The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Since the data from various departments were gradually sent to the president's office, Xing Yanzhao has hardly left his office. Even though his assistant Xiao Chen and the secretariat leave work on time, it makes everyone with guilty consciences feel uneasy.

Lin Zhengyu appeared to be smiling as he went to and from get off work, but his eyes kept glancing towards the president's office. With the three-day deadline fast approaching, in order to stay with Xing's Group and hope for a turnaround, he once again set his sights on Xing's mother's funds.

"Mom, I'm sorry, the money you and Youyou invested has been lost, including the principal and interest."

"loss?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, just a few tens of millions. I thought it was something big." Xing's mother's voice was kind on the phone. She chuckled and said, "But I have something important to tell you. When are you free to come back? It's a gift for you, and I need you to sign it in person. I've been waiting for you for two or three days."

Lin Zhengyu's fingers tightened slightly as he held his phone. A fleeting moment of guilt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, swirling gaze. He said, "Mom, wait a few more days. There have been some big changes at the company lately, and I'm a bit busy."

He stood there for a long time after hanging up the phone.

He quickly used all the money to fill the gap, but could only fill half of it. He had his own way of dealing with the other half.

"I'm sorry, Liu Ying," the man murmured in the dark night.

early morning.

Liu Ying was fast asleep when her phone, which was charging on her bedside table, lit up briefly. It was a text message from the bank, but it was automatically deleted within two seconds.

She turned over, picked up her phone to check the time, put it down, and went back to sleep.

The next day, Liu Ying, who had tidied herself up and was heading to work, saw someone leaving the company wiping away tears, and it was only early in the morning.

People nearby were talking amongst themselves.

"I heard that the lights in the president's office didn't go out all night. President Xing stayed up all night. Before the start of the workday, the dismissal emails had already been sent to all the supervisors and managers."

"Mr. Xing is really ruthless. I haven't seen him leave work for three days."

"The higher-ups are about to make a major reshuffle."

"Do you think... Mr. Lin will be in trouble?"

Liu Ying looked over.

Everyone immediately fell silent and turned to the side. Only after Liu Ying swiped her card and went in did they resume their discussion.

"Hard to say."

"If something happens to President Lin, Sister Ying will probably be in trouble too."

However, a day passed, and apart from the few who were dismissed in the morning, there was no further news. Lin Zhengyu was fine, and Liu Ying was fine too.

Some people couldn't help but scoff at it in their hearts.

That's it?

The entire headquarters was on high alert for three days. Everyone thought General Manager Xing had come with something big, but instead, he made a huge mess.

Another day has passed, and things remain calm.

Luo Huai discovered that beneath this calm was an even more intense anxiety. Even the receptionist looked tense, rushing to greet her as soon as she arrived, and speaking with less ease than before.

The words "President's wife" were uttered with utmost solemnity.

Even though it was lunch break, everyone was rushing around, as if a thick dark cloud was covering the building.

Luo Huai smiled and nodded to them, then went upstairs familiarly. Because Xing Yanzhao was too busy this week, eating and sleeping at the company, she had come over quite often.

She fell asleep on the sofa the first time, but woke up in her bedroom the next day. After that, she stopped staying with people until late. She would come over for lunch and dinner and then leave without disturbing them.

Luo Huai walked into the office, and the person who had just been facing away from her turned around in his chair, stood up as he looked at her.

As I walked, I asked the person on the phone, "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed, boss. That money went through several transfers before finally ending up in that account."

"I see."

Xing Yanzhao hung up the phone, bent down and picked Luo Huai up, then sat down on the sofa, saying, "The food is still on its way. Your face is all red from the sun. Why didn't you take it with you?"

"I forgot." Luo Huai was used to him insisting on hugging her, and reached out to touch her face. "I put on sunscreen, it's fine."

"Hold me for a bit." Men are never stingy with expressing their love through hugs and kisses.

Like a clingy big dog.

"Did your stubble prick you? I didn't shave properly this morning."

Luo Huai turned her head and touched his chin. It was indeed a bit prickly, but it felt tingly and comfortable, so she couldn't help touching it for a while longer.

Xing Yanzhao, however, avoided it.

He took her hand, gazed deeply into her eyes, his gaze seeming to say, "If you don't stop now, you won't be able to stop."

The two hadn't been intimate for almost a week, and it was the middle of the day, so Luo Huai quickly withdrew her hand and gave him a light glare.

Xing Yanzhao's lips curled into a wide smile.

Lunchtime has arrived.

He patted Luo Huai's waist, and Luo Huai got up and went to the dining table. As Xing Yanzhao carried the food over, he said, "Can you do me a favor this afternoon?"

Luo Huai nodded and said okay.

Xing Yanzhao sat down opposite him. "Why did you agree to it without even asking what it was about? Aren't you afraid of being sold out?"

"Can you?" Luo Huai looked at him with her bright, watery eyes.

Xing Yanzhao said, "Of course not."

Luo Huai smiled with narrowed eyes. After the two finished lunch, she had to rush back to the company, otherwise she would be late for work in the afternoon.

She was holding a blank letter in her hand, and just as she was about to put it in her bag, she bumped into Liu Ying.

Liu Ying smiled: "Mrs. President."

Luo Huai also smiled and called out, "Sister Ying."

They then went their separate ways.

Liu Ying watched her put a letter into her bag, but didn't pay much attention and went upstairs with her coffee.

Soon after, someone came to say something.

"Sister Ying, President Xing wants you to go to the president's office."

Liu Ying's heart sank. After holding back for two days, President Xing had indeed started making moves again. She just didn't know what kind of crime he would pin on her.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice from inside was calm, and the gaze that looked up at her was also calm, without anger or reprimand.

Instead, he suddenly asked a question.

"Who knows about your private accounts?" Xing Yanzhao stopped what he was doing, looked up and asked her.

Liu Ying was taken aback by the question.

The words "private account" jolted her nerves, and the memory of Lin Zhengyu asking her for her private account that day flashed through her mind. However, a week had passed, and she still hadn't received the so-called bonus.

"I..." She paused for a moment, then asked, "Has something happened, Mr. Xing?"

The fax machine next to me was ringing.

Xing Yanzhao slightly raised his chin. "Go and get it."

Liu Ying walked over step by step, took the warm paper, and saw her name and account number on it, along with a string of zeros that she didn't have time to count.

"The 18.69 million yuan shortfall in the Y country project's accounts is exactly in your account, not a penny more or less. It was just transferred to your account last night at midnight."

Liu Ying's hand trembled, and her lips turned pale as she explained, "I don't know."

"So I'm asking you, who else knows about your private accounts?" Xing Yanzhao stared intently at her, already seeing her panicked expression. He was about to speak when he suddenly calmed down.

"Mr. Xing, I don't know." Liu Ying's eyes glistened with tears, but she kept her mouth tightly shut, choosing to keep it a secret.

Xing Yanzhao couldn't help but remind her, "Do you know how long a sentence would be for over 18 million? At least ten years."

"I..." Liu Ying closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and murmured, "I know."

"Willing to take the blame for him?" Xing Yanzhao's usually relaxed brows furrowed slowly at this moment.