The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Escorted by two white men and a group of men in black, Yan Zhixu and Wei Qing went up to the 15th floor of the Federal Reserve building.

But instead of meeting the person he was supposed to meet, he was led to a small room.

The door was open, and you could see inside from the outside: a table, a matching chair, and another chair a few steps away.

His eyes darkened slightly as he looked at Smith: "What does this mean?"

Smith gestured for him to continue: "I just want to ask Mr. Vito some questions."

Wei Qing said sternly, "This is maliciously restricting personal freedom, which is illegal! Aren't you afraid of being sued?"

Smith glanced at the men in black around him and said, "Mr. Vito, please cooperate. These are all... FBI agents."

Wei Qing opened his eyes wide, his face turning pale.

He looked at Yan Zhixu, but the latter still had a calm expression.

Yan Zhixu looked at Smith and said sarcastically, "I didn't know that the FBI also has an office at the Federal Reserve."

Smith was a little embarrassed. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "It's just a few questions. Mr. Vito, just answer them. Now, please hand over your cell phone and all your communication devices for safekeeping."

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "You are only asking questions, not convicting me. I am still a free man. If I give you the phone and important secrets inside are leaked, will you take responsibility?"

Smith's expression stiffened slightly.

Yan Zhixu: "My assistant is here. I'll give him my phone. He's right in front of you, so you can rest assured."

Smith hesitated slightly, then nodded in agreement.

Yan Zhixu handed over his phone and then let them search him. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he did not resist and went inside.

The door is closed.

He looked around, then looked up and saw a surveillance camera on the corner wall glowing red.

He looked away and sat down in the chair as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later, someone pushed the door open and came in: a slightly overweight white man and two men in black.

He stepped forward and shook hands with Yan Zhixu politely: "Mr. Vito, I am Franco from the FBI. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Yan Zhixu squeezed his hand briefly before withdrawing it: "If it weren't for this situation, I would be very happy too."

Franco shrugged and said, "If possible, I would also like to communicate with Mr. Vito outside, but now—there are some questions that I hope Mr. Vito can answer truthfully."

Yan Zhixu: "Please ask."

Franco sat down behind the table and asked seriously, "Mr. Vito, have you just returned from Panda Country?"

Yan Zhixu: "Yes."

Franco: "When did you go, and when did you come back?"

Yan Zhixu: "I went on October 15th and returned yesterday, a total of 31 days."

Franco: "What did you do while you were there?"

Yan Zhixu: "Work, family reunions, and gatherings with friends."

Franco: "What kind of job?"

Yan Zhixu: "Bosch is promoting a wine there, and I went to check on the progress."

Franco: "Inspecting the progress, will it take a month?"

Yan Zhixu: "It's been a long time since I've been there, so I took the opportunity to spend more time with my family."

Franco: "During this time, did you come into contact with any other projects there?"

Yan Zhixu: "For example?"

Franco's eyes gleamed: "For example, high-tech and sophisticated projects that are harmful to our national security."

Yan Zhixu chuckled softly: "Would my projects over there harm the national security of the United States?"

Franco: "Helping other countries develop is harmful to our country!"

Yan Zhixu said with a faint smile, "I'll send Mr. F two bottles of Bosch red wine another day. You can try them and see if they're harmful to national security."

Franco: "...I'm talking about high-tech, cutting-edge projects!"

Yan Zhixu: "The grapes used in Bosch wines are grown and processed in China, using high-tech and cutting-edge technology."

Franco was somewhat exasperated: "I'm talking about other high-tech and sophisticated fields, like chips!"

Yan Zhixu chuckled twice, then stopped: "No."

Franco: "But as far as we know, you've met with people from the AIIB and the Panda Domestic Trade and Economic Cooperation Association, and you've also contacted quite a few banks. What are you planning to do?"

Yan Zhixu responded calmly: "As a businessman, I instinctively conduct business research whenever I go to a new place to see if there are any new projects that I can come into contact with. If there are, I can invest. Investment requires funds, and the most convenient way is to take out a loan from a local bank. Mr. F, you don't think I would be stupid enough to invest the money here, do you? Making money out of thin air is the most profitable thing."

Franco choked, suddenly speechless, because he was right...

"The next question..."

~

After eating the fruit, Liang Liangwei went upstairs to Yan Zhixu's room.

This was the first time she had stayed in his room alone. She was all alone in the entire suite. She was quite excited when she first came in, but now that it was night and quiet, she felt a little... lonely.

This feeling is even stronger after you come out of the inner bath.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a bath towel, listlessly drying her hair.

I took out the hairdryer to dry my hair, then did some skincare, applied body lotion, climbed into bed, and snuggled under the covers.

The bedding had a cool, pine-like scent unique to men, crisp and pleasant, full of familiarity, making her feel very at ease.

It's just... one person is missing~

She leaned against the man's pillow, took out her phone, and opened WeChat.

The last time the two chatted on WeChat was two hours ago. She had just finished eating noodles and was sitting at the table enjoying fruit while watching a TV series and chatting with him.

He later said he had a meeting and then stopped contacting me.

Are you done with your work now? It should be almost lunchtime, right?

It's really interesting to date someone from across the ocean in a time difference.

She texted him to ask if he was busy.

After waiting a few minutes without a reply, assuming the other person was busy, I sent another message: "I was just asking, it's nothing serious. You don't need to reply if you're busy, I'm going to sleep."

I waited another 10 minutes, but still no reply.

Well, after all, he's been away for a month, and there must be a mountain of work waiting for him to handle, so she shouldn't bother him too much.

Then I browsed the online news for a while.

The story about the diamond necklace continues to circulate intermittently online.

The real estate developer who "gifted" Le Pei'er the necklace provided chat logs of their "relationship." Some people asked him why he would expose himself like this, while others speculated that it might be to show off his business and net worth, and also to increase his fame.

In this kind of situation, only the woman's reputation will be damaged. The man will at most be labeled as a womanizer. Besides, the man isn't married, so he's free to date.

Others mocked Rachel for being arrogant, aggressive towards her stylist, and using various offensive phrases in the video, such as—"What you say doesn't count for anything!"

Fans: [Didn't you guys notice the bullshit that Le Pei'er said? It's unbelievable that she would have such a catchphrase, that she actually farts like that~]

Fan: [The way she looks at her own people is terrifying, like she's about to eat them up (scared)~]

As Liang Liangwei read through the comments, she couldn't help but laugh and liked each one.