Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

The sparrow spirit agreed very well.

But it took three days to get the results.

When Song Yuesheng received the news, he was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window reviewing the new script that Sister Lan had selected for Su Yunwei.

The host, Lin Jing, came to this world six years ago.

The original owner was eighteen years old when he was taken back to the Lin family and was involved in a car accident and died on the spot.

The tasker resurrects from the dead body and carries out the "Chasing Wife to the Crematorium" script.

And that day was the day when she and Lu Xingyi first met in the Yuncheng Club.

Song Yuesheng rubbed his eyebrows and pressed his aching temples with his fingertips.

Perhaps it was her recent emphasis on her "childhood friendship" with Lin Jing that led to the world line being revised back.

So Lu Xingyi, who was supposed to be in City A six years ago, crossed the boundary of the story by accident and appeared in the club in Yuncheng.

Because of her intervention, the tasker Lin Jing wasted six years and failed to complete the task.

The instigator of all this was the defector 7342 who stole the [Life and Death Order].

Song Yuesheng suddenly cut off his thoughts.

She slowly exhaled and sent the marked script to Sister Lan. The light from the screen reflected her cold white fingertips, which hovered on the send button for a moment before finally dialing Lin Jing's number.

Lin Jing seemed very busy and just told her to go to the company later and then hung up.

"Shengsheng, where are you going?"

A deep voice came from behind, startling Song Yuesheng so much that his hands trembled.

She slapped her forehead helplessly.

I almost forgot about this big Buddha.

He refused to live in the mansion and insisted on squeezing into the hotel suite with her.

Song Yuesheng turned around and saw Lu Xingyi's slightly furrowed brows as he put down his computer.

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting tiny shadows on his chiseled profile, but it could not conceal the darkness surging in his eyes.

"I'm going to go find Lin Jing." She picked up her coat. "You don't have to wait for me tonight."

Lu Xingyi tapped his knuckles on the keyboard: "Is there anything she can help with that I can't?"

"Only she can help with this matter." Song Yuesheng walked up to him and gently stroked his tense jawline with her fingertips. "But Song Yue's whereabouts still depend on President Lu."

Her thumb lingered on his lips, soothing him, "No news from Si Shu yet."

This is unusual.

Lu Xingyi grabbed her wrist, the burning heat from his palm coming through her skin: "Still can't tell me the reason?"

"No."

"They don't know either?" he demanded, rubbing his fingertips over her pulse.

"Yeah." Song Yuesheng leaned over, breathing across his ear, "But after it's resolved... I'll be the first to tell you."

Lu Xingyi's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck: "Only tell me."

Song Yuesheng chuckled and did not respond directly: "As long as you don't broadcast it in the small group."

"Why are you bringing this up again!" He suddenly let go of her hand, his Adam's apple rolling, "I told you there's no Xiao Qun."

"Okay, no." Song Yuesheng stood up, picked up the bag and walked to the door, "Let's go."

The moment the door closed, Lu Xingyi grabbed the glass on the coffee table and took a big gulp of water.

The hacker who could never be found must be someone she knew.

...Lin Jing?

He ripped open his collar irritably and dug his knuckles into his hair.

The existence of that woman is like a thorn, but Shengsheng treats her differently.

Damn.

Lu Xingyi suddenly smashed the cup against the wall, and the broken glass reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

How could there be such a person?

Being close is wrong, and being distant is also wrong.

Why are Shengsheng and her friends?

**

When Song Yuesheng stepped into the Lin Group Building, Lin Jing's secretary was already waiting in the lobby on the first floor. When she saw her, she quickly came over and said, "Ms. Song, Mr. Lin has asked me to take you upstairs directly."

The elevator goes directly to the top floor, where the glass curtain wall of the executive president's office frames the entire city's skyline into a huge picture.

Song Yuesheng tapped the leather armrest with his fingertips.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the office door was pushed open.

Lin Jing walked in quickly on high heels, her suit jacket casually draped over her arm, her eyes slightly dark.

She locked the door with her backhand, her voice hoarse with fatigue: "Sorry, sir, the recent preparations for the 1024 summit..."

She poured herself a glass of water and drank it all.

"The Lin family is the main organizer."

The warm water condensed into mist on the wall of the glass. Song Yuesheng watched her operate the coffee machine skillfully: "You have adapted well to this identity."

"It's been six years. It would be strange if we weren't familiar with each other."

Lin Jing smiled bitterly, pressing her knuckles on her temples, "The original owner was a invisible person in the Lin family. It's been eighteen years before we thought of bringing her back from Hong Kong City."

She suddenly loosened her tie, revealing a faint scar on her collarbone. "This is from when the second young master of the Lin family pushed me down the stairs. It's not easy to get to where I am today."

She was talking about the second son of Uncle Lin.

The coffee machine made a soft dripping sound.

When she turned around, she had already put on a bright smile: "Boss, did you come here specially to ask about the results of your consideration?"

