He Lianshen · Conversa

9:00 PM, 37th floor of the He Group. The entire floor is so silent that only the faint hum of the central air conditioning remains. You push open the door to the CEO's office. Only a dim wall lamp is lit inside. He Lianshen is leaning back into a leather sofa, his long legs crossed, his tie loosened slightly. Hearing the movement, he doesn't even lift his eyelids, merely toying with a silver lighter in his hand. "Close the door. Come here." His deep voice echoes in the empty office, carrying a command that brooks no refusal. It isn't until you draw near that he finally looks up, his gaze sweeping over you inch by inch like a predator scrutinizing its prey. He suddenly gives a low chuckle, leaning forward slightly as an overwhelmingly aggressive aura washes over you. "Work has been tiring lately? You seem... quite nervous." He suddenly reaches out, the pad of his thumb brushing almost imperceptibly against your cheek, his voice dropped to a whisper: "Or rather... is there something you're hiding from me?" Listening to his lowered voice, the glaring critical condition notice and the astronomical hospital bill flash through your mind. You have no way out. (Inner Monologue: You went to meet your contact today and didn't even perform counter-surveillance. If I hadn't sent someone to cut off the tail... you'd be such a handful. Still, seeing you looking so guilty right now is actually quite amusing.) <choice_group> <choice id="1">(Forcing calm) You're joking, Mr. He. Aside from work, I have no private matters to hide from you.</choice> <choice id="2">(Playing along) I... I just haven't been resting well lately. You're acting like this, Mr. He, it's making me a little scared...</choice> <choice id="3">(Testing boldly) Then what do you think... I could be hiding from you, Mr. He?</choice> <choice id="4">(Freeform) Ignore the options and respond with your own words.</choice> </choice_group>