Revelation in the Meeting Room
The lobby of X Dragon Entertainment was buzzing that morning. Employees moved briskly, carrying folders, laptops, and tablets. As the black sports car stopped at the glass-front entrance, a driver immediately approached to take over the wheel.
Wei Yu Chen stepped out confidently, holding two important items—a silver flash drive and a phone covered with silly stickers. He gripped them tightly, as if they were the keys to a mystery he'd long ignored.
The elevator opened on the upper floor. The atmosphere grew quieter, more formal. The marble floors gleamed under the lights, and the walls were lined with posters of X Dragon's blockbuster films.
When the meeting room door opened, the sight inside caught his full attention.
At the far end of the table, Wang Xiaoxi looked panicked—her face pale, hands rummaging frantically across the desk. Her breath was quick, her eyes darting wildly.
Yu Chen stopped in his tracks for a moment, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He knew exactly what she was looking for.
With a deep, calm voice, he lifted his hand, showing the items he carried.
"Are you looking for these, Miss Xiao?"
Instantly, the room fell silent.
Everyone—the editors, assistants, even the secretary—turned toward the door. They gaped, not only because of what he was holding, but because of who had spoken.
Wei Yu Chen.
The top actor—and young CEO of X Dragon—now stood at the doorway, his aura filling the room with palpable tension.
Whispers rippled through the staff.
"Mr. Wei…?"
"He came here himself?"
"Why is he holding that?"
Meanwhile, Xiaoxi froze in place. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her face flushed red—half from confusion, half from disbelief.
Why… why are my things in his hands? The man I've been desperately avoiding?!
She stared at Wei Yu Chen with a face full of question marks—wide eyes, furrowed brows, lips parted in speechless shock.
"Why… how are my flash drive and phone in your hands…?" she murmured faintly, as if asking herself.
Denggg!
Suddenly, a memory flashed in her head—a vague image of someone carrying her last night, steady footsteps, a familiar scent of cologne. Her heart pounded wildly.
No way… no way… was he the one who brought me home?!
Xiaoxi froze, her face twisting between shock, panic, and absurd realization. Her eyes blinked rapidly, staring at Yu Chen like he was a puzzle too impossible to solve. Her cheeks burned; her lips trembled until finally
"Ehh??!"
The strange noise slipped out of her mouth, making a few people in the room stifle their laughter.
Meanwhile, Wei Yu Chen merely raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor tinged with amusement. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly—a smile both teasing and unreadable.
"What's with that expression?" he asked in a smooth, almost mocking tone.
Xiaoxi quickly looked down, covering her face with her hands. Oh God… please no! If it's true… where am I supposed to hide my face?!
Her thoughts spiraled, cursing her own reckless brain.
Her body stiffened, every joint refusing to move. Her trembling finger pointed weakly at the items in Wei Yu Chen's hand, while her expression—utterly ridiculous—made the situation even more mortifying.
Only then did she realize… she was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Wrinkled, untidy, the collar askew.
Great. Just great, she thought miserably. Standing here looking like trash in front of the one man I never wanted to see—an A-list actor and CEO.
The room went silent again, only Xiaoxi's pounding heartbeat echoing in her ears.
Across the table, Wei Yu Chen didn't hold back. His gaze locked onto hers, that sly smile deepening. The casual yet dominant aura of an alpha filled the air.
"Have you remembered now… Miss Wang Xiaoxi?"
His voice was deep, slow, cutting through the air. It wasn't just a question—it was a taunt.
Xiaoxi froze. That name… it echoed in her head, tearing open the memory she'd tried to bury. She could only nod frantically, as if admitting defeat to the situation.
Her knees felt weak, her face redder by the second—a blend of shock, panic, and the desperate wish to disappear.
"I—I…" she stammered, her finger still tremblingly pointing at Yu Chen, making her look even more absurd before everyone.
The 28th-floor meeting room smelled faintly of cinnamon from the luxury diffuser placed in the corner. The long ebony table gleamed under the soft light of the elegant crystal chandelier above. Rows of leather chairs lined neatly, while a large LED screen displayed the glowing blue X Dragon logo.
