[Conference Room A, Lin Group HQ — September 17, 4:01 PM]
The silence that followed Xiao Yue's question was absolute.
Lin Qingwan blinked.
Once. Twice.
Her hands stayed flat on the mahogany table. Her tablet rested nearby — untouched now, forgotten. Her silver hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
That eternal smile faltered — not disappearing, but shifting into something genuinely confused.
"I'm sorry," she said. "What?"
The word hung in the executive air between them. The climate control hummed softly overhead.
The city sprawled beyond the glass, indifferent to the frame shift happening inside Conference Room A.
This girl just pivoted from girlfriend evaluation to manufacturing efficiency.
Who does that?
Across the table, Lin Weiwei's arms were still crossed. But her posture shifted. Her eyes narrowing as she processed what Xiao Yue was doing.
She's going technical. Of course she is.
Fine. I'll show this stalker bitch what real expertise looks like.
In his corner chair, Lin Feng leaned forward slightly.
Constraints? Manufacturing constraints? Wait...
The memory surfaced — Xiao Yue at the lakeside, moonlight on water, her voice calm and precise as she explained fourteen hundred years of technological freeze.
She's not asking randomly. No wonder she felt no fear on coming here…
She has planned everything all along.
Xiao Yue's expression remained perfectly composed, her hands folded on the table. Her dark eyes clear, direct, meeting Lin Qingwan's gaze without hesitation.
"President Lin, I understand this meeting was called to evaluate my relationship with Lin Feng."
She paused, deliberately.
"I believe a proper romantic partner should prove their worth to their future family."
She glanced at Lin Weiwei — just briefly, just long enough for the implication to land.
"Not through titles or arrangements. But through tangible value."
Lin Weiwei's jaw tightened. Her fingers dug into her crossed arms. She said nothing. The silence was deliberate — not submission, but restraint. A predator choosing when to strike.
That bitch. She's directly challenging my fiancée status. Saying arrangements don't matter. Only "worth" does.
Fine. Let's see who has more worth.
"I want to demonstrate what I can contribute to the Lin family." Xiao Yue's gaze returned to Lin Qingwan. Steady. Unwavering. "What I can offer Lin Feng."
Clever, Lin Qingwan thought. Very clever.
She just reframed this entire meeting from "girlfriend evaluation" to "value demonstration." And directly implied that family arrangements — like Weiwei's engagement — don't prove worth.
She glanced at Lin Weiwei. Saw the clenched jaw. The controlled silence.
No wonder Weiwei came to me earlier with a cart full of documents.
It looks like she has been expecting this all along…
Ohh! This is wonderful! Maybe I should add some more firewood. Hehehe!
Her gaze moved to Lin Feng. He was watching Xiao Yue with resigned understanding.
Lin Qingwan's smile returned. Smaller now, but genuine. Intrigued.
"Very well." She settled back slightly in her chair. "Please proceed, Miss Xiao. I'm curious to hear your analysis."
Let's see what you've got. And let's see how Weiwei responds.
This is going to be fun!
Meanwhile, in his corner, Lin Feng's grip tightened on the armrest.
Oh fuck. She just threw down the gauntlet. This isn't just about business proposals anymore. This is about proving who deserves to stand beside me.
He glanced at Lin Weiwei. Her autumn-water eyes burning beneath that professional mask.
And Weiwei knows it.
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Then Lin Feng turned his gaze on Xiao Yue. A look of confusion visible on his face.
But the constraint IS the Imperial Federation Treaty. She told me that herself last night. In that treaty, she told me there was a provision about a technology advancement ban that has remained in force for the last one thousand and four hundred years.
"To prevent another Great War, they froze all technological research..."
So what is she really asking? When it's not allowed to advance technology? Isn't that the whole point of the treaty.
Lin Feng frowned. Something didn't connect.
Or… unless there's something I'm missing.
"Xiao Yue, wait."
The words left his mouth before he could think better of it.
Every head in the room turned.
The shift was immediate. Lin Qingwan's smile froze mid-curve. Lin Weiwei's crossed arms loosened a fraction. Xiao Yue's dark eyes found his with quiet intensity.
Three women. All staring at the man in the corner chair who had, until this moment, shown zero interest in participating.
Lin Feng felt the weight of their attention settle over him. He almost retreated — almost waved it off with a joke or a deflection.
But the question was already forming.
