After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

Shen Yao frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the elevator.

Chu Yao was very tall. When Shen Yao bent down and lifted his shirt, Chu Yao could see that she had pinned her hair up with a vintage hairpin.

"Your wound has already started to scab over, there's nothing to worry about. Don't do any strenuous exercise for the next month..."

The words were stuck in his throat, but were abruptly choked back.

A warm sensation came from my forehead.

Shen Yao looked up, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Chu Yao pouted and moved away, his face showing the shyness and pride of a young man who had stolen a kiss from his sweetheart.

Shen Yao's face was almost frozen solid. She raised her hand and slapped the handsome face in front of her hard.

A burning sensation ran down Chu Yao's face as he covered it, his eyes wide with astonishment.

This woman, who looks delicate and aloof, has an unexpectedly strong temper and great strength.

"I just suddenly wanted to kiss your forehead..."

"Get out, I don't want to see you again." Shen Yao stepped out of the elevator, pressed the close button from the outside, and turned to leave.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Chu Yao watched as Shen Yao's figure was gradually blocked by the elevator doors.

"Sister, are you angry?"

Sitting in the extended luxury car, Chu Yao sent Shen Yao a WeChat message.

Shen Yao glanced at her phone, didn't reply, put the phone in her handbag, and stepped into the magnificent building in front of her.

Chen Jie was already waiting downstairs. As soon as he saw her coming, he greeted her warmly, "Young... Miss Shen, please come this way."

Chen Jie, who almost made a slip of the tongue, shrank back and led Shen Yao into the elevator used by senior executives.

"Which floor?" Shen Yao asked Chen Jie, who was sitting next to her, looking at the constantly changing numbers in the elevator.

Chen Jie flashed a business smile that revealed eight teeth. "Hello, Ms. Shen, Mr. Gu is waiting for you in his office on the 99th floor."

“99..…” Shen Yao looked up at the number 22 on the elevator, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart.

After a long wait, we finally arrived at the 99th floor.

Shen Yao followed Chen Jie through a bright and clean office and finally arrived at the door with the words "President's Office" written on it.

Chen Jie knocked on the door three times and heard a "Come in" voice before he pushed the door open and went inside.

"Mr. Gu, Miss Shen has arrived."

"Let her in."

"Yes." Chen Jie turned his head and said with a smile, "Miss Shen, Mr. Gu invites you in."

Shen Yao nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and walked into the office.

I heard the sound of the door closing quietly behind me.

The man before me was wearing a neatly pressed black suit, his hands with distinct knuckles, and he was holding a pen, head down, signing a document.

Shen Yao stood awkwardly in front of the man. Seeing that he was busy with his own things, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Gu, I'm here."

The man seemed to only then realize the woman's presence. He put down his pen, slowly raised his head, and looked at Shen Yao with deep, dark eyes.

"How many followers did you gain during yesterday's live stream?" The man leaned back in his leather chair, his hands crossed over his neatly pressed suit jacket.

Shen Yao took out her phone and opened her live streaming account. "15 followers."

"15?" The man raised an eyebrow. "That seems a bit far from the 10 followers I'm looking for."

Shen Yao gave a faint "Mmm," and said, "My first time live streaming..."

The man waved his hand, interrupting her, "I don't want to hear your explanation. I want to see the final result. As for the process, I don't care."

Shen Yao, who had been hanging her head, slowly raised it. "Mr. Gu, you're right. The process isn't important; the result is. I will definitely complete your requirements within the stipulated time."