As it turns out, the scenario Xia Zhiyi had predicted wouldn't unfold on Fu Chi's turf.
After the meeting, on his way back to his office, Fu Chi heard that while he was away, someone had proactively made Xia Zhiyi a cup of tea and brought it to her before she Xia Zhiyi speak. That person was a new employee who had been hired recently.
Fu Chi merely glanced casually in the direction of the secretariat's office area before transferring the person from their current position.
Putting aside everything else, the fact that he entered his office without permission was enough for Fu Chi to transfer him away.
Even Assistant Li wouldn't enter that area without Fu Chi's permission.
After all, Fu Chi's office contains a lot of confidential documents, some of which involve cooperation with the national level. Hangu Group is not a small company. If people could just come and go as they pleased, they wouldn't know who was responsible for any leaks.
Even if one is trying to guess the superior's intentions and curry favor with someone through such trivial matters, the approach is wrong.
In Fu Chi's world, as long as you have the ability, you'll always have your chance to shine.
"You're back." Xia Zhiyi stood up from the sofa, one hand in her pocket, and waved to Assistant Li with the other. " Assistant Li."
Assistant Li responded with a polite smile, " Mr. Xia."
Fu Chi his head and asked Assistant Li to reorganize the contents of the meeting into a document. He then approached Xia Zhiyi and gently put his arm around his slender waist. "Were you bored while waiting? Is there anything you want to eat?"
Xia Zhiyi gently shook her head. At this moment, Assistant Li and another woman had already closed the door and left, leaving only the two of them in the office.
"I don't really want anything to eat right now. You're probably still busy, right? You can keep going." Xia Zhiyi said, turning around to hug the man, then letting go. "I'll wait for you here. Let's eat together later."
Upon hearing this, Fu Chi carefully examined Xia Zhiyi again, and only after confirming that there was no sign of injury on her body did he nod and say, "Okay."
This busy schedule meant that it was already lunchtime.
If Xia Zhiyi hadn't reminded him, it would have been past lunchtime by the time Fu Chi came to his senses.
"Let's go, what do you want to eat? We can eat out or go to the cafeteria downstairs," Fu Chi said to Xia Zhiyi as he got up to grab his coat.
Xia Zhiyi had a pretty exciting day, and now he really didn't want to go out again, because he wasn't sure if he'd encounter any more strange accidents. "The cafeteria, I guess."
He paused for a moment, then changed his mind. "Never mind, I remember there's a pretty good home-style restaurant near the company, let's go there."
If something happens again, it doesn't feel right to happen in Fu Chi's company cafeteria, so let's go somewhere nearby.
Fortunately, the Power of the Plot probably didn't have the energy to cause any more trouble this time, and Xia Zhiyi and Fu Chi finished their lunch smoothly without any unexpected incidents.
"Ah, nothing happened after all." Xia Zhiyi said, lying back on the sofa, covering her eyes with one hand, and letting out a long sigh. "I was all prepared for anything unexpected, but nothing happened. That's actually a little disappointing."
The two had returned to Fu Chi's office at Hangu headquarters. Fu Chi was back at his desk working on things, while Xia Zhiyi was lounging on the sofa, taking a break.
Upon hearing Xia Zhiyi's words, Fu Chi, who had already been paying attention to her, turned cold, but spoke gently and unhurriedly, "It seems it really dislikes you meeting Gu Miaomiao."
Xia Zhiyi closed her eyes, looking as if she might fall asleep at any moment, and said in a somewhat lazy tone, "I'm a virus, you know."
Fu Chi paused, and after a while, he spoke, "No."
However, Xia Zhiyi was already asleep.
Fu Chi looked up in his direction, stared silently for a moment, then looked away without saying anything more, focusing instead on his work.
And no one heard his nonsensical remark.
*
When Xia Zhiyi woke up, two hours had passed since he fell asleep.
It's rare for him to sleep for so long at this time of day. It seems that his past experiences have still affected him, and he is still feeling tired, although not to the point of being unable to continue.
After all, he's still human.
When Xia Zhiyi woke up, Fu Chi was not in the office. Xia Zhiyi had moved from the sofa in the office to the bed in the adjacent lounge. The blanket covering her still carried some of Fu Chi's scent.
"Hmm, it must have slept with me for a while afterward." Xia Zhiyi touched the pillow next to her, then sniffed it gently. After making this judgment, she got out of bed.
The two had already done more intimate things, so Xia Zhiyi didn't mind this little thing.
The reason he was able to fall asleep so quickly in Fu Chi's office was because he trusted Fu Chi a lot. This allowed him to relax in Fu Chi's territory and easily drift off to sleep.
After a good night's sleep, Xia Zhiyi felt refreshed. If the Power of the Plot were to appear before him now, he would probably receive a full-force punch from the plot.
Xia Zhiyi stretched her limbs, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, and looked down at the snowy cityscape outside, her expression calm yet somewhat indifferent.
When no one is around, Xia Zhiyi doesn't always maintain her gentle facade. Besides, this is Fu Chi's place, so he can relax a bit and it doesn't matter if he reveals a little of his true emotions.
Xia Zhiyi wasn't in a good mood right now.
No one would feel pleasant being targeted.
On the other hand, in those unexpected events that posed absolutely no threat to Xia Zhiyi, he also personally proved Fu Chi's earlier judgment—that it was very weak.
Moreover, she became weaker with each passing episode.
If it truly is the Power of the Plot at its peak, Xia Zhiyi wouldn't even be able to fight against it; just figuring out how to break free from the plot's forceful control would be a difficult task.
Perhaps this is because many of the preconditions were already broken before the story even began.
"The Way of Heaven is the Way of Heaven, and the plot is the plot. So, the fact that the plot can be weakened proves that it itself violates the so-called meaning of the Way of Heaven, right?" Xia Zhiyi murmured to herself.
At this moment, snow begins to fall outside the window. Snowflakes flutter and fall, occasionally landing on the windowpane, melting and disappearing before leaving any trace.
The specially designed glass prevents fogging from obscuring vision even when there's a significant temperature difference between indoors and outdoors. Xia Zhiyi gently placed one hand on the inside of the glass, remained silent for a moment, and then gave a bright smile, "Want to kill me?"
"Unfortunately, since you didn't deliver the fatal blow from the start, now no matter how much you struggle, it's all in vain."
"All I want is to survive."