Mad Dog CEO and his beautiful assistant

Cang Yan pushed the door open like a gust of wind without even looking at Shen Qin.

Shen Qin raised a sneer at the corner of his lips. What are you still fantasizing about? Are you still not awake? He already has a fiancée. How shameless!

An Yanchen ended his call with Tao Wan, feeling elated. Today's crisis should be over. He strode with his head held high, his demeanor elegant. Gentleman is usually most people's first impression of him, but to survive in the business world, how could he not have a bit of a shady side?

Shen Qin returned to his rented apartment, exhausted. He forced himself to shower and collapsed onto the bed, feeling drained yet unable to sleep. His phone rang, relentlessly. The caller: An Yanchen.

Shen Qin felt annoyed from the bottom of his heart. Could he be left alone for a while? No one should bother him!

The ringing stopped and soon a message sounded.

Shen Qin stared at the ceiling in a daze, and it took a while before he picked up his phone.

'Are you asleep? I want to chat with you for a while, is that okay?'

Perhaps out of a bit of anger, or perhaps because it was late at night and everyone was at their most vulnerable, he replied: "Not asleep."

The phone rang soon, as if the person had been holding the phone and waiting.

"Not asleep yet?"

"What you're talking about is nonsense!" Shen Qin's voice was lazy, not intending to offend anyone. He leaned against the head of the bed, looking lazy, tired, fragile, and relaxed. The unfamiliar mask he usually wore was easily removed.

A deep laugh came from the other end of the phone, making Shen Qin's ears itch. An Yanchen had a very high emotional intelligence. He knew very well that night was when people were most vulnerable, especially in their own homes and their own space.

He did not talk about any high-sounding topics, nor would he act rashly without preparation. He started with the topic of working and talked about his work experience while studying abroad.

"Does the boss also need to work?"

"Before becoming a boss, I was just a student. On the one hand, it feels good to earn my own money, and on the other hand, it allows me to quickly improve my language skills and gain some interesting experiences.

Before taking over the family business, I hope to become a qualified worker, even if it's just odd jobs. "Dandy" doesn't mean a rich kid, at least not for me."

To be honest, it is hard not to be impressed by An Yanchen's conversation. He is elegant, gentle, mature and down-to-earth, like a trickle of water that nourishes the heart.

Shen Qin began to understand Tao Wan's concerns. With An Yanchen's height, good looks, and family background, almost no one could refuse him. Even if they were just friends, such a friend was a delight.

"Which country did you study in?" Shen Qin was interested.

"Country E."

"Does it always rain there?"

"Not really." An Yanchen's voice was tinged with a smile. "I'm in the suburbs of Fog City. Fog City is indeed cloudy and rainy all year round, but where I am, the sun is shining brightly, the clouds are very low, so large that you can touch them. There are very few people, and the paths are winding and up and down. Especially after the rain, it's refreshing, and just taking a walk is refreshing."

"That's great." Shen Qin sighed. That was the road he almost took before. "I wanted to go there too."

"Oh? Then why not?"

Shen Qin clutched her phone tightly, "Because my family is bankrupt."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. Shen Qin was about to find a reason to hang up when the other end spoke again: "Let me tell you a story."

Shen Qin thought the other party was going to give him some inspirational chicken soup for the soul and was about to refuse, but An Yanchen said, "This story once gave me a chill, because the end of the story is just the beginning of the horror."

What? An Yanchen wanted to tell him a horror story? This was unconventional! Shen Qin's interest was piqued. He was curious about what kind of story this was.

"The protagonist begins by investigating a series of strange events..."

An Yanchen is very suitable for telling late-night stories. He tells the stories in a deep voice, clearly and logically, yet grasps the essence of the story, and uses the simplest expression to outline a strange world.

“The protagonist warned himself countless times not to make that wrong choice, but in his dreams, he couldn’t help himself. Even though he knew he couldn’t, he still made the wrong choice.

There are evil spirits hiding behind the door. They can come out from any door in your house, so make sure to lock the door." Shen Qin was fascinated by what she heard and couldn't help but glance at the door.

"You know what's the scariest thing?"

"What?" Shen Qin was a little nervous.

"Have you ever seen an old zombie movie? The Taoist priest's appearance gives you a sense of security. While these movies are thrilling and tense, the audience knows that the zombies will be eliminated, and the final outcome will definitely resolve the crisis perfectly.

But the ending of this story is different. The crisis is not truly resolved. The protagonist is still trapped in the situation. There is no solution. You know? The most terrifying thing is that there is no solution.

We can only guard the door and try to lock it tightly, because what's behind the door could come at any time. Isn't it terrifying and chilling to think about it? "

Shen Qin nodded, then remembered that the other party couldn't see, and quickly said yes, then stared at the door nervously. Don't say it, this story is really getting more and more scary the more you think about it. Who doesn't have a door? There is no door anywhere. The key is that there is no solution. It's so scary!

"If you're scared, don't hang up your phone. I'll be with you."

Shen Qin touched the chill on the back of her neck and decided to sleep with the light on tonight. An Yanchen's story had a good effect, instantly diluting her irritating feelings of sadness and melancholy.

"Shen Qin, shall we go hiking? Going out for a walk will make you feel really good." Finally, An Yanchen made the invitation, which was timely but not abrupt.

"I'll think about it." Shen Qin didn't refuse outright. Would climbing a mountain really make you feel better?

When Shen Qin returned to his parents' home, a luxury car was blocking the road at the gate. His heart sank, and he hurried inside. Cang Yan was chatting with Shen's mother while she picked vegetables.

"Son, you're back!"

Shen Qin didn't respond to her mother's enthusiasm, but just stared at Cang Yan, "What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Cang, come for dinner!" Shen's mother seemed to take it for granted.

"You come out."

Shen Qin turned around and walked out, Cang Yan wiped his hands and quickly followed.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Qin looked alert.

"Come and have dinner." Cang Yan looked innocent.

"Do you think it fits?"

"What's inappropriate? Didn't you come here before?"

“You also said that was before.”

Cang Yan's eyes darkened, "So, what has changed now?"

Shen Qin was speechless. He turned his head away and said, "Don't come over. We are not that familiar with each other."

"Really? We ate together, lived together, and almost slept together. I just realized we weren't that familiar with each other!"

"Right. Precisely because we weren't that familiar with each other, I realized we shouldn't eat and live together, so I corrected the mistake in time."

"It's a mistake for us to be together?" Cang Yan's eyes were red.

"Son, it's time to eat!"

Cang Yan rubbed his eyes and said, "Even if you're not familiar with the meal, you're here. Let me finish this meal."

During the meal, Cang Yan continued to joke around with Shen's mother as usual, perhaps showing off his endearing side to her. Shen Qin had no appetite for her food, but Shen's mother kept serving Cang Yan food and enthusiastically invited him to come next week.

"Mom, I'm a big boss, what delicacies can't I eat?"

Mother Shen asked awkwardly, "Didn't Mr. Cang say he liked home-cooked meals?"

"You believe what others say? No matter how good your cooking is, people still need this."

"Qinqin, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

"Why should I be in a bad mood? I'm fine! It's really hard for Mr. Cang to condescend to sit here."

There was deathly silence at the dinner table.

Cang Yan's phone rang. He grabbed it and pressed the answer key. "Tao Wan, can you please stop calling me all the time? Are you annoying?"