritated that she uttered a curse, which was rare for her.

Ling Chen laughed heartily. He had wanted to spend more time with Nanrong Wanqing, but seeing that she was busy with a lot of work, he tactfully didn’t disturb her and went down to the security department alone.

Seeing him return, Zhong Wei, Wei Jun, and the others were naturally overjoyed.

"Ling, welcome back to the company. To celebrate your return, you’re treating us to a meal tonight," Wei Jun said with a laugh, patting his shoulder.

"I don’t mind a dinner, but not tonight. I’m busy; let’s do it another day."

Thinking of facing Su Lin later in the evening, he really wasn’t in the mood to go out and enjoy himself.

At six o’clock in the evening, Ling Chen sat in his Rolls-Royce, accompanying Nanrong Wanqing back to Wealthy Manor. When they reached the doorstep, and he saw the white Maserati parked outside, Ling Chen cleared his throat and glanced at Nanrong Wanqing beside him.

It seemed like she didn’t notice his gaze and said indifferently, "I’m going back to my room. You go find Lin."

Ling Chen touched his nose and shook his head, resigned. After Nanrong Wanqing returned to her room, he headed alone to Su Lin’s bedroom door. Peeking through the door gap, the light was on inside; Su Lin should be in there.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Getting her permission, Ling Chen grasped the doorknob, pushed the door, and walked in.

However, the moment he entered, his expression froze, and he stood there dumbfounded with his foot hovered midair, staring open-mouthed at Su Lin inside the room.

Apparently, the young lady had just finished showering, her body wrapped in a towel, exposing soft, fragrant shoulders. As he entered, Su Lin was about to remove her towel, holding a lace-trimmed sexy bra in her hand, and turned her head to ask, "Wanqing, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, seeing Ling Chen standing at the doorway with his mouth agape, Su Lin was momentarily stunned, her mind went blank, and it took her a long time to snap back to reality.