Not only do the employees feel that the company’s appointments are like a joke, even Sang Yu thinks President Huang might be kidding.

He’s just a freelance photographer, has been with the company for a few days, and now he’s supposed to take over as director?

Sang Yu asked someone why Mi Yan was fired and finally learned what happened.

Mi Yan admitted?

Sang Yu feels that recent events seem fantastical, like the god of luck suddenly descended upon him?

Of course, Sang Yu knows that this kind of thing couldn’t happen to him.

What did Mi Yan mean by what he said?

Who is supporting him?

Sang Yu couldn’t figure it out until one day he saw Chuzheng appear at the company, with President Huang fawning all over her.

Sang Yu: "..."

Chuzheng didn’t intend for Sang Yu to see her; it was President Huang talking nonsense that delayed them and ended up caught by Sang Yu.

Chuzheng glared at President Huang.

President Huang: "..." What did I do?

Sang Yu, feeling conflicted, followed Chuzheng downstairs, got in the car, and once the door closed, the whole space quieted down.

"If you have questions, just ask."

"Did you fire Mi Yan?"

"Mm."

"..." So she’s the one Mi Yan was talking about?

He had guessed for days, and in the end, it was her... not really surprising.

"I was invited to this company because of you..." He knew it; why else would the company inexplicably send him an invitation?

If it weren’t for Mi Yan being here, he wouldn’t have agreed to join back then.

Chuzheng kept nodding: "Am I treating you well?"

Sang Yu’s lips parted slightly, unable to speak for a long while.

"You don’t need to do this for me." Sang Yu lowered his head. "It’s not worth it."

"What do you think is worth it?"

"..."

What is worth it... Sang Yu couldn’t articulate what is worth it, but he felt Chuzheng was giving too much for him, and he couldn’t reciprocate anything.

Chuzheng gripped Sang Yu’s wrist, her fingers slowly grazing his palm, slipping through his fingers, tightly clasping.

"Sang Yu, with you by my side, everything is worthwhile."

She doesn’t need anything, just wants this person.

Sang Yu’s fingers slowly tightened, and after a while, he spoke: "I don’t know why, but being with you always makes time feel slower and gives me peace."

Sang Yu pulled Chuzheng into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Xiao Chu, I really like you."

Chuzheng patted his back: "Then keep on liking."

Images unfamiliar and blurry flashed through Sang Yu’s mind, as if they had such a conversation a long time ago.

Those images flashed by quickly, not lingering too long.

What were those?

Sang Yu wanted to recall them, but the images flashed too quickly, and he couldn’t remember the details.

-

Mi Yan had been with the company for many years, leaving behind several trusted aides.

After he left, he immediately contacted these people, wanting them to leave with him.

But Mi Yan didn’t expect that none of them agreed.

Chuzheng had long offered them better prices, nothing Mi Yan could compare with. Why would they choose Mi Yan over him?

Everyone has a family to support. Leaving with Mi Yan means no guarantees, while staying with the company ensures money and job security. What’s not to like?

Mi Yan faced rejection repeatedly, almost getting so angry he had a heart attack.

Others aside, those he personally promoted were now turning against him...

"Just finding a woman, relying on a woman, what’s the skill in that..."

Mi Yan refused to admit defeat and used his savings from those years to open a studio.

Mi Yan managed to gain some fame, plus with connections from the master, the studio launched smoothly, quickly getting on track.

Mi Yan didn’t stop attacking Sang Yu, though.

During several of Sang Yu’s jobs, people deliberately came to discuss, and it was overheard by clients.

Male clients were fine, but female clients’ eyes became strange suddenly.

But this situation didn’t last long and soon disappeared.

Mi Yan wanted to continue, but unfortunately, his own studio faced problems, leaving him no time to trouble Sang Yu further.

The studio faced frequent issues over time.

Initially, they could say it’s inevitable for a startup, but gradually Mi Yan felt something was wrong.

He’s definitely being targeted!

The studio’s projects were constantly being snatched, some already agreed upon were even canceled midway.

Aside from initial success, now almost half a month without work.

Having the ability and being opposed, Mi Yan could guess with his toes who was behind it.

Mi Yan went directly to find Sang Yu.

"Senior."

Sang Yu’s hand paused on the car door.

Initially knowing it might have been Mi Yan framing him, pushing him to that situation, Sang Yu couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger and resentment.

He’s no saint, being framed like that, yet forgiving the other party openly.

Those emotions surged fiercely, threatening to take over his body and drive him to act.

But even those emotions vanished when he saw Chuzheng.

He’s afraid one day he’ll be dominated by those emotions.

Sang Yu doesn’t like that feeling.

He now just wants to quietly carry on a relationship with Chuzheng, as long as Mi Yan stays away from him, he doesn’t intend to delve into past events.

Mi Yan’s face revealed no emotion: "Senior, do you have time to chat?"

Sang Yu remained silent for a few seconds, signaled Mi Yan to get in the car.

Conveniently, he had questions to ask.

-

After getting in the car, Mi Yan got straight to the point: "Senior, seems like you mean a lot to that woman. I’ve already left, but she still won’t let me go."

Sang Yu frowned.

What else did Chuzheng do?

"That expression, you don’t know?" Mi Yan snickered coldly. "I’m very curious, how did you coax that woman into doing so much for you?"

Sang Yu ignored Mi Yan’s mocking tone. "Mi Yan, I treated you well before, didn’t I?"

Mi Yan’s expression stiffened. "What’s senior trying to say?"

"Why did you frame me?" Sang Yu considered himself never to have wronged Mi Yan, yet why did he do that, it’s something he’s always wanted to know.

Emotions swirled in Mi Yan’s eyes, probably intending to deny.

But facing Sang Yu’s gaze, Mi Yan’s heart sank slightly.

He probably knows everything already, denying it now makes no sense.

"In school, senior was always everyone’s role model, no matter what was said or done, the benchmark was always senior, provoking so much envy."

When Mi Yan first entered school, he already heard of Sang Yu’s reputation.

Later knowing Mina and Sang Yu were classmates, he used Mina’s connection to see how this legendary figure was so remarkable.