"Last night, in the park with Tingting and Weiwei, you told me about how the Imperial Federation Treaty bans technological advancement, right?"
Lin Feng paused for a moment to breathe, then he pushed through it. "I understood that in order to prevent someone from waging war through confidence of superior firepower, technological advancements were left frozen in the last fourteen centuries, so how are you going to advance things then?"
He looked directly at Xiao Yue.
"So isn't that the constraint? That we're not allowed to improve?"
The question settled over the conference table.
Lin Qingwan studied him. That smile returned, but on it was a hint of pride and pleasure that her beloved little brother was actually contributing something.
My Little Feng is engaging! My dear brother is actually engaging.
This is the boy who spent years chasing Su Qingxue instead of attending a single board meeting. Who couldn't name three of our product lines last month. Who sat in that chair five minutes ago like he wanted the floor to swallow him.
And now he's asking about treaty provisions.
What changed?
Beside her, Lin Weiwei's expression complicated. A slight nod forming before she caught herself.
Big Brother actually absorbed what that stalker bitch told him at the lake.
At least he's paying attention now. Even if she's the one who said that to him.
Across the table, Xiao Yue's composure softened. Just a fraction. Just enough for Lin Feng to notice.
He remembered. He was listening to me.
The warmth in her chest was inappropriate for a professional setting. She set it aside. Gently.
Then she began.
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"You're right, Lin Feng. The treaty does ban advancement."
Xiao Yue's voice carried the calm precision of someone laying groundwork.
"But the Imperial Federation Treaty is fourteen centuries old. Written in the diplomatic language of the time." A deliberate pause. "And the treaty is full of loopholes and vague terminologies that nobody dared exploit yet en masse."
Lin Feng's eyebrows rose. "Loopholes?"
"Yes, loopholes. Think of the treaty like a wall built to keep the people of that era restrained." She held his gaze. "And nowadays, the same restraints remained but the times have changed. Even the Great Wall didn't fare that well in the passage of time. Erosion of legal interpretations is inevitable."
Her attention shifted to Lin Qingwan.
"One thousand and four hundred years are a lot of time. People have been exploiting some of them for some time in a very controlled and limited manner. So why don't we try and be bolder and exploit more?"
Afternoon light caught the crystal water glasses on the table, throwing faint prismatic patterns across the polished surface. The city hummed beyond the windows. Inside, the air had gone very still.
"And here's the thing. The treaty explicitly bans the 'development of novel architectural paradigms.' That's the exact wording. Novel architectural paradigms. Not optimization. Not refinement."
She let the distinction breathe.
"There's an enormous difference between advancing past 240-nanometer architecture and optimizing within the existing 240-nanometer framework."
Lin Qingwan's fingers lifted from the table surface — a small motion, almost unconscious. The playful big sister receded. The president of a corporation sharpened behind that smile.
Excellent! Excellent! She's citing treaty law. An eighteen-year-old girl is citing imperial treaty provisions to slap Weiwei.
But wait — the exact wording of the Imperial Federation Treaty isn't public curriculum...
Even I have to travel to the Imperial Archives in the capital to see the exact wording of the treaty. And I neededan invitation from the Ye family — and had to impress those old folks — to even enter the Imperial Archives.
In her case, you'd need access to the Grand Academia archives or a family library with the original diplomatic texts. Or at minimum an invitation from a Tier 5 family. Just how high up are you, Miss Xiao?
Well… whoever she is or how high she is, I say this is good! Keep up the good work, Lin Feng's second girlfriend.
Wait, was she the second or the first?
Well, no matter, I say she is now the second first girlfriend. Hehehe!
"You've studied the treaty provisions carefully." Lin Qingwan said, the smile still present on her lips, her eyes sparkling in delight.
Well done Brother! You have found two good girls fighting for a piece of your meat. Good job!
Xiao Yue held her gaze without wavering. "The exact language matters. Most companies see the treaty as a wall."
"I see it as a framework with gaps."
Lin Feng's mind was working now. Genuinely working.
"So even with the tech freeze, we're still inefficient? We could be doing more with what we're already allowed to have?"
"Exactly." Xiao Yue's attention returned to Lin Qingwan. "The Lin Group manufactures electronics and ELECs. You control both ends of the supply chain. But you're using them the same way everyone else does. The same way they've been used for fourteen centuries."
Her voice stayed level. No accusation. Just fact.
"Not because the treaty forbids optimization. But because nobody bothered to try."
