Ouyang Jinghui smiled but didn't answer. He always felt that Jiang Yi had a hidden edge—but that thought stayed in his heart, unspoken

It would have been perfectly normal for them to meet at the residence, but things are different when both men are used to marking their own territory and never mix business with personal matters, and aren't good at keeping up appearances in private. For example, the chairman of Longtai might tuck a blanket over someone, and a top designer might fall fast asleep on someone else's couch, reading their books. Fundamentally, they are two kinds of people, but at their core, they are similar.

Jiang Yi had a hunch: aside from work, it would be best if he and Ouyang Jinghui had no further, deeper contact. Even living under the same roof, he still found it uncomfortable to actively show closeness to someone he barely knew, especially since he had such an unusual feeling toward Ouyang.

Whenever he had something on his mind, Jiang Yi would suffer from insomnia. Tonight, having switched beds, he felt even more unsettled. In the dark, he went downstairs for a glass of whiskey, but halfway down the stairs, he saw that someone was already there. The dim yellow light fell on the right side of Ouyang Jinghui's face, casting a mysterious shadow under his eyes and leaving a perfect silhouette on the wall. Wrapped in a dark cotton shirt, he sat alone at the bar, staring at his laptop. Jiang Yi suddenly felt a pang in his chest—an old anxiety, like a flood washing away his usual clarity and sharp judgment.

Ouyang, obviously sensing the footsteps, looked up. Jiang Yi had no choice but to walk over. "Am I interrupting?"

"Just admiring your performance at the meeting," Ouyang said with an exaggerated turn of his head. Even though his eyes seemed sincere, a man like him always had a deeper motive behind any gesture—it was impossible to tell if he was being genuine.

"Oh?" Jiang Yi, puzzled, walked closer and burst out laughing when he saw the laptop screen. "I didn't realize I was so photogenic."

"My secretary sent me the meeting footage. I thought I should pay attention to every development."

"So, any suggestions for improvement? I mean, regarding the project."

Ouyang gave Jiang Yi a meaningful look, then abruptly changed the subject. "Want a drink to wake you up?"

Jiang Yi noticed another difference between them: Ouyang was adept at subtle detours, while he himself preferred to go straight to the point.

For the next hour, they exchanged ideas about the meeting, highlighting key points for further review. As Jiang Yi pondered one suggestion, Ouyang suddenly closed his laptop and explained, "This is already an exception—discussing work in private time."

Jiang Yi realized this wasn't his style either. "Right, but I'll take your suggestions seriously and make the necessary changes."

"I think we agree."

Jiang Yi's heart swelled. Fatigue flickered in his clear eyes as he prepared to go upstairs, away from the inexplicable restlessness. "I should get some rest."

"I'm still jet-lagged. I'll stay up a bit longer. You go ahead." Ouyang patted Jiang Yi's shoulder, picked up his glass, and headed to the kitchen. As Jiang Yi climbed the stairs, Ouyang popped his head out and asked, "Want a midnight snack?"

"No, thanks."

Honestly, Jiang Yi never would have imagined that he and Ouyang Jinghui—two people from opposite ends—would have a heart-to-heart in the middle of the night, even if it was about work. The situation was remarkable.