What Do You Mean, Cen Muxiao?

When Cen Muxiao returned to the villa, Secretary Wu Tong was already waiting for him.

"President Cen, these are all documents requiring your approval and signature. Please review them!"

Wu Tong respectfully held out the thick stack of materials in his hands, then secretly glanced up at President Cen. He sighed inwardly. Sure enough, now that Mr. Song was back, President Cen's expression looked much better.

"Mm. I'll review them later. How are things going with the matter in Country D?"

Cen Muxiao accepted the documents without much expression and turned to ask about the project accident.

Hearing the question, Wu Tong immediately turned serious and replied carefully, "President Cen, the overseas headquarters has already sent an investigation team over. They're reconstructing and analyzing the entire course of the accident. There should be results soon. I've already instructed them to keep us updated on the progress at all times."

Cen Muxiao frowned slightly. After thinking it over, he added another instruction. "This project encountered quite a bit of resistance during the bidding process. Although Cen Corporation ultimately secured it, we still cut into certain people's interests. Investigate it. Don't let them think our foundation is unstable and that we can't reach them from here. I, Cen Muxiao, will never swallow a silent loss!"

Cen Muxiao's instincts were exceptionally sharp. Since construction began, the project had appeared to progress smoothly, everything proceeding in orderly fashion. Yet the calmer things looked, the more unsettling they felt. After all, Cen Corporation's competitors were no pushovers. After stumbling once, there was no telling what tricks they might be playing in the shadows.

"Yes, President Cen. I'll make the arrangements immediately!"

"Oh, right. Send more people over to help Guo Huaiyuan. Have Cen Corporation approach the local medical experts and invite them to treat Guo Lanjun as well. Make sure nothing goes wrong!"

Guo Group had played a crucial role in this project. With Guo Group's core technical support, they had won the pivotal round of the bidding. As the greatest beneficiary, Cen Muxiao naturally would not treat this partner unfairly.

And Guo Lanjun was a key piece in this game. Whatever the true cause behind the accident was, he was its most innocent victim. It could even be said that he had taken the bullet for them. The compensation and care afterward naturally could not be taken lightly.

Wu Tong had no objections to his orders. "All right, President Cen. I'll coordinate it immediately."

Cen Muxiao felt that was enough. After giving a few final instructions, he dismissed him. "That's all for now. Report anything promptly. You can go back first."

However, Wu Tong did not leave right away. Instead, he raised his eyes and asked softly, "Um, President Cen, have you reviewed Cindy's interview transcript? Can we give her a response now?"

"Cindy?"

"Uh, yes. Cindy from Nine Charms Magazine—the transcript of her interview with Mr. Guo."

The moment Wu Tong heard him ask that, he knew President Cen had probably overlooked the matter. Thinking about it, he could understand. With two people of such awkward status suddenly in front of him, it was normal that he had not had time to deal with everything.

Cen Muxiao had indeed forgotten. But once Wu Tong reminded him, he quickly remembered that the flash drive should have been tossed into his study.

"Is she in a hurry?"

It had only been a short while, yet she was already pressing for an answer. Guo Lantai must have said something that interested her, and she could not wait to make a big story out of it and publish it.

"Uh, not really. But media professionals care greatly about the timeliness of news. If you don't have time, I can stall her a little longer."

Secretary Wu Tong regretted bringing this up at such a time. President Cen had already been somewhat averse to media people, so naturally he would not appreciate their urging.

Thus, he tactfully took a step back and said cautiously, "Then I'd better reply to her first and ask her to wait another two days!"

Unexpectedly, the moment he finished speaking, Cen Muxiao lifted a hand to stop him. "No need. I'll look at it later. You can leave first."

Upon receiving that order, Wu Tong silently breathed a sigh of relief, obediently acknowledged it, and left.

At the bend in the second-floor staircase, Song Anning, who had been hiding there, silently ground his molars. Having listened from beginning to end, he had roughly understood what had happened. Something had happened to the Guo Family overseas!

When he first heard the news, he had actually felt a faint sense of delight at their misfortune. Anyone connected to Guo Lantai stirred up an inexplicable disgust in him. As long as it could make Guo Lantai sad and miserable, the more news like this, the better.

If the matter grew even bigger and affected the cooperation between the Cen and Guo families, would that not mean their partnership would fall apart? Then Cen Muxiao's newly begun marriage alliance could simply rot in the cradle.

At that point, Cen Muxiao could naturally devote all his attention to him without restraint. If he cooperated appropriately, it would only be a matter of time before Cen Muxiao took the initiative to confess to him.

But the reality was that Cen Muxiao was mobilizing all of Cen Group's resources to get to the bottom of the matter. He was even using the Cen family's connections to spare no effort in treating the Guo Family's eldest son. It was obvious that he valued this partner greatly!

Did the Guo Family have no people or influence outside? Did Cen Muxiao need to worry himself sick over this? He was not even the Guo Family's real son-in-law!

The more Song Anning thought about it, the more indignant he became. But in the throes of jealousy, he completely overlooked one point: it was a joint project between the two families. They would rise and fall together!

After all, Cen Muxiao's arrangements were simply meant to protect Cen Corporation's own interests!

Song Anning, whose brain had short-circuited, would not consider things from Cen Muxiao's perspective. As his thoughts shifted, he felt it was even more unfair. The editor-in-chief of Nine Charms Magazine had actually interviewed Guo Lantai?

What gave him the right to appear in Nine Charms Magazine? Weren't those who received that honor all remarkable and successful people?

Who the hell was Guo Lantai supposed to be?!

At that thought, he suddenly deflated. That man was the newlywed spouse of the most successful person around. That title alone was the greatest success!

Such an enormous advantage had been snatched away by a reckless, good-for-nothing second-generation heir. How could Song Anning possibly accept that!

He had thought Cen Muxiao would come upstairs after Secretary Wu left, but before he could quietly retreat to his room, another infuriating remark came from downstairs.

"Uncle Meng, has Guo Lantai still not returned?"

Song Anning's gaze turned fierce. Cen Muxiao was actually still concerned about whether that person had returned. Hadn't he acted utterly indifferent when he left? Wasn't asking now completely unnecessary?

"Young Master, Mr. Guo hasn't returned since leaving this morning. He... didn't he go home?"

Uncle Meng answered respectfully, then his questioning voice followed. "Would you like me to call and ask?"

Song Anning held his breath tensely, chanting inwardly, No need! No need! Really, no need!

"No need!"

Sure enough, Cen Muxiao's negative reply came as he had hoped the very next second. He really did not care, Song Anning thought with relief.

But just as he turned on his toes to leave, the conversation below took another turn.

Cen Muxiao immediately changed his mind. "Forget it. Ask anyway!"

"All right! I'll make the call."

Cen Muxiao then added, "If he's coming back, send a car to pick him up!"

Song Anning clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh. He was even personally arranging a car to pick him up. Cen Muxiao, what exactly do you mean?!