Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  The headquarters of S.G Corporation were centrally located in an 88-floor high rise office building that was as tall as the clouds. Every inch of its exterior architecture and internal furnishings exuded extravagance and opulence.

  A man who was handsome and dressed in a collared black shirt and matching pressed trousers was holding a golf club, his stance casual as he gave a lazy swing of the club. Two people who looked to be executives, who were waiting to report their work, clapped when the golf ball entered the hole with just one swing.

  “Young Master Mu, your skills have improved again.”


  A loud sound ripped through the silence in the room and a ball landed on the sales manager’s forehead and he winced. Mu Sihan threw the golf club to the side and walked behind the office table. He picked up a document and threw it on the sales manager, its papers flying everywhere, “What the hell is this? This is your work report for the next quarter? I hired you with such a high salary to work, not to suck up to me.”


  “If you don’t increase the sales by 20% in the next quarter, you can kiss your job goodbye and scram!”


  The sales manager wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, his head bowed in submission. He did not dare to look up at the CEO, who was notorious for his foul temper and ability to throw one out of the company without notice, “Yes, yes, yes.”


  After he was done lecturing the sales manager, Mu Sihan looked at the marketing director, whose legs were shaking. He took a few photos from his table and threw them at him. “You. These are all of the candidates for our company spokesperson? Are you blind? All of them look identical, down to their sharp chins, big eyes and fake breasts. Do you think this is the congregation for the plastic surgery association?”


  The photos scattered on the floor were all top celebrities from the entertainment industry. They all had outstanding appearances down to their figures and popularity. The marketing director did not know why his CEO was still unhappy with the choices. They were the cream of the crop.

  “Young Master Mu, please give me a little more time. I will definitely find the most suitable spokesperson.”


  Mu Sihan scrunched his brows together and rubbed his temples, before slamming both hands on the office table. He could not control his temper anymore, “All of you, get out!”


  Moments later, the office regained its stillness after the two executives scampered out of the room. Mu Sihan glared at two offensive items on the table. The medicine that he had not touched since he threw them to the side, and his mobile phone that lay completely still next to it.

  His defined and long fingers reached over to get his phone. Swiping the screen of his phone, he opened the messaging application.

  He had added that woman’s Weixin six hours ago.

  However, she still did not appear in his group of friends on Weixin.

  It’s not good when a woman plays too hard-to-get!……

  Nan Zhi got a call from Qin Bingyu on her way back to the hospital, after she had finished filming a cooking video at Yanran’s house.

  “Zhizhi, my mom fell accidentally. I really want to bring her to the hospital but she keeps refusing to go. Can you do me a favor?” Qin Bingyu pleaded. Her tone was gentle, yet laced with a small tinge of begging and Nan Zhi could hear the worry in her voice.

  “Is Auntie Qin alright? What kind of favor? I will do what I can to help.”


  “My mom is working as a part-time helper for an old lady. The old lady said that her grandson was going back for dinner tonight and told my mom to prepare a few more dishes. However, my mom scraped her palms when she fell and I don’t know whether she broke any bones. She keeps insisting that she needs to prepare dinner at the old lady’s place as she’s afraid of losing her job.”


  Nan Zhi understood then what kind of favor Qin Bingyu wanted from her. She agreed easily, “Send me the address of the old lady’s house, then send Auntie Qin to the hospital quickly. Leave it to me.”


  Nan Zhi was usually clear and could easily distinguish between the ones she loved and the ones she she didn’t. For anyone who had ever been good to her, she would give her all to them if she could. There were not many people left who she cared about, Bingyu and Auntie Qin were a part of them.

  Nan Zhi took a taxi to go to the address Yubing had sent her as soon as she received it.

  The place that the old lady stayed in was an old and ancient courtyard house that was quiet, unique and elegant.

  Nan Zhi explained Auntie Qin’s situation when she saw the housekeeper in charge of taking care of the old lady and assured her she was capable of doing the job. After some basic instructions, the housekeeper brought her into the kitchen.

  Six dishes and one soup dish were placed on the large round table. The only thing missing was a fruits platter.

  Nan Zhi wiped away the sweat from her forehead. She was about to take a break when steady footsteps suddenly sounded from outside in the hall, following the sound of the opening door and some shuffling. She could hear the housekeeper’s voice trail over, “Young Master, you’re back.”