Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 151 - 148: The Answer Behind the Key Prop

A short sound first, followed by heavy breathing.

Guan Ailin did not expect the person beside her to suddenly take such an action. She was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth and widened her eyes to look at the man beside her.

Wen Nan appeared calm, holding a thin piece of tissue in his hand, "The coffee spilled. I'll help you clean it up."

With a "click," Guan Ailin, startled, hastily turned off the microphone, lowering her voice to chastise, "I'm in a meeting!"

9527: [Breathing time, accumulated 9 seconds, side plot completion updated to 3%.]

"Mm," Wen Nan nodded without changing his expression, his hands continuing to move, "You handle your meeting, I'll handle my cleaning."

Guan Ailin grabbed Wen Nan's hand and moved it away from in front of her, "Don't mess around."

In the meeting system, someone finally couldn't hold back, cautiously asking, "President Guan, is everything alright over there? If it's inconvenient, do you need to reschedule the meeting?"

Guan Ailin didn't immediately respond, turning her head to glare at the person beside her in warning.

Wen Nan retracted his hand, ceasing his disturbance—forcing her too much would lead to her ending the meeting directly, and he couldn't achieve 100% completion that way.

Seeing this, Guan Ailin reopened the microphone, "Nothing, a small bug flew into the office, already taken care of, let's continue."

The meeting attendees quickly moved on to the next topic—they put aside the previous issues concerning the confidential lab's bugs, instead targeting Erin Group's current weak market performance.

Revenue had declined for several consecutive quarters, and investors pointed fingers at Guan Ailin, an inexperienced young woman, claiming she was a blank slate in certain aspects, not understanding customer needs and even less the male market, causing product design and company positioning to be problematic from the start.

Guan Ailin argued logically, but the opposition bluntly suggested that they believed President Guan should relinquish her concurrently held CEO position to someone more experienced, suggesting Yang Jingyuan as a more suitable candidate.

This was the dagger at the heart of the matter.

Guan Ailin's expression immediately turned cold.

Knowing that further explanations were futile, as the opposition had already preconceived an answer.

In contemplation, a hand brushed her cheek.

Guan Ailin was startled, glancing sideways only to find the man beside her earnestly gazing at her lips, his fingertip gently pressing at the corner.

"It's not clean, there's still some on your lips."

"You..."

During work, after warnings, to still tease like this was behavior Guan Ailin couldn't tolerate, yet since the person was Ye Jiu, she couldn't find words to refuse, merely gazing at him in a daze.

Seeing Guan Ailin hadn't pushed him away, Wen Nan leaned in, kissing her directly on the lips, the faint taste of coffee spreading over the tongue.

"Mmm..."

9527: [Breathing time, accumulated 18 seconds, side plot completion updated to 6%.]

Glancing at the meeting interface on the computer, Guan Ailin regained some of her rationale, instinctively raising her hand, intending to turn off the microphone. However, at this moment, the voice of the elder investor emanated from the speaker beside her.

"President Guan? Are you still listening? What's that noise over there? What's happening?"

Recalling the words of doubt just spoken against her, Guan Ailin's fingertip, about to touch the microphone switch, pulled back.

Retracting her arm, Guan Ailin instead wrapped it around the neck of the man in front of her, closing her eyes, and deeply responded to his kiss.

The office was filled with sticky water sounds, repressed breathing, and muffled groans.

9527: [Breathing time, accumulated 30 seconds, side plot completion updated to 10%.]

9527: [Breathing time, accumulated 108 seconds, side plot completion updated to 36%.]

...

The meeting system had investors, management, and technical leads, all listening to the two-minute live broadcast from the CEO's office.

By this point, the veteran investor could no longer remain oblivious to what was happening on the other end, "This, this... you... Guan Ailin, what on earth are you doing over there? This is a group high-level meeting!"

He was so shocked he became incoherent, his voice escalating several pitches.

Though Guan Ailin wanted to provoke him, after following the rules for more than twenty years, she was unaccustomed to such rebellious actions. After embracing and kissing the man in front of her for a while, hearing the investor's swearing from the speakers and her own 360-degree surround sound breathing, she became so flustered, her heart raced quicker, and finally unable to bear it, she raised a slightly trembling hand to press the microphone switch.

At this moment, her fingers were caught, pulled back in front.

With a hint of coquettishness, Guan Ailin glared at him, but the redness on her face and eyes lacked any intimidation.

The kisses from across became increasingly lingering...

9527: [Breathing time, accumulated 300 seconds, side plot completion updated to 100%.]

9527: [Congratulations player! Successfully completed side plot 'Enchantment in the Office'!]

9527: [An additional reward of 500 attribute points will be awarded, to be settled after the trial ends.]

9527: [Congratulations player! You've obtained an additional item reward - Status Lock Card.]

Wen Nan finally released her lips.

Guan Ailin exhaled deeply, chest rising and falling intensely.

Wen Nan turned to the microphone, speaking softly, "Apologies, President Guan has more important matters to attend to with me, excuse us."

...

...

Five hours later.

Wen Nan lay on the spacious leather sofa, one arm holding Guan Ailin's soft body, the other resting behind his head as he gazed toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

Through the half-drawn curtains, the neon lights reflected in Wen Nan's pupils, like twinkling stars, shimmering gently.

Having gone a bit overboard earlier, Guan Ailin was now physically exhausted, sleeping soundly on Wen Nan's chest.

Afraid of disturbing her, Wen Nan dared not move his body, so he lay still, pulling out a video from the system in his mind, starting to review it carefully.

It was a video recorded when Wen Nan had quietly entered the confidential lab after spending a night with Guan Ailin in the Joy House last time.

The discrepancies in the verification of key items in the second and third mainline missions had been on his mind, he felt that the answers he sought resided in that lab.

In the footage, Wen Nan walked past rows of storage shelves, casually picking up a metal box connected by a data cable, only to set it back down after a glance. Then, he moved to the corner desk used by the administrator.

Beside the desk was a folding chair, a desk lamp at the corner, and at its center, a mug alongside two pens.

Seeing this, Wen Nan squinted his eyes.

The problem... was indeed here!