"Ah."

"I've asked 2233 to submit a request for a change of assignment." Lin Jing handed over the coffee, with a crooked cat pattern on the foam. "But 2233 said that the headquarters is trying to catch defectors recently, so the response will be delayed."

She blinked, "I'll let you know as soon as I have any news?"

Song Yuesheng took the coffee, the steam blurred her expression: "No rush. During this time... you can go to Yuncheng to see the ancient alleys, or the beach in Haiyuan City." Her fingertips stroked the rim of the cup, "The sunset at the S City Film and Television Base... is worth it."

Lin Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pointed out the window: "Compared to those..."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge poster for the 1024 Summit is being installed.

"I want to make this summit a success." Her eyes lit up surprisingly. "It's... a souvenir for the original owner and myself."

"Okay." Song Yuesheng tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingertips. "If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me. If I can't solve it——"

The corners of her lips slightly raised, "And Lu Xingyi. We have to give the Lu family some face."

Lin Jing's hands, which were sorting out documents, suddenly paused and she looked up in surprise: "So the big boss also needs to borrow the male lead's influence?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled and picked up the coffee cup.

The hot steam from the cup blurred the look in her eyes: "A truly strong person doesn't pretend to be alone."

She took a sip of coffee. "It's about being able to use all resources for your own benefit—including the male lead."

She put down the cup, and the porcelain touched the glass coffee table: "When you go out, rely on friends. You've always heard this, right?"

Lin Jing nodded thoughtfully and was about to speak, "Ding-ling-ling——"

The intercom phone suddenly rang.

Lin Jing gestured apologetically, walked quickly to the desk and pressed the answer button.

"...Tell them to go to conference room number three and wait." She hung up the phone and shrugged helplessly. "Speak of the devil. Someone from the Jiang family is here and wants a spot at the center of the product display at the summit."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow: "Hasn't the list been decided long ago? Is the Jiang family... a last-minute addition?"

"That's right." Lin Jing loosened his tie irritably. "But they are relatives. I can't just reject them like I would other companies."

Song Yuesheng suddenly stood up and asked, "Do you need me to play the villain?"

There was a sly flash in her eyes, "You can fire me on the spot and give them enough face."

Lin Jing's eyes lit up: "Great! I'm just in need of someone to discuss things with."

She walked quickly to Song Yuesheng and suddenly frowned: "But boss, you have to change into a suit like an assistant." She pointed at her suit jacket worth six figures.

She pressed the intercom button: "Logistics Department? Send a size M women's business suit to the president's office. I want it to be brand new."

Fifteen minutes later.

Song Yuesheng stood in front of the elevator mirror and put the finishing touches on her outfit - the navy blue suit provided by the logistics department was a bit loose, so she tied her long hair neatly up and wore a pair of plain glasses on her nose.

In the folder in his hand was a carefully adjusted layout of the summit.

"Remember," Lin Jing lowered her voice, "Jiang Linyuan is best at finding fault with others. Don't give him the chance."

The elevator door slid open silently.

Two blurry figures appeared through the frosted glass door of Conference Room No. 3.

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath and pushed the door open first.

The cold air hit me in the face.

Jiang Linyuan sat at the head of the conference table, his dark grey three-piece suit outlining his lean figure, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses as sharp as an eagle. And beside him...

Jiang Xu?

The boy was twirling a pen absentmindedly, his sweatshirt and jeans standing out from the crowd of business-style attire in the room.

Seeing her come in, he raised an eyebrow.

Song Yuesheng gave him a look, which made him behave himself.

However, the heir of the Jiang family is now involved in the core business?

Unless... Mr. Jiang can't wait any longer.

He didn't want Jiang Linyuan, who was not related to him by blood, to take over the Jiang family's company.

The sound of Lin Jing's high heels hitting the ground broke the stagnant air, and she slammed the folder heavily on the table.

"Mr. Jiang, the email clearly states that all booths will be arranged by the Chamber of Commerce."

Jiang Linyuan took off his glasses slowly and said, "The center position is not the Lu family..." The lens flashed coldly, "What can't be moved?"

Song Yuesheng stepped forward at the right time and opened the layout map.

"Boss Jiang," she pointed at the Zhou family's logo, "If we make an exception for the Jiang family, will the Zhou family let it go?" The papers rustled, "When the Chamber of Commerce holds the Lin family accountable, what will the Lin family do..."

She suddenly closed the file and looked directly at Jiang Linyuan: "Doing business requires a steady stream of progress. You are blocking the Lin family's path today." The corners of her mouth raised just the right arc, "In the future...how will the Jiang family cope with it?"

The conference room fell into a brief silence, and the air outlet of the central air conditioner made a slight hum.

Jiang Linyuan suddenly chuckled, and tapped the table with his bony fingers: "Boss Lin's new assistant... is quite sharp-tongued."

His eyes swept across Song Yuesheng's ID card like a knife, "Secretary Song?"

