The phone rang again, insistent and urgent. Mo Ziyan frowned, her impatience evident, but she answered it anyway. Juggling work demands, calls flooded in all day, leaving her feeling overwhelmed.
As she picked up the receiver, Zhou Chunxiang's frantic voice came through loud and clear, "Zi Yan, you have to hurry over! There's another mess here. If you don't show up, those reporters are going to devour me! It's too much! I swear, I'll quit and won't last another day!"
Mo Ziyan remained unfazed by her dramatic outburst. "Miss Zhou, what's going on this time? Remember, I had a showdown with Mr. Huang for half the night. I just got home this morning, and I have a contract to sign with Minghuang Media. My schedule is packed!"
"Listen to me! This is serious! Lin Na, our troublemaker, has checked into a hotel with a guy, and the reporters are swarming the entrance! I thought it was just another rich guy caught in her web, but guess what? She's involved with Lin Ansen! You know him his gossip could go for 1.8 million! They're everywhere, and I'm exhausted. Please, I need your support!"
Mo Ziyan felt momentarily stunned at the mention of Lin Ansen's name. Despite frequently hearing about him in recent years, he still felt like a distant figure. She had seen articles in the business section about their company's soaring stocks, in tech news about their latest innovations gaining attention, and in lifestyle pieces highlighting how their developments benefited the public.
Lin Ansen should have been closer to her, yet he felt unfamiliar.
Zhou Chunxiang's voice broke her reverie. "No time to waste, get over here! It looks like they're about to bust in!"
Confused, Mo Ziyan stood there for a few moments, her big, expressive eyes reflecting her thoughts. Then she grabbed her small bag, rushed out the door, and hailed a taxi towards Qianwei Hotel.
When she arrived, it was exactly as feared reporters swarmed every entrance. After pushing her way through, Zhou Chunxiang quickly ushered her inside and towards the elevator. "I'm at my wit's end! I told Lin Ansen to disguise himself as one of our staff to sneak out, but he refused! He insists we get Lin Na out first. Do you see the target she presents? There's no way she can blend in with her… attributes. If he escapes first, we can handle everything else!"
Mo Ziyan was used to Zhou Chunxiang's blunt and carefree demeanor, assuming that anyone eyeing her with curiosity must be new to all this chaos.
In room 1240, Lin Na appeared in a nightgown with tousled hair, a slender cigarette dangling from her pink-painted fingers. Upon seeing Mo Ziyan, she looked her way, hands up in defeat. "Don't judge! My clothes are wrecked I had to send someone for new ones! It wasn't on purpose!" She leaned in closer to whisper, "Boss Lin had too much fun last night!"
Mo Ziyan shot her an annoyed glance. "Where's Mr. Lin?"
"Right here!" A deep, captivating voice laced with morning laziness drew her attention. Turning around, she found Lin Ansen leaning casually against the door, his short hair and unbuttoned white shirt giving him a laid-back appearance. His sun-kissed skin and defined collarbone were undeniably appealing. As he rolled up his sleeves, his elegant fingers capable and cool, just like when he had commanded the steering wheel flicked her a glance.