Shocking Occurrence.

A few hours earlier in Country C...

The gleaming, spotless marble floor reflected Assistant Chen's refined figure. His sharp, angular form moved swiftly, one hand holding Yuhaung's latest cell phone model and the other clutching a black folder. He hurried toward the President's office, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

"Brother Chen, why the rush?" came a voice.

At Yuhaung, it was no secret that Assistant Chen and the President had been inseparable since childhood, having attended the same kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and even university in Country N.

Despite his prestigious family background, Assistant Chen had always chosen to stand by the President, forsaking his own family's legacy. Their friendship was unshakable, transcending the usual bounds of business relationships formed solely for gain.

That's why, except for the older, more experienced superiors, everyone addressed him as "Brother Chen," giving him the respect and honored as the President's best buddy. 

Chen Hao flashed a smile and waved the phone. "The President's call."

He reached the entrance of the President's office as they spoke. Raising his hand, he knocked twice.

When there was no answer, he turned the handle and stepped in.

"President Han."

The office was a luxurious suite, consisting of two rooms and a hall. The furniture, chosen in white and gray tones, was sleek and modern, embodying a minimalist European style. A smoky gray porcelain desk was paired with a black swivel chair, positioned before a series of French windows. Through them, one could gaze out over the sprawling city below.

No response came from the room. Chen Hao's gaze shifted toward the direction of the master bedroom.

As expected, the door was slightly ajar.

"Little Chen, are you there? Have you found Xiao Jue yet?" came Grandpa Han's voice through the phone.

Chen Hao smiled helplessly at the sound of Grandpa Han's impatience. The elderly man had little patience when it came to his grandson.

"Yes, Grandpa." Chen Hao placed the folder on the desk. "The President seems to have gone for a bath after staying the night." He glanced toward the master bedroom, where the sound of water running could be heard.

Grandpa Han sighed through the call. "Is the house haunted, or does that brat have no sense of time? I didn't redesign the ancestral home just for his comfort!"

Chen Hao could only smile helplessly. His President was too much of a workaholic. He wouldn't go home until all the necessary paperwork for the next day was done. Even if he did, he might not sleep well.

This work ethic was a trait inherited from Uncle Han and Grandpa Han—both notorious workaholics. If they weren't, they wouldn't have built the Yuhaung Group from a small company to the leading corporation in Country C and the international market.

Creak—

"Seems like the President's here, Grandpa," Chen Hao said, glancing up as Han Jue stepped out of the bedroom.

After his shower, Han Jue looked like a masterpiece sculpted by the gods. His sharp features were even more striking, his piercing eyes radiating an enigmatic charm. His white shirt complemented his fair skin, making him appear even more stunning, putting many famous actors and actresses to shame. The golden rays of sunlight streaming through the windows made him sparkle, his presence overshadowing everything else in the room.

Chen Hao sighed inwardly. Sure enough, his President was a "man-fatal." He wondered, where would Han Jue find a woman who could stand beside him, equally stunning?

"President Han, it's Grandpa Han." Chen Hao stepped forward and handed him the phone.

Han Jue nodded, taking the phone as Chen Hao swiftly exited the office to attend to other matters.

"Yes, Grandpa," Han Jue answered, his voice deep and masculine, with a charm that could enchant any woman.

"You brat! Why didn't you come home last night?" Grandpa Han's voice boomed through the phone, steady and strong despite his age.

"Your project," Han Jue replied curtly, settling into the chair as he skimmed through the papers Chen Hao had brought.

Grandpa Han fell silent. Well, he couldn't scold his grandson anymore, not when he was the one who assigned him the task of demolishing buildings on Street X due to the growing crime and poverty in the area. The plan was to rebuild the area and provide better housing for the common people.

"Ahem." Grandpa Han cleared his throat, shifting the conversation. "I'm heading to Country M to visit an old friend. It's been two years since we last met." His tone softened when mentioning his friend.

"Which friend?" Han Jue asked, still skimming through the papers Chen Hao had brought.

"Your Grandma Jian!" Grandpa Han answered cheerfully. "Remember her? She was the one who used to visit you every birthday before you went abroad for studies."

Han Jue's brow furrowed. That was from 13 years ago when he was just 12. He faintly remembered an elderly lady with streaks of silver in her hair, always rubbing his head, much to his annoyance. But her eyes always crinkled with a kind smile.

There was also a little girl, shy with a gentle smile, who came along. She would sit beside him and talk for hours about her dolls.

"Remembered," Han Jue replied, glancing down at the documents before signing them off.

"Yes! I want to meet her." Grandpa Han's excitement made his voice sound younger.

"I'll come." Han Jue paused in his actions. "Enemies out there. Safety matters."

Grandpa Han fell silent again. Would it kill his grandson to say more than three words? He cherished his words like gold. He couldn't remember his son or daughter-in-law being so stingy with speech. Where had he inherited it from?

"Fine!" Grandpa Han grumbled, then hung up.

Tut. Tut. Tut.

Han Jue calmly set the phone aside and returned to his work.

Country M.

At the Ocean Pearl Hotel, Han Jue picked up the keys for two VIP suites from the reception desk. He handed one to Grandpa Han and kept the other for himself.

"See you at dinner, Pa," he said, dropping Grandpa Han off at his suite.

"See you, son." Grandpa Han nodded but reminded his grandson, "Wear something casual tonight, not those expensive office suits."

Han Jue nodded obediently and headed to his own suite.

After dinner, Han Jue returned to his room. Meanwhile, Grandpa Han snuck out, hailing a cab.

He was heading to the hillside park, a place he used to visit with his old friend, Jian, when they were younger. It had a beautiful view of the night sky and the stars.

However, on the way there, he was tragically hit by a car in a hit-and-run orchestrated by old enemies who got the wind of his presence in Country M.

Using his last bit of strength, he managed to dial Han Jue's number and inform him of the situation before losing consciousness.

He awoke later, feeling gentle nudge on his injured shoulder. Blurry vision revealed the faint outline of a little girl with bright black eyes and a delicate face. But the overwhelming pain soon pulled him back into darkness.

When Han Jue received the call, he urgently opened his laptop, his eyes scanning the web of complex codes and data on the screen. He quickly tracked his grandfather's phone, pinpointing his location on Hunan Street. Using the street cameras, he saw his grandfather being taken away by a woman in a taxi.

He noted the taxi number and traced its location, soon identifying the hospital where his grandfather was taken. Without wasting a moment, he grabbed his coat and rushed to the hospital, his subordinate in tow.

However, when he arrived, he encountered something completely unexpected—a shocking occurrence that rendered his 25 years of experience useless!

He could hear the thoughts of the woman who had taken his Grandpa to the hospital!

Was he losing his mind from overworking, or was it a psychological issue?