Lin Jing slammed the table and stood up. "If you are dissatisfied with the arrangement, you can go to the Chamber of Commerce to argue. What's the point of making things difficult for my employees?"

Jiang Xu suddenly slammed the pen cap shut.

"Uncle," the young man propped up his chin lazily, "They have already moved the Chamber of Commerce out, if you continue to force them..."

He glanced meaningfully at the surveillance camera in the corner.

"Grandpa should have received the video of the meeting."

Jiang Linyuan's eyes behind the lenses suddenly turned cold.

Song Yuesheng noticed keenly that when Jiang Xu mentioned "Grandpa", the ring finger of the Jiang family's leader twitched slightly.

"What benefits did the Zhou family give you?" Jiang Linyuan suddenly attacked, grabbing the layout map, "Can it make you ignore your blood relationship?"

"Mr. Jiang," Song Yuesheng suddenly interrupted and pulled out a gold-stamped invitation from his briefcase, "This is the VIP seat for the Day After Tomorrow Technology Forum."

She pushed the invitation in front of Jiang Linyuan.

“Although the location of the summit cannot be changed, the product display session after the opening speech of the forum…”

She paused deliberately, "Lin's can arrange for the Jiang family to be the first to appear."

Jiang Xu suddenly whistled: "Wow, a slap in the face and a sweet date?" He tilted his head and looked at Song Yuesheng, "Sister, who did you learn this trick from?"

Lin Jing took the opportunity to put pressure on him: "Uncle, this is the biggest concession I can make."

She motioned for Song Yuesheng to put away the documents, "Otherwise..."

"Otherwise I'll tell Grandpa," Jiang Xu continued with a smile, "You're using family connections to pressure me again."

Jiang Linyuan's face was uncertain, and he finally stood up slowly: "I want to see the forum process confirmation letter tomorrow."

He glanced at Song Yuesheng before turning around, "Secretary Song... is very interesting."

With a "click", the pen was broken.

Jiang Xu's face suddenly became so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.

He stood up suddenly, rushed to Song Yuesheng in two steps, and stretched out his hand to hold her waist——

Song Yuesheng turned sideways, and the folder popped between the two of them.

"Sister..." Jiang Xu's voice trembled with grievance, "You can't do this to me."

Jiang Linyuan, who was about to unlock the door and leave, slipped and the coffee cup in Lin Jing's hand almost fell out of her hand.

Song Yuesheng sorted the documents without changing his expression: "You got the wrong person, Master Jiang."

She bowed slightly to Lin Jing, "Boss Lin, I'll go take care of the forum process first."

We need to quickly inform Lu Xingyi that the product display location has been changed.

Lin Jing nodded mechanically: "Oh... OK."

She watched Jiang Xu chasing Song Yuesheng closely. The tips of the boy's ears were red as blood under the hood of his sweatshirt, but he stubbornly held on to Song Yuesheng's sleeves.

There is definitely something wrong with these two!

"Jiang Xu is in love?" Lin Jing blurted out.

Jiang Linyuan adjusted his tie slowly: "As far as I know, no."

He glanced meaningfully in the direction of the corridor, "But it's normal for a boy of this age to have a hidden lover."

"...Okay." Lin Jing laughed dryly twice, already thinking things over.

Jiang Xu was quite caring towards the original owner's cousin. After the summit was over, she would go and have a good talk with his parents - she had to make that boy give up on this idea as soon as possible.

The boss’s man is the male protagonist!

No matter how prominent the Jiang family is, can they compare with the cheating Lu Xingyi?

She rubbed her temples and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Just think of it as one last good deed you can do for this cousin before leaving.

Here.

Song Yuesheng put the documents back into Lin Jing's office, picked up the paper bag containing his private clothes, and hurriedly left the Lin Building.

The glass revolving door reflected the figure that followed her stubbornly.

Jiang Xu put his hands in his pockets and covered his head with the hood of his sweatshirt, but it couldn't hide his burning gaze.

She walked to the bus stop opposite and sat on a bench. The cold light from the bus stop advertisement light box shone on her profile, outlining a clear outline.

"How long are you going to follow me?" She didn't even raise her head. "You don't have class today?"

Jiang Xu pulled off his hood, and a few hairs stuck up. He squatted down and looked at her at eye level: "Now you don't pretend you don't know me?"

Song Yuesheng glanced at him and said deliberately: "Okay, I don't know you."

"Hmph!" Jiang Xu sat down next to her, with his long legs curled up in grievance.

He grabbed her hand without saying anything, his palm burning hot: "You are so mean..." The boy's voice was muffled, "You didn't even look for me when you came to City A. If I hadn't seen my cousin's circle of friends, I wouldn't have known about it."

He stroked the fine calluses on the inside of her wrist with his fingertips and suddenly leaned closer: "But why did you become her secretary?"

Warm breath fanned against her ear, carrying the fresh scent of citrus.

"Want to know about me from her... or Lu Xingyi?"