I don’t know if it’s Mi Yan’s illusion, but ever since the new shareholder came over, his workload has significantly increased.

The company keeps assigning him tasks, even in areas where his presence isn’t really needed, they demand he goes personally.

Mi Yan is so busy that he barely has any time to pay attention to Sang Yu’s side.

It wasn’t until half a month later that Mi Yan saw Sang Yu at the company.

"Why is he here?" Mi Yan couldn’t hold back his expression and questioned his assistant next to him: "Who let him in?"

The assistant had been following Mi Yan around these days and wasn’t privy to the details.

"I... I don’t know either."

"What are you doing then?" Mi Yan snapped lightly.

Assistant: "..."

The assistant dared not retort and stood with his head down behind Mi Yan.

Mi Yan took a deep breath, tidied his clothes, and walked over to Sang Yu: "Senior."

The assistant listened to Mi Yan’s surprised voice and rolled his eyes internally; his ability to switch expressions was truly impressive.

Sang Yu looked at the man striding towards him, and compared to a few years ago, this young man seemed much more mature.

It was impossible to link him to the person who used to trail behind him back in the day.

Mi Yan wore a joyful expression, seemingly excited to see Sang Yu unexpectedly.

"Mr. Sang and Director Mi know each other?" The person accompanying Sang Yu curiously asked.

"We graduated from the same school, he’s my senior," Mi Yan volunteered.

The person was surprised: "How coincidental?"

"Yes, I didn’t expect to see my senior..." Mi Yan asked tentatively: "Senior, what brings you here?"

Seeing Sang Yu here suddenly, how could Mi Yan not be surprised?

The answer came from an employee accompanying Sang Yu: "Mr. Sang is our company’s special photographer, here reporting for duty today, I’m showing Mr. Sang around."

Special photographer?

How come he didn’t know anything about this?

Who hired him?

Mi Yan was full of questions, but he couldn’t show it at the moment.

The employee said: "Since Mr. Sang is Director Mi’s senior, why don’t Director Mi show Mr. Sang around? If there’s anything, just call me, okay?"

"Okay, you go ahead." Mi Yan took on the task.

After the person left, Mi Yan maintained an expression of joy and sentiment: "Senior, it’s so good to see you here, I thought you..."

"Thought what?"

"Nothing, nothing," Mi Yan realized he misspoke, shaking his head quickly: "I’m just happy to see you, senior."

Happy?

Sang Yu looked at him for a couple of seconds without speaking: "Would you mind showing me around?"

No matter how unwilling Mi Yan felt inside, he had to wear a smile on his face, leading Sang Yu around and introducing places to him.

"Why did you decide on this company?" Sang Yu asked Mi Yan, appearing to chat casually.

Mi Yan seemed prepared for this question: "I heard you were here, senior, so I thought I’d give it a shot. Who knew, after I came..."

He didn’t finish the sentence, but those involved knew what happened afterwards.

"Back then, it was difficult to reach you, I was really worried... Now seeing you’re doing well, I feel relieved."

"Made you worry."

Mi Yan sighed, his demeanor somewhat guilty: "Senior, you helped me so much in school, back then I couldn’t assist, I’ve been feeling guilty all these years."

"..."

If Sang Yu didn’t suspect Mi Yan, he would surely believe him.

Sang Yu briefly looked around, exchanged a few words with Mi Yan, then planned to say goodbye.

"I have other matters, let’s have a meal another day, junior."

"No way, I should treat you, senior."

"I’ll schedule it."

Mi Yan escorted Sang Yu to the elevator, both gazed at each other through the elevator doors without speaking until the doors closed.

The smile on Mi Yan’s face faded.

Mi Yan returned to his office, and called the HR department to inquire why Sang Yu was at the company.

"Orders from the board; we’re not privy..."

The HR department was merely following orders and didn’t know specifics.

Mi Yan hung up the phone and called President Huang.

"I remember you and Mr. Sang graduated from the same school; what, you don’t welcome him?"

"Not at all, I’m just curious..." Mi Yan said: "He is my senior, I’m surely glad he’s here. But wasn’t the company supposed to follow procedures? What’s going on now?"

President Huang sighed and said: "I have no choice here either, Miss Lu specifically requested him."

Lu... the new shareholder.

Mi Yan hung up the phone, sat motionless for quite a while.

-

Having just been dismissed, Sang Yu received an offer notification; though puzzled, seeing the company’s name, Sang Yu went.

As a special photographer, he didn’t need to visit the company daily.

He reported, and the following week got a call to go to the company.

Upon entering, he noticed the staff’s gaze wasn’t typical; it carried inquiry and gossip.

"Did he really do such things?"

"So handsome, why do that; it must be false, right?"

"Some just look good but are actually perverted; haven’t they learned the saying: all show and no substance?"

"Character is as vital as looks."

"Exactly, looks aren’t everything."

Sang Yu overheard conversations like this occasionally, and it took him a while to understand.

Back then, the incident was somehow spread via internal email throughout the company, and now everyone knew he was a creep abusing power.

Sang Yu: "..."

Mi Yan was that impatient?

If this was Sang Yu years ago, he might’ve found this unbearable, such a long time later, Sang Yu was numb.

"Senior." Mi Yan exited his office and called Sang Yu, fake-concerned: "Are you alright, senior?"

"I’m fine."

Mi Yan said with concern: "Don’t mind these people, senior; I believe you aren’t that kind of person, there must be misunderstanding back then."

Sang Yu gave him an ambiguous look: "Hmm."

"Director Mi, President Huang is calling for you." Someone called Mi Yan from afar.

"Senior, I’ll get busy; don’t overthink things."

Mi Yan was unsure why President Huang summoned him now. As he opened the office door, seeing President Huang inside with a girl, his heart slightly sank again.

If Sang Yu came here, it was her arrangement.

With Sang Yu’s incident spreading loudly, and her appearing now...

"President Huang, Miss Lu..." Chuzheng was a shareholder, but titles weren’t fixed, and President Huang consistently referred to her as Miss Lu.

President Huang sat in the boss’s chair, appearing a bit uneasy.

Chuzheng stood aside, gazing out the window as if oblivious to another person in the room.

"Ahem..." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

President Huang cleared his throat: "Director Mi, calling you here today is about the company’s recent rumors..."