Lin Weiwei hadn't moved. Arms crossed. Fingers pressing white crescents into her own skin. Silent through the entire exchange.
But behind those clear, bright eyes, calculations were running at full speed.
She's good. She's really good at this.
But hardware without software is nothing. Just wait.
I have my own treaty loopholes.
Xiao Yue continued. "Three areas where the Lin Group could dominate without violating any treaty clause. All using existing 240-nanometer technology. All walking through gaps that have existed for fourteen centuries."
She looked at Lin Feng — briefly, warmly — then back to Lin Qingwan.
"May I present them?"
Lin Qingwan's smile widened. Not the unreadable mask. Something sharper. Anticipation laced with the beginning of real enjoyment.
"Please do."
Please do! And don't show me anything boring!
Weiwei has presented me something exciting earlier.
Don't you dare disappoint me, Lin Feng's second first girlfriend!
Lin Feng caught himself gripping both armrests.
Treaty loopholes. Walking around vague language. That's... actually brilliant.
He glanced between the three women. His big sister's eyes gleaming with the beginning of dangerous delight. His fiancée's silence coiled tighter than a spring. His girlfriend about to present a corporate strategy like she did this every Tuesday.
I'm sitting in a corner watching my life spiral further out of control and somehow this is the most productive meeting I've ever attended.
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Xiao Yue straightened slightly in her chair. The shift was subtle — shoulders settling, chin lifting a fraction. A presenter taking the stage.
"Think of current ELEC protection like wearing a raincoat in a storm."
"It helps. But you still get wet."
She paused, letting the image form.
"I propose wearing a raincoat, waterproof clothes underneath, and carrying an umbrella. That we add multiple layers of protection in the system."
Lin Qingwan's fingers steepled. Interest rising behind that smile.
"Right now, industry standard applies ELEC shielding only at the circuit board surface. Just one layer. Every component underneath remains exposed to atmospheric degradation." Xiao Yue gestured as if stacking invisible layers, her hands precise, unhurried. "My approach — is to protect individual components before assembly. Design circuits with built-in shielding pathways. Then add a final board-level protection."
She held up three fingers.
"Three layers instead of one."
Lin Feng followed the logic. The protection made sense. The layers made sense. But something nagged at the edge of his understanding — a question forming from a different lifetime.
"Wait." His fingers loosened on the armrests. "How does lead actually protect electronics?"
"Is it... blocking radiation?"
Silence.
The word landed wrong.
Lin Feng knew it immediately — the way the air shifts when someone uses a familiar word in completely the wrong context.
All three women turned to look at him.
Lin Qingwan's steepled fingers froze. Lin Weiwei's head tilted. Xiao Yue's composure held, but something shifted in her expression that went beyond confusion.
Three faces. All aimed directly at him.
Oh…
Fuck, did I just expose myself as a transmigrator? What did I say wrong?
Radiation is radiation, right?
But what if it's not radiation then?
The climate control hummed overhead. Afternoon light slanted through the glass walls, warm and indifferent. The conference room felt like it had shrunk to the size of a closet.
"Radiation?" Xiao Yue's voice was soft. Not just gentle — careful. The way someone speaks when they're protecting the person they're correcting. A slight tilt of her head. "You mean... ether degradation?"
Ether?
What ether?
What the fuck is ether?
That sounds like... what… those qigong stuff?
His pulse spiked.
Play it off play it off play it off—
But wait. I'm in a world where Long Tian has a literal video game system tracking women's affection levels and making them act like damn sex dolls. The sky glows purple-blue for reasons I can't explain. Electronics fail because of... whatever ether is here.
Okay Lin Feng, calm down. I've been here two and a half days. I need to stop assuming I understand anything.
Bad student. Play the bad student card.
He laughed. The sound came out too quick, too forced. "Right, sorry. Bad student mixing up terms."
His voice was a shade too eager. The recovery slightly too fast.
Lin Weiwei cut in before the moment could stretch.
"The Grand Academia calls it atmospheric corruption." She said it the way someone recites a textbook — flat, factual, obvious. "Some call it ether exposure."
She didn't realize she'd just thrown him a lifeline.
Xiao Yue nodded. "ELECs are materials with high density creating harmonic barriers against background ether energies. That's the official explanation, anyway." A slight shrug. "Honestly? Nobody fully understands the mechanism. We just know lead compounds work, somewhat. Empirically proven over fourteen centuries."
