Super Rich: The sister of a superstar is the richest man in the world.

Looking at the sales figures of Glory Auto and Luo Caiwei, who looked several years younger, Cen Yu'an finally felt relieved of some of her worries.

She just happened to finish her first year of graduate studies in the height of summer, and she was going to Switzerland for an exchange program in her second year.

Therefore, Cen Yu'an seized the opportunity to work day and night with Li Chensu and Tao Li for a whole week, refining Huashu Group's plans for the next two years.

"Old Cen, at most two years, we'll ring the bell together!"

The resentment that Li Chensu felt from being suppressed by the Shangguan family has long since disappeared. Now, she is the spirited CEO of Huashu Group.

Shangguan Ning is the most outstanding young lady of the Shangguan family in this generation, whom even Shangguan Xuan respects.

"Old Li, I believe in you!"

"Hmm?" Li Chensu was still immersed in his own lofty ambitions, but it seemed that Cen Yu'an had no intention of working with him:

"Old Cen, you're not thinking of running away again, are you?"

"Of course not."

Li Chensu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No one knew that whether Cen Yu'an was in charge of the company or not made a huge difference to her.

People can be stressed; it can promote growth. But if they are constantly stressed, it can lead to mental breakdown.

Cen Yu'an's strategic planning and confidence unknowingly gave Li Chensu a lot of confidence. If she went to Switzerland and completely abandoned Hua Shu, Li Chensu estimated that half of her hair would fall out.

After Hua Shu finished dealing with her affairs, Cen Yu'an drove her own Honor car on a nationwide tour.

By the time Li Chensu realized it, the person had almost reached the northern grasslands.

"Old Cen!"

Cen Yu'an could not hear Li Chensu's "affectionate" calls; she was feeling the call from the distant mountains.

At the time, I promised Li Chensu that I wouldn't abandon her, but I didn't say I wouldn't run away.

How many carefree summer vacations can one have in a lifetime?

If you don't slip away now to enjoy life, are you going to wait until next year when Huashu Bio is at a critical juncture and has to "fight a war" before you slip away?

Wearing sunglasses, Cen Yu'an drove alone, stopping wherever she felt like, taking breaks whenever she felt like it, and occasionally checking in on her family and friends. She was really enjoying herself!

On the way, she also met a streamer she had once tipped. The streamer's main job was a psychologist, but she almost became depressed because she empathized too much with her patients. She said she wanted to hike across the country to "reach the summit of the snow-capped mountains".

The young woman's real name is Ye Zhaohe. She met Cen Yu'an by chance at a very famous tourist attraction.

Because of the travel expenses sponsored by Cen Yu'an, she had long since become a little money-grubber, which is why she was able to recognize Cen Yu'an at a glance, who was wearing simple, loose clothes and no makeup.

"I saw on your Douyin profile that you've actually traveled all over the country. That's amazing."

"I still want to thank President Cen for his generous sponsorship and for bringing me traffic. Now I have a lot of fans. I collect case studies as I go and explain them to everyone in my live broadcasts. The income is good, and I'm in a good mood."

"Would Dr. Ye be willing to provide me with psychological counseling?"

"what?"

Ye Zhao was genuinely shocked. Although she had encountered many strange things and all sorts of people along the way, it didn't mean she could accept that the god-like figure in everyone's hearts—the Kun Emperor—had psychological problems.

"Don't be nervous, it's not a big problem. Just think of it as me wanting to talk to someone."

Seeing that Cen Yu'an didn't seem to be acting any worse, Ye Zhaohe gradually felt relieved, and the two sat down in a private glass room overlooking the entire scenic area.

"Beep beep..."

The two had just sat down, and the shop owner was still serving snacks and sweet drinks, when Cen Yu'an's phone rang with a special ringtone.

"Dr. Ye, I need to check a message and reply to it."

"Please go ahead, Mr. Cen."

The ringtone is the Douyin message notification tone.

Lexi has a unique notification sound; it won't alert you to messages from strangers. This sound is either from group messages or from other mutual friends.

Cen Yu'an glanced at it quickly and saw that there was an @ in the Little Money-Grubber Group 6.

As usual, Cen Yu'an followed the share link and entered the live stream room. It was for a college student who was fighting cancer. His parents had passed away early, and his grandparents had supported him. He had also lived up to expectations and was admitted to university.

However, he discovered a physical abnormality during his sophomore year.

Of the four elderly people in the family, three are still alive, and almost none of them are able to work. Only the maternal grandfather has a pension of about 900 yuan a month, while the maternal and paternal grandmothers earn money by growing vegetables and scavenging.

The sudden illness was like the sky falling for him. He had given up on treatment, but because he was good-looking, his roommate encouraged him to start live streaming.

After the management team verified his information, Xiao Caimi shared his live stream and tagged Cen Yu'an.

With a light tap of her knuckles, Cen Yu'an operated the screen for more than 10 seconds before a slightly choked voice came from the screen:

"Thank you, Mr. Xie Kun, for 100 Carnival gifts..."

Before he could finish thanking her, Cen Yu'an left the live stream and placed her phone face down on the table.

She ate a few bites of mango cheese, her face expressionless.

Sitting diagonally across from her, Ye Zhaohe pushed a tissue towards Cen Yu'an: "Does President Cen never turn off her phone?"

“Of course,” Cen Yu’an blurted out. Who doesn’t have a bit of a phone addiction these days?

If I leave for even 30 minutes, I feel restless and anxious.

Outside the glass window was the back lake of this national forest scenic area, shimmering with blue-green light under the sun. Cen Yu'an's heart was both calm and seemed to harbor some kind of violent rage that was about to break through this calm.

"Mr. Cen, do you know what these streamers you've helped need most?"

"A doctor? A job? Or maybe more money..."

"No, what they need more is a kind and well-living CEO Cen."

The view room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the wind outside.

Cen Yu'an seemed to be turning a fruit on the table unintentionally, while closing her eyes tightly again and again.