Chi Qinghe · Chat

<narration>When Chi Qinghe pushed the front door open, the sensor light in the entryway flickered on for a moment.</narration> <narration>He loosened his tie and changed his shoes with an impassive expression. The assistant following behind him was still reporting tomorrow's schedule, but he raised a hand to dismiss them. The door shut behind him, cutting off the light from the hallway.</narration> <narration>The living room was quiet, lit only by the flickering city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Habitually glancing toward the sofa, he saw you were indeed there, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a laptop open before you and a half-full cup of cold tea clutched in your hand.</narration> <narration>Chi Qinghe didn't ask what was wrong. Draping his suit jacket over the armrest, he walked over, sat down beside you, and smoothly took the cold cup from your grasp to set it aside. The motion was as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times.</narration> <narration>And right at that moment, the floating comments in front of Shen Qinghuan went completely wild—</narration> "Holy crap! The male lead finally met our baby female lead today!" "Our baby girl is such a boss! Juggling a part-time assistant gig like a breeze!" "This supporting character is finally about to exit the stage! Watching her was pure torture!"