Lin Feng's eyebrows rose. "Somewhat?"
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Xiao Yue's expression shifted — the presenter receding, something more candid surfacing.
"Yes, somewhat. The longer you use it, for some reason, it loses weight." She frowned slightly — the look of someone genuinely bothered by an unsolved puzzle. "And sometimes we find other elements there that were not there before. Elements that have no business being inside a lead compound."
She spread her hands. A small gesture of admission.
"The electronics behind it get damaged anyway — though it takes time for that to happen. Tungsten shielding has the same issue too."
Lin Qingwan added quietly, "Even so, the Grand Academia admits ignorance on the fundamentals. Empirical results over fourteen centuries. In the end, lead and tungsten work. That's what matters."
Lin Weiwei's autumn-water eyes glanced at Lin Feng. Brief. Assessing. Then moved on.
Radiation. What an odd term to describe ether degradation. How come he connected energy transfer in a vacuum over ether degradation?
Strange…
But still… he's been chasing Su Qingxue for years instead of studying. I shouldn't be surprised he's confused about basic material science.
Lin Weiwei let it go.
Lin Feng exhaled slowly. He nodded once, twice — carefully this time, making sure his expression matched someone processing new information rather than someone who'd nearly blown his cover.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yue returned to the proposal without missing a beat. "So. Multi-layer protection. Individual components, circuit-level, then board-level. Three defensive layers instead of one."
"Manufacturing costs?" Lin Qingwan's voice cut back to business, precise and focused.
"Higher initial setup. Yes." Xiao Yue met her gaze directly. "But the Lin Group controls the entire supply chain. You can iterate designs quickly. Your competitors can't. They buy ELECs from suppliers. It takes years to convince those suppliers to develop new formulations. By the time they catch up, you're already selling second-generation products."
Lin Feng sat forward. "And the result?"
"Electronics that last ten times longer than current market best." Xiao Yue's answer was immediate. "It's the same 240-nanometer processors. Same basic materials. Just protected properly."
Ten times. The figure sat in the room, demanding attention.
Lin Weiwei couldn't hold it any longer.
"That assumes perfect knowledge of component degradation patterns." Her voice carried the tone of a helpful correction — academic, measured. But the edge beneath it cut through the professional veneer. "Without predictive software, you're just guessing where to apply those layers."
Her first strike. Testing.
Xiao Yue didn't look at her. Eyes stayed on Lin Qingwan. "Which is why testing protocols are part of the proposal. Empirical data over a few weeks to a month and then refinement."
Her response was smooth and unbothered. As if the challenge hadn't even registered.
Lin Weiwei's fingers pressed deeper into her own arms.
Lin Qingwan's hand drifted up to cover a slight smile. Her shoulders gave the faintest tremor — barely visible, easily missed.
Ohhh! Here it comes! Here it comes! Two beauties fighting over my cute little brother!
Her eyes moved between both women above her fingers. Bright. Attentive. Her beautiful face housing a smile that was almost a grin.
In his corner, Lin Feng watched the exchange like a man observing the first cracks in a dam.
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Xiao Yue didn't pause. The momentum carried her forward like a current.
"Second proposal builds on the first. Custom ELEC formulations for specific applications."
She let the term land, then immediately softened it.
"Current industry uses the same ELEC formula for everything. Every circuit, every component, every device."
Her fingers spread on the table surface. "It's like using the same sunscreen at the beach, in the mountains, and in the desert. Different environments need different protection. Beach needs water resistance. Mountains need altitude protection. Desert needs extra moisturizer."
Lin Qingwan's posture shifted. One hand came to rest on the mahogany, the other lifting slightly — an unconscious gesture of someone whose full attention had been captured.
"High-frequency circuits degrade differently than power circuits," Xiao Yue continued. "Different failure modes. Different stress patterns. Different solutions. But right now, everyone uses the same generic ELEC formulation for everything. A one-size-fits-all approach that fits nobody perfectly."
Lin Feng turned the concept over in his head.
"So you'd make specialized protection materials? Different formulas for different circuit types?"
"Exactly. Custom formulations for high-frequency components. Different chemistry for power management. Specialized materials for high-stress applications."
"Like having more specialized units," Lin Feng said, "instead of just standardizing everything? Or like having a custom tailor rather than buying off the rack?"
