To Sink Into You - Chapter 30

Qian Randong paused, seemingly surprised by her request. A faint smile curved his lips. “Indeed, a significant matter. I’ll certainly handle it.”

Ming Qian nodded. “No need to go overboard. Just getting him fired will suffice.”

“No problem,” Qian Randong agreed readily. “Anything else?”

Ming Qian raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her face. “Is there anything else I could ask for?”

Qian Randong replied matter-of-factly, “I can’t possibly dismiss President Ming with such a trivial matter.”

“In that case…” Ming Qian mused, “I’d appreciate it if President Qian could investigate the Forced High Fever Agent for me.”

Qian Randong’s usually impassive expression flickered for a moment. “Forced High Fever Agent?”

“Yes,” Ming Qian confirmed, offering no further explanation. “Can you help?”

“Coincidentally,” Qian Randong said, tapping his slender fingers against the table, “I happen to have connections in that area. May I ask what President Ming intends to use this information for?”

Ming Qian’s lips parted slightly. “That’s for me to know.”

Qian Randong didn’t press further. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Chu’s Shancheng Pharmaceutical Company.”

Ming Qian’s delicate brows furrowed, her gaze darkening.

Chu’s Shancheng Pharmaceutical Company was one of the Empire’s largest pharmaceutical research enterprises, and also the company where Xiang Jianing worked.

No wonder.

Qian Randong stopped there, propping his cheek with one hand, a thin smile curving his lips. “Is this information satisfactory, President Ming?”

“Naturally,” Ming Qian replied, raising her wine glass with a nod. “President Qian, please.”

They exchanged a smile, clinked glasses lightly, and took a sip of red wine, settling their accounts.

After leaving the private room, Ming Qian pulled out her phone and sent a message to Ming Yang:

Mom, Chu’s Shancheng Pharmaceutical Company is suspicious. Investigate discreetly, but don’t alert them.

Received. I’ll notify the Investigation Team to follow up.

Good.

During Wen Yuxi’s time on set, Ming Qian continued her investigation into the Forced High Fever Agent, uncovering several new leads. Most of the agents came from unlicensed black market workshops, varying in composition and effects. Some caused lasting side effects, while others did not.

Regardless of side effects, the existence of the Forced High Fever Agent was exploitative to both Alphas and Omegas and needed to be eradicated.

Ming Qian found Wen Yuxi in the banquet hall, her smile warm and gentle. “Let’s go.”

Wen Yuxi’s eyes lit up, and she bounced over to Ming Qian like a little rabbit. “Did you finish your business?”

“Mm-hmm.” Ming Qian stroked her head affectionately. “You must have been waiting a long time. Thank you for your patience.”

Wen Yuxi grinned brightly. “It was no trouble at all! Let’s go upstairs and get our luggage.”

“Alright.”

Qian Randong gripped her wine glass, her cold, calculating gaze fixed on the retreating figures of Ming Qian and Wen Yuxi walking side by side. A flicker of amusement danced in her eyes.

The unapproachable Ming Qian has actually fallen in love? It’s like seeing an iron tree bloom—a once-in-a-century miracle.

A faint male voice called from behind her, “Madam Qian.”

Qian Randong turned, her expression indifferent, as if regarding a corpse. “Who are you?”

The terrifying pressure of an A-Class Alpha made Yin Rong’s legs tremble, but he couldn’t afford to waste this rare opportunity. He forced himself to speak, “Madam, I’m an artist from Leap Forward. My name is Yin Rong.”

“And?” Qian Randong had never cared about her own company’s employees. She casually sized up the male Omega standing before her, who was nearly as tall as she was. “What do you want?”

Yin Rong clenched his fists. With Qian Lang absent today, he had to seize this hard-won chance. “Madam, my… my High Fever Period seems to have started…”

Between Alphas and Omegas, the High Fever Period was a euphemism for unspoken desire—a tacit invitation.

Qian Randong’s light brown eyes remained impassive as she smiled. “Ah, I remember now. You’re one of Qian Lang’s.”

Yin Rong’s face paled, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. He took a daring step closer. “Madam, can you help me?”

“Help you with what?” Qian Randong lifted Yin Rong’s chin with the rim of his champagne glass, his voice languid. “You’re certainly handsome. Isn’t Qian Lang enough for you? Your ambition is quite… ambitious.”

Yin Rong’s heart leaped with hope, sensing an opportunity. He adopted the seductive expression Qian Lang adored. “I’ve always… admired you.”

“Admired?” Qian Randong’s lips curved into a smile, but the warmth didn’t reach his eyes. “You have a certain charm, but your brains leave much to be desired.”

Yin Rong’s smile froze. “You…”

“The key to success lies in self-awareness. Being overly ambitious without the skills to back it up is a fatal flaw,” Qian Randong said with chilling calm. “And you possess neither self-awareness nor the skills to match your ambitions.”

Yin Rong trembled violently. “Madam Qian, I—”

“Those who act recklessly must bear the consequences.” With a flick of her wrist, Qian Randong slowly poured the remaining champagne over his head. “Go back and beg Qian Lang. He might let you stay at the company—as an assistant, perhaps.”

With that, she tossed the glass aside, turned gracefully, and strode away. The crisp click of her heels on the marble floor echoed through the hall, sending Yin Rong’s heart racing.

It’s over.

He shouldn’t have provoked Qian Randong.

Desperate, Yin Rong clutched his head, overwhelmed with regret. He grabbed his soaking hair, his mind a tangled mess, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

What should I do? Will Qian Randong blacklist me?

Qian Lang was his only hope. He had to beg him to intercede!

Before the banquet ended, Yin Rong bolted from the hotel like a madman, hailed a taxi to the apartment Qian Lang had bought for him, and raced upstairs. With trembling hands, he fumbled for the key and unlocked the door. As he lowered his head, two pairs of men’s leather shoes on the entryway shoe rack caught his eye, and he froze.

Footsteps echoed from the living room. Yin Rong snapped his head up to see Qian Lang approaching shirtless, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face etched with suspicion. “Weren’t you at the wrap party? What are you doing back here?”

Yin Rong’s mind reeled. “Brother, did you… did you bring another man here?”

“Yeah,” Qian Lang replied, exhaling a smoke ring with a lewd grin. “What, you rushed back so eagerly? Want to join him in serving me?”

The last shred of hope in Yin Rong’s heart shattered.

Of course, how could I forget? Qian Lang is a heartless scumbag.

Qian Randong knew this all too well. Her suggestion that Yin Rong beg Qian Lang was a cruel mockery.

A deep-seated fear overwhelmed Yin Rong’s reason. If Qian Lang ever discovered he had tried to seduce Qian Randong, his very survival would be in jeopardy, let alone his career in the entertainment industry.

His life was utterly ruined.