The CEO's office was silent.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city — glass and steel stretching endlessly below. The interior was dark, minimalist. No unnecessary decoration. Nothing out of place.
Mo Beichuan stood by the window.
He had been there for several minutes.
Why can't I focus?
He rubbed his temple once, slow and deliberate.
A presentation. A report. Nothing unusual.
And yet—
A voice lingered.
Calm. Steady. Precise.
Lin Qinran.
He exhaled lightly.
Ridiculous
The woman from the meeting and the woman in his dreams were nothing alike. Different face. Different presence. Different temperament.
And still—
For a moment, their figures had almost overlapped in his mind.
He shook his head.
He was thinking too much.
knock knock—
"President Mo." Secretary Fang entered. "The CRAFT project report requires your signature."
The moment disappeared.
He walked back to his desk and sat down, expression already composed.
"Bring it here."
The pen moved steadily across the paper.
The thought was pushed aside.
For now...
An hour later, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen.
Mother.
He answered.
"Yes."
"Have dinner with me tonight. Eight o'clock. Yanxin."
"I have work."
A faint scoff came through the line. "President Mo is so busy he cannot spare an hour for his own mother?"
Silence.
He leaned back slightly in his chair.
"…Which room?"
"201. Don't be late."
The call ended.
He lowered the phone slowly.
He already knew what this was.
Another blind date.
A faint, inexplicable sense of foreboding settled in his chest.