King's return

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were open a crack, and the pale gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, faintly like a woman's dress.The cold moonlight came in and reflected on the white furniture walls and tiles, making it pale and scary.

Yinfeng whimpered slightly and echoed in the wide hall, and the wind chimes in the corridor on the second floor made a hoarse and sharp sound like broken strings, which pierced the eardrums strangely and scratched the hearts of the people.

There seemed to be very light footsteps stepping on the corridor on the second floor, and finally stopped slowly outside the door of the first room on the left - Lin Yanxiu's room.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and a dim and bewildered light faintly peeked out from the crack of the door below, which seemed to be a silent invitation or a temptation...

However, this thin door is like a moat.

A keyhole beneath the doorknob is the only access to privacy, just big enough for a prying eye.

The eyes moved closer to the keyhole, and closer—

The wind seemed to be getting stronger and more urgent, Rong Jian felt a little cold, and frowned slightly.

He was keenly aware of a pair of eyes peeping at him in the darkness, the eyes were extremely hot and lingering.

When Rong Jian was shivering from the cold, he finally opened his eyes, and then, he saw Lin Yanxiu's enlarged version of Wanniang's face.

Lin Yanxiu changed into a dark blue suit. He was tall and tall, with neat and unobtrusive black hair. The silver tie added a touch of solemnity to him, which was perfect. Of course, the premise was to ignore his gloomy expression and weird movements at the moment.

The man was holding the quilt that was taken off Rong Jian's body with both hands, his slightly narrowed eyes were looking down on Rong Jian who was curled up on the bed with a dangerous look.

If Boss Lin's expression appeared in the OP company, I'm afraid the employees and subordinates around would not even dare to breathe loudly, let alone look at him or even sleep on the bed.

It's a pity that under Rong Jian's sleepy eyelids, that guy still looks like a resentful woman, or in other words, the resentful woman before the explosion.

"...Cold." Rong Jian looked at him and said calmly.

The four eyes met, and there was lightning and thunder.

"You bastard! You're going to be late!!"

With this stern roar, the perfect image of Boss Lin with distorted face instantly collapsed.

The sky is bright outside, and the spring breeze is warm.

The Porsche was speeding on the overpass, Fang Tong sweated and overtook one car and passed the other in fear, looking for the dawn in the cracks.

He would rather face the thrilling drag racing than turn around and face the face of the boss who may erupt at any time.

The little assistant peeked at the rear mirror, but saw the culprit, Rong Jian, sitting in the back seat, drinking Wangzai milk leisurely, and suddenly felt a sense of awe from the soles of his feet.

The mirror reflected Rong Jian's indifferent and condensed side face, his short black hair was trimmed to the temples like a knife, and the coat was the black windbreaker that Lin Yanxiu chose for him.

He sat there silently, his lips were straight and slightly pursed, and his dark eyes were deep.

Looking at this profile, Fang Tong almost thought for a moment that the banner of the OP technology stream from before had returned.

However, the next moment, Fang Tong caught a glimpse of Rong Jian calmly stuffing the empty can of leftover milk into Boss Lin's hand.

The little assistant gasped in horror, loosened the steering wheel in his hand, and almost hit the rear of the truck in front of him!

At the critical moment, Fang Tong, who was finally rescued from a series of serious rear-end collision accidents, wanted to cry without tears. He swore he would never peep and look in the mirror again. His fragile little heart couldn't bear it!

"Fang Tong, what are you doing!" Lin Yanxiu, who passed by the car accident, was still calm, frowned, and glanced at Rong Jian from the corner of his eye, who still had no superfluous expression on his face.

"Boss Lin, I'm sorry! I slipped my hand just now..." Fang Tong wiped his sweat.

Lin Yanxiu leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and said, "Drive carefully."

Fang Tong heard a screeching sound of twisted metal behind him, guessing that the empty jar was probably used by Mr. Lin to vent his anger, and the little assistant shrank his neck sharply.

This not-so-short thrilling journey finally came to an end, and the three of them arrived at the Kellys Hotel within 10 minutes of the opening of the press conference.

Fang Tong placed the wheelchair neatly, and Lin Yanxiu walked around to the other side to open the car door, got the person out and sat on the wheelchair.

"Don't talk, don't be nervous..." Lin Yanxiu looked down at Rong Jian with an indifferent expression, and immediately understood that his worries were unnecessary.

"Boss Lin, Mr. Rong, you're finally here!" A man at the hotel entrance saw the three of them, and immediately trotted up happily to meet them. He was Takagi, the PR manager of OP Company, and one of the few people who knew about Rong Jian's amnesia.

"How's the situation inside?" Lin Yanxiu didn't push Rong Jian's wheelchair himself, but gave it to his assistant Fang Tong.

Takagi showed a wry smile: "Fortunately, Mr. Lin, you arrived in time. If you don't come again, you will be fried. This time, there are not only various newspapers and TV media present, but also representatives of other game companies who came uninvited, people from WT company here too."

Fang Tong smiled and said: "The timing is too coincidental this time, it happens to be stuck at the time of registration for this year's NGC. Originally, if Mr. Rong hadn't recovered, I'm afraid that the champion WT company this time would have the chance to win. The promotion of online games can just catch this ride..."

Lin Yanxiu interrupted him with a sneer: "It's not that simple. Don't forget that the champion of the national league can participate in the Asian regional competition as a seed player. WT's surname Lu is very ambitious."

Takagi frowned and asked in a low voice: "Lin always said... a global e-sports game competition every three years? Does the WT company have this level?"

Fang Tong laughed dryly: "Probably not, domestic professional game masters are generally not very competitive internationally..."

Lin Yanxiu put one hand in his trouser pocket, strode ahead, and said with a sneer, "How do you know there is no 'individual'?"

The little assistant was immediately speechless, pushed Rong Jian from behind, glanced at the man who had remained silent all this time, and secretly regretted that if the accident hadn't happened, Mr. Rong might have become one of the "special" is it...

The venue was located in the luxurious meeting room on the second floor, and the continuous sharp questions and doubts could be heard from a distance.The host tried his best to maintain the atmosphere in the venue, but the smile on his face was becoming more and more stiff.

Among the row of chairs on the stage, only the two protagonists of today are vacant in the middle.Facing the whispers from the reporters and the media, as well as the tricky and sarcastic remarks of other competing companies, several senior executives present at the OP secretly gritted their teeth.

"It is said that Mr. Rong Jian became a vegetable after a car accident. Is it true?" a reporter from a gossip tabloid asked.

"Of course it's not true. In fact, Rong Jian's leg was only injured, so he has been recovering in the hospital."

"Oh, so now that Mr. Rong has been discharged from the hospital, does that mean he has fully recovered?" Immediately another reporter asked.

"This..." The executive was still thinking about how to explain the wheelchair later, but was interrupted again.

"It is said that the car accident caused Mr. Rong Jian to lose his memory and become physically disabled. Is it true?"

"That's malicious slander!"

"Other professional game masters under the OP company have mediocre results in the past six months. Is there only one Rong Jian in your company who can do it?"

"The participation of new online game players has been suppressed by WT company. What do you think?"

"May I ask if Mr. Rong's game level has returned to its peak state? Will he sign up for this year's National Professional Game Competition? Are you sure he can win the championship?"

One after another, the high-level executives were almost overwhelmed.

In the midst of the commotion, someone suddenly asked loudly: "Why is President Lin of OP Company and Mr. Rong Jian late together? It is said that they are living together. Is it true?"