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The assistant reported cautiously:

"The first two calls were from an elder in the family, asking if the family banquet during the Lunar New Year would be arranged the same as last year, whether it would be held at the Meng family's old residence or at their own hotel, and hoping you could make a decision."

Meng Yan paused for a moment and said, "This year's Meng family banquet will be handled by Meng Tinghao. We need to get him to do something productive. Call me back later to convey my message."

"Yes."

The assistant continued, "The second call was from overseas. The person in charge of the overseas branch has some business to report to you and hopes you can spare some time."

Meng Yan pondered for a moment.

"Okay, I'll make time in the next couple of days."

Meng Yan rubbed his temples, looked up and asked, "Is there a third call?"

"Yes, the third call..."

The assistant paused for a moment, then said, "It sounds a bit like a spam call."

Meng Yan raised an eyebrow, seemingly already used to this kind of inexplicable harassment. He had received quite a few before and was somewhat annoyed by it.

"I'll pass on the harassing calls."

The first two calls were relatively serious, but the third call seemed like a waste of time.

He only had a few minutes' break between the two meetings and really wanted to take a rest.

The assistant, thinking himself clever, thought to himself: "Yes! There's absolutely no need to report the third phone call. What a strange woman!"

Meng Yan suddenly thought of Qin Feng and asked, "How is your manager Qin's illness?"

In the past few days, Qin Feng, who had just recovered from illness, suddenly developed a fever and took a considerable amount of leave.

Meng Yan has sent people to check on him several times, and the recovery is progressing relatively smoothly.

Ultimately, Meng Yan still cared about his subordinate, even though he was using the most convenient special assistant.

Unfortunately, since humans eat grains and other foods, how can they avoid getting sick?

The new assistant was quite dedicated, but he was still lacking something.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Meng. Manager Qin said he will recover soon."

Meng Yan: "Let him take good care of himself. Also..."

He paused, then said, "I'll have the finance department approve a bonus for him this month."

Meng Yan rubbed his temples, when suddenly something came to mind.

"I remember having Qin Feng handle a lot of harassing calls before; he even blocked them on my phone... Whose call is this today?"

Fortunately, he asked one more question out of curiosity.

Otherwise, Meng Yan would regret it for the rest of his life.

The new assistant thought he wouldn't need to answer the question again, but when the boss asked it again, he nervously flipped through the notebook in his hand.

He reported in a steady voice: "It was a woman who called. She said she was an acquaintance of yours, but her speech was very strange and incoherent."

"Is it."

Meng Yan said calmly, recalling the time when Lian Keyi had bombarded him with questions.

He initially thought it was just a harassing call, but the assistant unexpectedly uttered the name that had captured his heart the next second.

"She said her name was Gan Qi."

"Ok?"

Meng Yan: "Say it again?"

Meng Yan, who had been rubbing his temples, suddenly stopped. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a sword, and turned to look at his assistant.

In that instant, the assistant felt a chill run down her spine, and her voice dropped: "...She said her name is Gan Qi."

Meng Yan: "What did she say? Don't miss a single word."

The assistant was startled: "Nothing much, she just said she's an acquaintance of yours and has something urgent to discuss with you, but she was very assertive. She hopes you can call her back after your meeting or something..."

Meng Yan: "That's all?"

"Uh, and... it seems to be about some group chat. It doesn't sound like a serious matter, so I'll categorize it as a spam call for now."

Meng Yan's face was visibly tense, and he exuded a sense of pressure.

He paused for a few seconds, then said, "Group chat..."

The assistant, oblivious to the change in the boss's tone, continued to add to the conversation:

"Yes, I pressed her for details about the group chat, but she wouldn't say, only that you'd understand as soon as you heard it. Mr. Meng, I feel like this woman is keeping you in suspense. You, the president of the Meng Group, don't have the time..."

"Shut up."

Meng Yan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over him like a sharp sword.

The new assistant shivered, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat, and he fell silent instantly.

Meng Yan realized that his wife must be in trouble, otherwise she wouldn't be calling him at this time.

He held out his long, slender hand. "Give me your phone."

The assistant hesitantly returned the boss's phone.

Normally, the next meeting is about to begin, and under normal circumstances, President Meng would hand his phone directly to his assistant.

This time, it's clearly different from the past.

Meng Yan stood up, walked directly to the French windows, and dialed the number back to Gan Qi.

But the number rang for a long time without anyone answering.

He dialed a second number, but still no one answered.

Seeing this, the assistant couldn't help but be surprised: the boss actually really cares about this woman.

A dozen seconds later, seeing that the other party was not answering the phone.

Meng Yan casually picked up the suit jacket from the back of the chair, draped it over his shoulders, and strode out: "Prepare the car. The next meeting is postponed."

"What? Mr. Meng, the upcoming meeting is very important."

Before the assistant could finish speaking, Meng Yan turned around and gave him a cold glare, which startled the new assistant, causing him to shrink back.

Meng Yan was exhausted. If it were Qin Feng, he wouldn't have asked any more questions.

Unfortunately, the new assistant had no idea about the pros and cons; he just found it too bizarre.

President Meng actually postponed an important meeting because of a strange phone call.

This has never happened before.

The next meeting is about an important collaboration, and countless people are desperate to get a spot to participate, yet the boss is leaving all these people hanging for a single phone call.

However, the assistant wasn't stupid; he seemed to realize what was going on.

This woman named Gan Qi is clearly not an ordinary acquaintance.

"Mr. Meng, are we really going to postpone this? For how long? I need to report to the others."

"The specific time depends on the situation."

Meng Yan's tone was as cold as ice.

Ignoring his astonishment, he strode into the private elevator, followed closely by a group of bodyguards.

The elevator doors slowly closed, reflecting his handsome face, which was both tense and serious.

The new assistant was extremely nervous, watching helplessly as the boss left with his men.

Who exactly is that woman? How can she have so much power?

After the boss entered the elevator, he quickly pulled out his phone and, with trembling hands, called Qin Feng:

"Waaaaah, Master, I've gotten into trouble..."

……

Meng Yan rode the elevator down.

...Group chat?

He thought of the group his wife had mentioned to him on the bridge by the river at night.

Why would they call him over this? Something must have gone wrong in that group; something serious must have happened.

Where there are many women, there is bound to be trouble. It must be that the women in that group have gone too far.

The thought that his wife might be overwhelmed by malicious speculation right now, and even at risk of her identity being exposed and being attacked, made Meng Yan's heart clench.

Has Xiaoqi encountered danger?

I have to get there right away!

As he stepped out of the elevator, he anxiously dialed Gan Qi's number for the third time.

Fortunately, the phone was answered after ringing a few times.

There was a whooshing sound from over there; Gan Qi was clearly busy, even a little out of breath.

"Hey?"