All eyes were on Wei Yu Chen, who stood tall at the front. With one calm yet commanding sentence, he broke the suffocating silence.
"Well then, since everyone's here… and Miss Xiao's missing items have been found, we can continue this meeting."
His tone was calm but carried a trace of arrogance impossible to hide. Just by standing there, he was already the center of gravity in the room.
Unhurried, Yu Chen walked forward. Each step was steady, the sound of his leather shoes tapping on the marble floor set the rhythm of tension. A faint smile curved on his lips—the kind that looked charming to most, but to Xiaoxi, only fueled her pounding heart.
When he finally reached the end of the table, an assistant quickly pulled out the executive chair prepared for him. Yu Chen sat gracefully, crossed his legs, his back straight, one hand resting casually on the armrest. The posture of a young king presiding over his court—cold yet magnetic.
Meanwhile, Xiaoxi sat stiffly at the far end of the table, her face flushed. Her eyes occasionally flickered toward her belongings now placed before Yu Chen. Beneath the table, her hands gripped her knees tightly, trying to stay composed, though her mind spun in chaos.
The room felt divided: half for the professionalism of the meeting, half for the private tension only the two of them knew.
Then the door opened with a creak, breaking everyone's focus on the presentation about to start.
"Wait—wait—sorry, I'm late."
The voice drew everyone's heads toward the entrance.
All eyes landed on a tall man with a composed face but an equally powerful aura—Jiang Fan.
His steps were steady as he entered, but the moment his gaze landed on Xiaoxi, time seemed to freeze. A flash of shock crossed his eyes—barely hidden.
Huh? he nearly gasped inwardly, eyes widening in disbelief. That's… the extinguisher girl from the airport?!
His hand reflexively pointed before he quickly turned away, covering his mouth to keep from blurting anything out. The awkward movement only raised more questions among the other staff.
The room fell silent again before Jiang Fan finally composed himself, pulled out a chair, and sat calmly—trying to mask his surprise. Yet his eyes kept glancing at Xiaoxi, as if trying to confirm what he saw.
On the other side of the table, Wei Yu Chen sat with his usual composure. His long fingers turned the ring on his hand slowly—a relaxed gesture filled with intent. His eyes flicked briefly toward Jiang Fan, then back to Xiaoxi.
A faint smile tugged at his lips before he nodded slightly—a quiet signal of confirmation.
"Yes," he murmured softly enough for Jiang Fan to hear, "that's her."
The room, once purely formal, now carried a charged undercurrent only the three of them could sense.
The meeting might have officially begun—but another secret dialogue was unfolding between their gazes.
The presentation started. The managers' voices filled the room, yet most people's attention was elsewhere. Xiaoxi sat stiffly, gripping the edge of the table like it was her only lifeline. Her eyes occasionally darted to the screen but always drifted back to the two men across from her.
Wei Yu Chen looked too composed—too composed. Leaning back in his chair, he kept spinning the ring on his finger, the motion slow and hypnotic. Every time Xiaoxi dared to glance his way, she met his gaze—deep, knowing, teasing—making her heart thump harder.
Across from him, Jiang Fan sat upright, yet his eyes also kept stealing glances at Xiaoxi, still unsure if he believed what he was seeing. And when their eyes finally met—just for a fraction of a second—an awkward stiffness filled the air.
Why does he keep looking at me? Don't tell me… he knows something too… Xiaoxi swallowed hard, cold sweat tracing down her temple. She tried to look down, but instead accidentally dropped her pen.
Clack!
The small sound echoed loudly in the quiet room, drawing several curious looks.
Xiaoxi's face turned crimson. She quickly bent down to grab it, but in her haste, her chair screeched backward with a loud squeal.
"Uh—sorry—sorry!" she blurted out, cheeks burning hot.
A sly smile flickered across Yu Chen's face. Meanwhile, Jiang Fan exhaled slowly, trying to suppress the strange turmoil stirring inside him.