The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

From the moment Su Xingya agreed to Gu Yunqian's return to the entertainment industry, her life seemed to be wound up by an invisible hand, with the second hand ticking and running at high speed without stopping.

In the conference room, the lights were cold and bright, like sharp swords, illuminating the oval conference table and clearly reflecting the different expressions on everyone's faces, as if a silent psychological game was quietly taking place.

Su Xingya was like a tireless spinning top. She met with Lao Mo and Mrs. Mo frequently, and held meetings one after another in a tight schedule. Her eyes were focused and persistent. She pondered over every detail over and over again, not allowing any mistakes, as if she was carefully carving a rare treasure.

You have to know that at the beginning, Gu Yunqian's side was in a slightly weaker position in this commercial undercurrent. Every time he spoke was like a small stone thrown into the lake. Although it could cause a few faint ripples, they were fleeting and soon covered up by the surging waves.

However, after experiencing a series of thrilling and ups and downs, the situation seemed to be quietly reversed by a pair of mysterious big hands.

Relying on his bold and resolute decisions and precise layout, Gu Yunqian gradually increased his voice at the negotiating table step by step, like a king who had been dormant for a long time and finally began to control this ever-changing situation.

At the conference table, the most striking contrast was between Su Xingya and Mrs. Mo.

In the past, Mrs. Mo dominated the business world with a strong and domineering attitude. Every step she took with her high heels seemed to be a declaration of sovereignty. Her every move showed her dominance, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if she could see through all conspiracies and tricks, and grasp her opponent's mind firmly, making others afraid.

But now, time seemed to have played a huge joke on them, and the two of them seemed to have exchanged scripts in an instant, with their roles switched.

Su Xingya was wearing a smart professional suit, the slim cut brought out her tall figure. Her long hair was neatly tied up, with a few strands of hair playfully hanging down by her ears, adding a bit of agility.

Her eyes were focused and determined, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, revealing her familiarity and confidence in the business, and her whole body exuded a radiance that could not be ignored.

She stood at one end of the conference table, facing the large screen. The light from the screen shone on her face, outlining a clear outline and making her look even more heroic.

She methodically elaborated on the architectural style of the carefully planned film and television city section, with a clear and powerful voice, like a silver bell ringing in every corner of the conference room: "The film and television city we envision will integrate multicultural elements to create shooting areas with different styles, from ancient palaces to future science fiction, to meet the filming needs of various dramas..."

As she spoke, she took light steps, picked up the marker on the table, turned to face the whiteboard behind her, and began to hand-draw the sketch in front of everyone.

The tip of the pen moved rapidly across the whiteboard, like a nimble dancer. The lines were smooth and precise, and the outlines of buildings of different styles appeared on the paper under her hand. The speed was astonishing, as if these buildings had already stood in her mind for many years and were now just moved to the whiteboard.

Mrs. Mo sat on the other side of the conference table, as if frozen in her seat, her expression extremely subtle.

Her hands were unconsciously clenched tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, like taut guitar strings that could break at any time.

She sat as stiffly as a sculpture, and only her slightly trembling shoulders revealed the turmoil in her heart.

Subconsciously, she raised her gaze upwards, assuming an attitude of looking up. There was reluctance in her eyes, as if she was deeply attached to and reluctant to the glorious days of the past, like a down-and-out nobleman who missed his former glory;

There was also a hint of panic, as if he was completely at a loss about what to do with the sudden change in the current situation, as if he was a lone boat lost in the vast ocean.

She, who was once full of confidence and high spirits and who could call the shots in the business world, now seemed to have been drained of her energy. Under the dazzling light of Su Xingya, she looked dull and lifeless, like a pearl covered in dust.

Gu Yunqian sat aside, like a leisurely bystander, but also like a confident controller.

He relaxed, leaning back slightly, with a faint smile on his face, like a spring breeze, gentle and comfortable. His eyes were full of satisfaction, as if he was watching the seedlings he had planted grow into towering trees.

He was not surprised at Su Xingya's ability, because he knew very well that her talent and potential were like a sword hidden in a sheath. Once it was unsheathed, it would shine brightly.

Seeing her shining on her own stage at this moment, he felt sincerely proud. It was a kind of appreciation and affirmation for his beloved.

Su Xingya's working style not only made Gu Yunqian full of admiration, but also quickly conquered Lao Mo like a whirlwind.

Lao Mo had been sitting upright, but at this moment he seemed to be attracted by an invisible force. He leaned forward slightly, with his hands folded under his chin, as if he was devoutly listening to a sacred sermon.

His eyes were so focused as if Su Xingya was the only one in the world, and the recognition in his eyes was like a burning flame, burning brighter and brighter. That look was not only an appreciation for his partner, but also revealed a different kind of emotion.

As Su Xingya's explanation became more in-depth, the communication between the people seemed to be injected with lubricant, becoming smoother and more unobstructed.

Soon, everyone reached a consensus: to immediately produce drawings, plans, and budgets, and to push the project forward in full swing. Everyone's face was filled with anticipation and enthusiasm for the future.

After the entire meeting, Mrs. Mo became a marginalized figure.

Once upon a time, she was the focus of everyone's attention. Her presence was indispensable at every decision-making scene. Her every word was like an imperial edict, which attracted everyone's high attention and won everyone's response.

But now, her speech seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and was ruthlessly interrupted again and again. The suggestions she put forward were like stones thrown into the bottomless abyss, sinking into the sea, with no one responding, and no one even caring.

The gap was so huge that it was like falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley in an instant, leaving her with a thorn in her throat, but she was helpless.

Mrs. Mo's anger was like a raging fire that almost swallowed her. She clearly caught Gu Yunqian's eyes full of love and trust when he looked at Su Xingya. That look was like a dazzling light that hurt her eyes.

And when she looked at Lao Mo, her heart seemed to be grabbed by a cold hand, because she was completely sure from Lao Mo's eyes that it was not just admiration, but a man's liking for a woman.

This time it’s all suspicion and confirmation!

So Lao Mo, who could have easily made a small difference, suddenly chose to be ruthless to himself. So is everything that is happening now the result of these two men's joint manipulation?

Her breathing became visibly heavier, and her chest rose and fell violently, like a beast that was injured and extremely angry. However, she could only suppress her anger, her teeth chattering as she licked her wounds alone in a corner, her eyes full of reluctance and despair, like an orphan abandoned by the world...