Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1338 - 1316: Why Are You at My Company?

Chu Yanhan knew that his daughter was going to interview Ya Chen again tonight, and hurriedly called her several times to try to stop her.

Unexpectedly, his daughter hadn’t answered, so he came over.

Ya Chen furrowed his brows.

He didn’t expect that the psychologist had such a good relationship with the Chu Family.

No, it wasn’t a good relationship with the Chu Family; it was with her.

He turned around and walked toward the hotel entrance.

Although he hadn’t received a verbal answer from Ya Chen, Chu Yanhan knew he should have agreed not to reveal his identity to Xinyue for the time being.

Even though he didn’t know how long Ya Chen would hold back, given his status, he probably wouldn’t stay long in China. If he returned to S Country first, that would be a relief.

As Ya Chen reached the hotel entrance, his assistant had just come downstairs looking for him. As soon as he saw Ya Chen, he quickly went over, about to speak, but saw Ya Chen ponder for a few seconds and silently raised his hand to interrupt:

"Help me schedule a meeting with MK Group’s top management."

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The news feature on the mysterious buyer of the "Heart of the Ocean Blue Moon", organized and written by Chu Xinyue, was quickly published in the new issue of Liangyou.

Besides knowing the mysterious buyer came from abroad, nothing else was known about him.

The mysterious buyer did not make a public appearance, nor disclose his identity or nationality; he was simply referred to as "Mr. Blue" throughout the entire article.

Despite this, it sparked industry debates, causing Liangyou’s new issue sales to skyrocket.

After all, an antique piece auctioned for 80 million US Dollars is not something everyone can afford.

With all the gossip, Mr. Blue’s identity was almost gossiped out like a sieve.

Some speculated that the mysterious buyer was a rich tycoon from a foreign country.

Some guessed he was a high-ranking politician from another country.

Others even speculated he was a member of a royal family from some country.

Since the new issue hit the market, the office discussions among female colleagues mostly revolved around this topic.

As the person who conducted the exclusive close-up interview with Mr. Blue, Chu Xinyue’s desk became a focal point.

Every day, many people would come by and ask questions.

"Xinyue, what’s the mysterious buyer’s true identity?"

Chu Xinyue replied truthfully: "If he had been willing to tell me, I would have reported it already."

"Is he good-looking in person? Ye Meng accompanied you that day, got a glimpse from afar, and said he was stunningly handsome, is that true? Does he look as good up close as he seems from afar?"

Some people look better from a distance, while others, whether near or far, seem almost god-like.

Evidently, that man belonged to the latter category.

Chu Xinyue honestly said: "He is indeed very handsome in person."

"By the way, who exactly is he giving that necklace to?"

"He wouldn’t say."

"This mysterious buyer sure knows how to keep people guessing! By the way, does he—"

"Isn’t anyone working? Break it up, break it up."

Sister Xu’s voice drifted over, stopping the gossip.

A colleague boldly said: "We were just curious, wanting to ask the star of our big sales this time."

"What’s there to be curious about? If you’re so curious, learn from Xinyue. Next time, it could be your turn. Alright, President Zhao is coming to inspect the magazine soon. If you don’t want to get fired, better get back to your desks and work hard. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, everyone needs to be on their best behavior today!"

Colleagues were shocked.

The "President Zhao" referred to by Sister Xu had the nickname "Zhao the Skinner", known for figuratively skinning employees alive. He was in his forties, a senior executive in the group, usually managing Liangyou Magazine exclusively, and was extremely strict and meticulous.

Zhao the Skinner always considered the magazine business not very profitable and thought about dissolving it, but other shareholders disagreed, so he hadn’t succeeded.

Every time he came to inspect the magazine, he would nitpick, looking for faults everywhere. If he saw an employee slacking even slightly, he would immediately reprimand or even dismiss them.

Over the years, many employees had fallen victim to him.

"Why is President Zhao suddenly coming?" someone asked cautiously.

"It seems like the group has brought in a new major shareholder; President Zhao is taking the new shareholder around the subsidiary industries for routine checks."

"A new shareholder? Who?" someone was curious.

"I heard that besides President Zhao, even few other top managers have met them. I don’t know either. Alright, enough chit-chat, get to work, they’re probably at the entrance by now."

Colleagues, afraid of being caught by the Boss, didn’t dare to ask more and quickly returned to their desks.

Chu Xinyue stared at the computer layout for a while, her eyes feeling a bit strained, noticed that her coffee mug was empty, and decided to get a refill from the pantry.

Looking at her surrounding colleagues, she was taken aback, seeing them all silently buried in their work, a hundred times quieter than usual.

Before President Zhao and his team arrived, they likely dared not even go to the bathroom, waiting to resolve all needs after the superiors left.

Indeed, at such a crucial moment of inspection, even if it was just for show, it had to be a serious show.

Seeing this scene, it was clear how much colleagues feared Zhao the Skinner normally.

Chu Xinyue felt it was quite unnecessary.

Sitting like a plank before a computer without moving isn’t necessarily called dedicated work.

Work is for oneself, not for others to see.

She took her mug towards the staff pantry. Because most colleagues stayed obediently in their cubicles waiting for the superiors’ inspection and dared not move around, the corridors, pantry, and restrooms seemed particularly empty today.

She poured coffee and came out from the pantry.

Maybe focusing on the coffee in her hands, she didn’t notice the figure walking towards her in the corridor until it was too late; she couldn’t retract her steps and bumped into the person while holding coffee.

"Bang," the brown liquid splashed onto the person’s white shirt, with large drops of liquid sliding down.

Startled, Chu Xinyue was about to apologize, but looking up, she already saw the man’s face in front of her.

Ya Chen’s bright sharp eyes stared at her, not moving an inch, seemingly not caring about being drenched from the spilled coffee.

She took a while to snap back to her senses: "Why... why are you... why are you at my company?"

He was about to step forward, but she instinctively stepped back, not allowing him too close, seemingly still wary of his actions that night at the hotel.

His gaze turned deep as he said: "That night at the hotel, I was a bit tipsy."

If he hadn’t promised Chu Yanhan not to reveal himself in front of her, wouldn’t he have to explain so reluctantly?

Thinking of this, his handsome face inevitably looked a bit gloomy.

She heaved a breath: "So Mr. Blue was really drunk. That’s what I thought."

Yet she remained cautious: "Then why are you here?"

He didn’t answer her question, just glanced down at his shirt first before faintly lifting the corners of his lips: "Are you just going to stand here and interrogate me?"

Chu Xinyue looked at the brown stains on his clothes, still steaming, and inhaled sharply.

The freshly brewed coffee from the siphon machine was very hot; he must have nearly scalded a layer of skin off.