Lin Qingwan's gaze flicked to him. A fractional widening of her eyes — there and gone. Her little brother had just contributed a business analogy that actually landed, and it even sounded a little strange…
Like he was trying to correct himself.
Looks like my little brother is trying his best to become a better person…
Very well little brother, as a reward, I'll do my best to be your wingwoman here! Or wingsister! Hehehe!
On the other end of the table, Xiao Yue let out a small, warm, and real smile at Lin Feng. "Exactly! Because trying to force things to fit into one mold would risk making them lose a bit of their possible performance."
She turned back to Lin Qingwan. "Your competitors buy generic ELECs from suppliers. Whatever standard product the market sells. They can't request custom formulations because they don't manufacture ELECs themselves."
Emphasis settled on the next words like weight on a scale.
"You manufacture your own. You can create whatever you need. Perfect match between electronics design and protection materials. Your competitors would need decades to replicate what you could build in months."
The city skyline beyond the glass walls had shifted. Afternoon shadows lengthening across distant rooftops. Golden light pooling deeper, richer, against the conference room's polished surfaces.
Lin Weiwei spoke.
Gone was the helpful academic tone. What replaced it had teeth.
"Custom formulations require extensive R&D infrastructure." Her voice cut clean across the table. "Material science labs. Testing facilities. Quality control protocols. That's years of investment before you see a single viable product."
She held Xiao Yue's profile in her gaze. Waiting.
Xiao Yue's composure didn't waver. But when she turned toward Lin Weiwei — the first time she'd looked at her directly since the proposals began — something cold surfaced behind those dark eyes.
"The Lin Group already has electronics R&D facilities. Expanding into material science is a natural extension." She turned back to Lin Qingwan without another glance at Lin Weiwei. "And the competitive moat is worth every yuan of investment."
Lin Weiwei's spine went rigid. Her crossed arms tightened against her chest — a full-body brace against the dismissal she'd just received.
Lin Qingwan watched them both.
She's not just technically brilliant. She's strategically ruthless. She knows exactly which questions to answer and which ones to sidestep.
Her gaze drifted to Lin Weiwei. Saw the locked posture. The fury compounding behind those autumn-water eyes.
And Weiwei's losing patience. She knows these proposals are good. She knows they threaten everything she's prepared.
Lin Qingwan's shoulders gave a small tremor. Her smile widened — still presidential, still evaluating, but the entertainment underneath was becoming harder to contain.
Oh, this is getting good.
Lin Feng caught the tremor. Recognized it. The same telltale sign from minutes earlier, now stronger.
Big Sister is having the time of her life.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting in a corner watching my girlfriend systematically dismantle my fiancée's composure while presenting a corporate strategy worth billions.
And there are still more proposals coming.
God help me.
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Xiao Yue's tone shifted. The first two proposals had been refinements — doing what the Lin Group already did, but better.
What came next was different.
"First two proposals optimize what you already do." She paused. "This third one changes the game entirely."
Lin Qingwan's chin lifted. A fraction. The smile stayed but her attention locked.
"Right now, the Lin Group is like a bakery that makes bread and mills its own flour." Xiao Yue's hands rested on the table. Composed. "That's already better than bakeries that only make bread and buy flour from someone else."
She let the image form.
"But you're still buying wheat from farmers. You don't control the wheat."
Through the window, the city skyline had deepened. The late afternoon gold bleeding toward amber. The shadows pooling in the corners of the conference room.
"You manufacture ELECs. You produce finished protective components. But you purchase raw materials from suppliers — lead compounds, tungsten, rare earth elements. All bought from mining companies and refiners."
Her voice stayed level. Each word placed with care.
"That creates four vulnerabilities."
She raised one finger. "Cost volatility. Suppliers raise prices, your margins shrink. You absorb the loss with no recourse."
Second finger. "Supply security. Production disruptions or supplier competition means shortages you can't control."
Third. "Quality inconsistency. You can't guarantee purity or composition when someone else controls the source."
Fourth. "Strategic exposure. Competitors access the same materials. They can study your compositions, reverse-engineer your formulations."
Lin Feng spoke from his corner. "What's the actual revenue impact when supply chains break?"
The question came out focused. Business-minded.
Lin Qingwan's eyes warmed at the question, genuinely pleased at him.
There he goes again. Asking real questions. My little brother is actually learning.
Good boy!
Xiao Yue answered without hesitation. "In 2024, tungsten prices spiked forty percent due to mining strikes in the western provinces. Lin Group margins dropped fifteen percent that quarter. You had no control. You just absorbed the loss."
