A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 8

“President Gu, this afternoon there is—”

The female voice cut off abruptly the moment the door opened.

A woman in professional attire with short hair froze at the entrance, the hand holding the documents beginning to tremble.

The man who reigned supreme over the business world, who was consistently stern and unyielding to those around him, was currently half-kneeling by someone’s legs like an aggrieved puppy, his eyes rimmed with red.

WHO IS THIS?!

Lin Qianya’s expression twisted for a split second; her footing faltered, and she nearly lost her balance.

Someone tell her! Who is this “puppy” who looks like he wants to fuse his entire being into the other person’s hand, rubbing against it while sobbing?!

She felt as if she could actually hallucinate the sound of a puppy whimpering!

Where is my President Gu?!

Si Ye, however, turned his head upon hearing the commotion. He glanced at the woman in the doorway, then back at Gu Mohan.

“Xiao Han, stop crying. Let’s handle your business first, okay?” Reaching out to wipe the tears from Gu Mohan’s face, Si Ye patted his shoulder and motioned toward the door.

“I don’t want to.” Gu Mohan pursed his lips, looking incredibly piteous. He looked exactly like a puppy terrified of being abandoned.

Lin Qianya: “…” ( ° ο ° )

“Be good. I’m not leaving,” Si Ye patted his back again.

Gu Mohan gave a small sniffle before standing up reluctantly, casually wiping his eyes. He forced his expression back to a state of calm, though his swollen eyes betrayed everything that had just occurred.

“Come in,” he said to the person at the door.

Lin Qianya immediately recovered from her state of shock.

“Hello, Mr. Rocheville,” she greeted the man who had been standing silently in the room, then walked in and placed the files on the desk.

“This is the new proposal. There’s a meeting this afternoon.” While waiting for Gu Mohan to finish reviewing the documents, Lin Qianya used her peripheral vision to size up the youth sitting on the sofa.

In the sunlight, the youth’s skin was as fair as fine warm jade. His features were exquisitely refined—strikingly beautiful, yet carrying an indescribable air of nobility, like someone stepped out of a painting. He was quietly watching Gu Mohan handle affairs with lightning speed.

There seemed to be an endless warmth flowing in those eyes, making it impossible to look away. Lin Qianya only took one glance, yet her heart began to race.

The subject noticed her gaze; Si Ye tilted his head and gave Lin Qianya an apologetic smile.

Lin Qianya quickly looked away, though her inner mind was like a herd of alpacas racing past.

It’s a guy! A guy! A guy!

What a beautiful boy!! Who is he?! AHHHH!

Her desire for gossip and curiosity had nearly reached its peak.

Gu Mohan closed the file and handed it back to Lin Qianya.

“Push back this afternoon’s meeting. In fact… push back all of this week’s meetings. I won’t be coming into the office. You all will be a bit busier this week; I’ll handle anything urgent online.”

Lin Qianya: “…” Evil capitalist.

“Understood. I’ll make the arrangements.”

“Mm. Triple pay this week.”

“YES SIR!!!”

A second before walking out of the office, she saw her President Gu scurrying back to the youth’s side. The rest of the scene was cut off by the closing door as Lin Qianya wobbled her way downstairs.

In the office just now…

Did I see President Gu acting spoiled?!

Thinking of the President’s swollen eyes from crying while he looked at those files, Lin Qianya shook her head violently.

This is too weird!

Who on earth is that person?!

“That’s essentially what happened with the past events. I only came out of the Tower two days ago. My body hadn’t adjusted yet, so I only came to see you today.” Si Ye summarized years of history in just a few words.

He was about to say more, but the words died in his throat the moment he looked at the man before him.

“Near death…” Gu Mohan sat there, stunned.

After a long while, he looked up at Rocheville, who had remained silent behind Si Ye. From the other’s calm expression, he realized something and asked, “Was it very painful back then?” Gu Mohan’s throat felt heavily constricted.

Si Ye was silent for a moment. “It’s in the past.”

Gu Mohan took a deep breath, his emotions suddenly spinning out of control. The fury and ferocity in his eyes nearly overflowed. “I’m going to f***ing kill them!”

“How dare they!”

Gu Mohan’s eyes were bloodshot, his light grey pupils clouded over. The muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly—a precursor to a total breakdown.

Si Ye grabbed the restless Gu Mohan to steady him.

He soothed him: “It’s fine now. If it weren’t for that incident, Rocheville wouldn’t have found the opportunity to get close to me, I wouldn’t have entered the Tower, and I wouldn’t have come back.”

“This is my own Karma. These matters can only be resolved by me personally. Be good, it’s alright.”

But Gu Mohan could no longer hear him. Fury and resentment had nearly swallowed his reason.

The person he had been waiting for had been right beside him, yet due to the Rules, they had brushed past each other time and time again. The Shi family and the Ji family were both families he had collaborated with; he’d had countless opportunities to meet Si Ye.

He finally understood why those “accidents” kept happening. He finally knew what those garbled syllables he used to hear were—it was the Rules preventing him from making contact.

This bull*** Rules and Fate.*