"Liu Di, let's head out early today. We're expecting an important guest at the company!"
Liu Di, who was stretching in the Yan Family Estate, was startled by Yan Qingwen's sudden voice behind him. He turned around, and to his surprise, saw Yan Qingwen approaching with a lunchbox in hand.
She was dressed in an elegant black dress, her hair flowing down her shoulders instead of the usual ponytail. Her demeanor was more mature and sophisticated, and most notably, she was wearing makeup. Liu Di was taken aback—Yan Qingwen had always been bare-faced in his memory. As a strong, independent woman, she never seemed to care about her appearance or felt the need to dress up. It seemed today's guest must indeed be someone significant.
Shaking his head, Liu Di sent a message to A-jia: "4 PM, see you at Rongteng Tower."
In the car, Yan Qingwen placed the lunchbox beside Liu Di.
"We left in a rush today, so you probably didn't have time to eat. These are buns Liu Jie made."
Her voice was soft and distant.
"What's gotten into you today? Why the sudden change?" Liu Di smirked, "When someone acts unusually nice, they're either up to no good or planning something."
"Planning something, my foot! Knowing how much you eat, I brought 30 buns. Let's see if you can eat them all!"
Yan Qingwen snapped back, annoyed.
"Haha..."
"Awoo..."
Liu Di chuckled mischievously, driving the luxury car with one hand while devouring the buns with the other.
"Is this the image of a successful man you women have in mind?" he teased.
Yan Qingwen turned her head, exasperated, looking out the window.
"Energy supply detected, DNA optimization increased by 0.2%..."
"Energy supply detected, new human body refinement value increased by 0.1%..."
Five minutes later, the 30 buns were completely devoured by Liu Di. Yan Qingwen was no longer surprised by this.
After a moment of silence, Yan Qingwen finally asked, "Liu Di, where exactly do you get so much money?"
Liu Di thought for a moment, then tilted his head, "I co-founded a company with a friend. It's called *The Creator*."
A company? *The Creator*?
Yan Qingwen sighed. Just hearing the name didn't inspire much confidence.
"Liu Di, if you need any help, you can ask me. If you want me to trust you, then you also have to trust me. You don't have to keep pretending to be strong."
Yan Qingwen's tone was unexpectedly gentle, as if she was trying hard to preserve the man's dignity. Last night, she had carefully questioned Yan Kaikai and Yan Xinxin about their experiences at the casino. Liu Di had gambled there, casually throwing around billion-dollar bets. But throughout the whole time, no one actually saw him put any money down.
In a place like an underground casino, there's no telling what's real or not. Who knows what a billion or a hundred billion represents there? After all, seeing is believing. A hundred billion in cash is too unbelievable! Yan Qingwen found it impossible to accept. Or rather, it just didn't make sense for something like this to happen to Liu Di.
*Hmm... What's gotten into her today? Has she turned over a new leaf?* Liu Di scratched his head, "Since you're asking, I do have a few secrets to share."
Yan Qingwen suddenly perked up, "What secrets?"
"I'm a pretty good singer."
Liu Di grinned, clearing his throat as if preparing to sing, "Ahem..."
Yan Qingwen instantly deflated, "Thanks, but no thanks! Just focus on driving."
At Yingzhi Group, today felt different from usual. On the way upstairs, many employees were eagerly waiting, seemingly anticipating the arrival of someone important.
In her office, Yan Qingwen instructed her secretary to prepare tea and coffee. She, too, was expectant. In a nearby room, Liu Di watched through the glass window, puzzled by the serious atmosphere.
Next to him, Zhao Qianqian was visibly excited, rubbing her hands together non-stop. The perfume she had on was so strong it nearly made Liu Di tear up!
At that moment, the door to Yan Qingwen's office was pushed open by two people. The first was a man in a British-style suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of elegance and poise. Behind him was another man, around forty years old, with a shrewd look on his face, though a large bruise on his cheek was visible, covered with a bandage.
It was Ouyang Fengyu and his lackey.
Seeing Zhao Ze, one of the vice presidents of Yingzhi Group, Liu Di smirked. The bounty placed by Black Fox really did have an effect. Although it was still early in the day, it seemed like Zhao Ze had already lost a tooth!
However, these two fools clearly weren't the ones Yan Qingwen was waiting for.
Ouyang Fengyu entered the office and gave Yan Qingwen a slight smile. After sitting down, he casually scanned the office. His brow suddenly furrowed.
"Wenwen, where are the three vases that Vice President Zhao gave you?"
Yan Qingwen smiled apologetically, "They were accidentally broken."
"Broken?"
Ouyang Fengyu sat up straight, displeased, "Who broke those expensive vases?"
Yan Qingwen replied helplessly, "It was Liu Di. On his first day in the office, he broke all three of them!"
Liu Di!?
A flash of anger crossed Ouyang Fengyu's face. Forget about the vases; the arrangement method of the *Death Shaman Formation* had cost him a fortune! He had paid 7 million yuan to a Thai ghost monk for it!
Ouyang Fengyu suddenly turned around, glaring through the glass wall at Liu Di, who was sitting in the secretary's room. Liu Di, with a bright smile, was waving at him from a distance!
Even Yan Qingwen was a bit taken aback. Liu Di's handsome face, combined with that sincere smile, indeed had a touch of innocent charm!
But at that moment, Ouyang Fengyu's face twitched, his anger barely contained!
Out of everything in the room, Liu Di just had to break the key part of the *Death Shaman Formation* on his first visit! He must have done it on purpose! This kid is definitely not ordinary!
In Ouyang Fengyu's eyes, no matter how friendly Liu Di seemed, all he saw was mockery. *Damn it, when will Black Fox make a move? I can't stand seeing this brat for another day!*
However, Ouyang Fengyu was too shrewd to let his emotions show. He awkwardly raised his hand, ready to return Liu Di's wave.
But then Liu Di suddenly stopped smiling, turned to Zhao Qianqian, and gestured for her to come closer.
"Qianqian, come here. I need to ask you something."
"Stop it... What do you want to ask?"
Ouyang Fengyu's raised hand froze mid-air, his face turning purple with rage.
Ignoring me? And now flirting?
In the adjacent room, Liu Di completely disregarded Ouyang Fengyu, smiling as he asked Zhao Qianqian, "Qianqian, what's with all the fuss today? Who are we waiting for?"
"You seriously don't know?" Zhao Qianqian leaned in closer, her eyes wide with excitement. "We're expecting none other than the God of Song, Emperor Yi!"