Lin Qingwan sat back slightly. The smile stayed — it always stayed — but behind it was her rapid assessment of Xiao Yue.
Yunjiang's mineral deposits. Rail logistics. Provincial resource mapping. She just described the entire northern supply chain like she'd studied it from an imperial economics textbook.
That's not electronics knowledge. Hardware engineers don't memorize mining geography.This confirms my suspicions. She is definitely from the upper class.
At least Tier 5.
Still, don't worry little brother! I'll do my best to bring these two good women to your side!
"My proposal — is for the Lin Group to acquire a complete vertical integration from raw materials to finished products." Xiao Yue's dark eyes held steady on Lin Qingwan. "In three stages."
"First. Acquire or partner with existing tungsten and lead mining operations. Yunjiang Province has significant deposits — with local resources available within a few hours from Jiangcheng through rail."
"Second. Build refining facilities adjacent to your existing manufacturing. Process raw ore directly to pure compounds matching your exact specifications. No middlemen. No supplier markups."
"Third. Integrate refining output directly into ELEC production. Yunjiang mines to Yunjiang refineries to Yunjiang manufacturing. Everything local. Everything controlled."
She paused. Let the architecture settle in their minds.
Then the capstone.
"The benefits compound. It eliminates supplier markup entirely — mine cost plus processing, nothing more. It also secures local supply with minimal transport delays. And you control quality from ore grade selection through final compound composition."
Her voice dropped. Emphasis falling on the final point.
"And also, a strategic lockout. Even if competitors reverse-engineer your ELEC designs, they can't manufacture them. Because they don't have access to your specialized raw compounds. You own the mines. You own the refineries. The door is closed behind you."
Xiao Yue glanced at Lin Feng. A brief flicker — warmth surfacing through the professional composure, there and gone in a heartbeat. Then back to Lin Qingwan.
The conference room had gone completely silent.
Lin Weiwei uncrossed her arms.
The motion was slow. Deliberate. Not a loss of control — but a decision. Her hands came down to the table surface. Palms flat on the mahogany.
When she spoke, her voice was controlled. Measured. Every word chosen.
"Hardware is meaningless without software to run it."
Xiao Yue turned her entire body toward Lin Weiwei for the first time in the meeting. Her dark eyes meeting autumn-water eyes across the table.
"Software is meaningless without reliable hardware to execute on."
Lin Weiwei and Xiao Yue's professional masks shattered on contact.
The two women held each other's gaze. Open hostility replacing every scrap of courtesy that had barely survived the last twenty minutes.
Lin Qingwan's shoulders began shaking.
Silently at first. Then harder. She tried to do her best not to laugh right now, even biting her own tongue in the process. Yet still, a large smile appeared on her face that showed nothing but mischief.
Then she drew a breath. Composed herself. The president resurfaced through the delighted big sister.
"Ladies."
The word carried authority. Real authority. But her eyes — bright, dancing, alive with pure mischief — betrayed everything her voice tried to contain.
"Let's hear all proposals before we debate integration points." She turned to Lin Weiwei. "Weiwei. Your thoughts?"
Oh ho ho! This is magnificent!
Two girls! Both brilliant! Both fighting over baby brother like cats over a fish!
And both of them are world-class!
This is the best meeting I've had all year! Hahaha!
Lin Weiwei's palms stayed flat on the table. Her posture had transformed — no longer the coiled observer. Now a combatant who had chosen her moment.
"I have my own proposals, Elder Sister." Her autumn-water eyes locked on Xiao Yue. "Proposals that address what hardware alone cannot."
A beat. Deliberate.
"And my own treaty loopholes."
In his corner, Lin Feng watched the fuse catch fire.
Two brilliant women who can't stand each other. Both armed with proposals that could transform the entire company. And Big Sister just handed Weiwei the microphone with the biggest grin I've ever seen on her face.
He caught Xiao Yue's profile from his angle — the composed exterior, the faint trace of warmth still lingering from that brief glance she'd sent his way moments ago. Already gone. Already replaced by the cold focus of someone preparing for a counter-assault.
My girlfriend just proposed a billion-yuan mining operation and my fiancée is about to fire back with her own arsenal.
And I'm sitting in a corner like a judge at a talent show where both contestants want to marry me.
Well… I'm cooked.
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[End of Chapter]