Today's KPI

Sea cucumber porridge, is known for its efficacy in nourishing the kidneys. Asking Huo Qing’ang to drink sea cucumber porridge was undoubtedly a public declaration to the entire nation—he was impotent. It was a blatant insult, no less.

As Huo Qing'ang's countenance darkened, Zhou Yan, who usually looked up to him with reverence, now with pity. "Mr. Huo, have you been too tired lately? Is that why your kidneys are not functioning well? I know an old Chinese medicine practitioner..."

Accompanied by her cautious voice, her gaze immediately dropped to his legs in puzzlement.

—What is it about Mr. Huo that doesn't work properly in that aspect?

Could this be the legendary case of before being burdened with great responsibility losing one's virility first...

Inside the CEO's private elevator, Huo Qing'ang, his eyes filled with a menacing look, glared at Zhou Yan. "Is he going to help me?"

Help?

Help him with work or help him have children—both were tasks that nobody dared to take lightly...

Zhou Yan hurriedly shook his head and retreated against the wall, avoiding his gaze. "No, no, no, I was just speaking out of turn."

After Huo Qing'ang exited the elevator, a wave of intense sympathetic looks followed him.

For a moment, people didn't know whether to pity Huo Qing'ang or his wife. But... was the woman carrying the thermos bottle outside really Mrs. Huo?

People turned pale, holding their breath as they followed Huo Qing'ang out of the building.

...

"Mr.Huo has finally arrived," Gu Pianpian, sitting in the middle of a small yellow car, reached out and patted Huo Qing'ang's shoulder as he approached. She raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. "Since I couldn't get into Mr. Huo's office, I had no choice but to resort to this."

Indeed, she seemed quite proud and provocative.

Huo Qing'ang had never encountered a woman who played by her own rules, leaving him somewhat at a loss. "Gu Pianpian, what do you want?"

"It seems that the volume of these megaphones is insufficient," she sighed as she handed him the thermos.

Next time, she would definitely switch to a louder megaphone...

Huo Qing'ang lowered his gaze: accepting it would prove his impotence; refusing it, Gu Pianpian would continue blaring the megaphones incessantly.

Caught between social stigma and an even deeper kind, he reluctantly took the sea cucumber porridge and glared at Gu Pianpian, "Come with me."

His deep voice carried a strong undertone of warning.

Gu Pianpian raised her hand, and those delivery guys immediately shut off the megaphone, swiftly disappearing from the Huo Corporation building.

As the two entered the elevator, the previously silent lobby erupted.

"No wonder, apart from Miss Song, he hasn't had any rumored relationships for so many years. It turns out there's something wrong with him."

"He doesn't look like it at all..."

"Dressed like a capable man, beneath the clothes, he's nothing."

"Mrs. Huo is a pitiful woman. On their wedding night, Mr. Huo was with a young model, then they found out Mr. Huo..."

In just half an hour, Gu Pianpian transformed from Mrs. Huo, the center of attention, into a sympathetic widow with her husband still alive, pitied by everyone.

Like a dream.

...

The elevator stopped on the 38th floor, offering a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Jin City outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in the office. The figure of Song Ci was nowhere to be seen.

Huo Qing'ang placed the thermos on the desk and questioned, "What's the matter?"

With a loud sound, the entire table trembled along with it.

Gu Pianpian turned around, her tone resolute, "I told you, whether it’s in the company's office, the underground parking lot, or by the lakeside in the suburbs, even in the small grove... I'm open to all of it."

"So horny, aren't you?" Huo Qing'ang moved closer, his hand encircling her from behind, like a vine wrapping around a tree, drawing her bit by bit into his domain, "Then I shall give it to you."

Gu Pianpian, almost unable to breathe because of her constricted ribs, said, "Didn't you the one who said that you would sleep in the office tonight? According to my arrangement, we’ll have to do it twice a day. Someone has to take the initiative, after all."

Huo Qing'ang suddenly realized that she was deliberately misconstruing his words. "Gu Pianpian, you are quite audacious."

"As long as Mr. Huo's technique is up to par, I can be even more audacious." Gu Pianpian raised an eyebrow, and her hand, which was resting on her waist, lifted her skirt slightly, revealing her fair and tender legs.

Huo Qing'ang remained silent.

He encircled her waist, lifted her, and headed to the nearby bedroom. Then, he set her down and swiftly turned around, locking her inside.

...

In fact, Song Ci had not left.

She hid under the table by the door, listening to everything.

After Huo Qing'ang and Gu Pianpian left for the adjacent room, she quietly opened the door and ran toward the parking lot as if escaping.

She had known Huo Qing'ang for five years.

In those five years, there had never been any other woman by his side except her. He had a severe aversion to women, and even if a woman got too close, he would struggle to breathe and then erupt in uncontrollable rage.

Even she couldn't get too close; there had always been a distance between them. The thought of him holding Gu Pianpian so tightly without any resistance and seemingly enjoying it made Song Ci feel extremely suffocated.

She absolutely could not let Huo Qing'ang be taken away by Gu Pianpian.

Her tear-filled eyes brimmed with determination and a surge of murderous intent...