With Xiao Konglin's help, Qin Feowan's handling of subsequent matters became even more efficient.
"Assistant Xiao, you truly are Ning Yi's right-hand man!" Qin Feowan finally took a breath. Now, all they needed was to await the results to hold the press conference as scheduled.
Xiao Konglin waved his hand, putting down the introduction copy for Qin's new skincare product. "Miss Qin's strategy is truly unexpected!"
After their mutual compliments, both of them revealed a smile.
Xiao Konglin glanced at the copy on the table again and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Truly the elder sister of President Qin.
Such vision, such perspective!
Even when facing the most unfavorable public opinion, she could still think of turning the tide.
When Qin Ningyi's call came again, he could finally reply with good news.
"Mm, cooperate well," Qin Ningyi instructed after listening.
Xiao Konglin smiled and promised. As he spoke, he saw people from the security center walking by in the corridor, their steps even cheerful. He casually asked into the phone, "President Qin, has Miss Huo received the computer?"
Earlier, when Qin Feowan gave her orders, Luo Chen, for the sake of prudence, had requested assistance from headquarters. Xiao Yuda had directly dispatched their ace.
Xiao Konglin still remembered the smile on Luo Chen's face after hanging up the phone earlier. That usually stoic, tech-nerd face was filled with admiration at that moment, and even Luo Chen's tone was laced with respect: "Director Huo will handle it!"
When Qin Ningyi heard Xiao Konglin inquire about Huo Rou, his tone softened slightly. "She should be at Xiao Yuda's. Have the people there cooperate properly."
Just as Xiao Konglin was about to ask for more details, he heard a kind and resonant voice from the other end of the line. He wisely ended the call, "President Qin, I'll go prepare for the press conference now."
On the other end, Qin Ningyi stood in the corridor, looking at Sun Zhiyuan and Chen Guochao in front of him.
The two of them must have just met. Sun Zhiyuan wore his usual gentle smile, while Chen Guochao's face was clouded with worry.
"I ran into Xiao Chao downstairs, he seemed to be in a hurry to find you!" Sun Zhiyuan hadn't visited in a while, and this was the first time he had encountered Chen Guochao, who had the same destination, at the hospital.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, seeing that Chen Guochao remained tight-lipped like a clam, he started inquiring about things as he headed towards the ward. "Has Old Master Qin recovered much today?"
After Sun Zhiyuan walked away, Chen Guochao rushed to Qin Ningyi's side, speaking eagerly, "What's wrong with Qin's?"
He knew Qin Feowan was temporarily in charge of the company, which allowed Qin Ningyi to free up his time to attend to matters here.
That's why he was so anxious when he saw the overwhelming public opinion online.
Qin Ningyi raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"Say something!" Chen Guochao nudged him with his shoulder. "Old Qin, is it serious? Should you go back and handle it?"
"My sister is here," Qin Ningyi said nonchalantly, clearly exhibiting a "I'm not worried, I'm completely at ease" attitude.
Chen Guochao, exasperated, swung a fist. "That's your sister! Aren't you supposed to protect her?"
Qin Ningyi dodged with practiced ease, his eyes still full of amusement. "My sister wants to pursue her career. These are all things she has to go through."
"She loves design the most. She can't handle this!" Chen Guochao punched the air.
A glint flashed in Qin Ningyi's eyes, his expression unreadable. "So what if she loves it?"
Seeing Chen Guochao frozen on the spot, Qin Ningyi smirked with satisfaction.
"I have my reasons..." Chen Guochao lowered his head, the earlier defiance gone. "Such a big matter, please help her... This is your company, isn't it!"
Qin Ningyi thought of Huo Rou, who had left in a hurry earlier. His wife was helping!
Chen Guochao was agitated by his attitude for a long time until Qin老爷子's voice called out from the ward, "The livestream has started!"
"Let's go," Qin Ningyi finally shifted his position and walked inside.
"Huh?"
"My sister's countermeasure." Qin Ningyi didn't look back. "Aren't you going to watch?"
Chen Guochao quickly followed.
On the television screen, Qin Feowan still had her short hair styled neatly. She wore a suit and sat on the stage. Even the dim winter light couldn't conceal the vibrant color of her red lips.
This was the first time he had seen her so openly since their last meeting.
On stage, she was calm and composed, but he could see the fatigue on her face and the bloodshot in her eyes.
She seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
Chen Guochao sat in front of the television, watching intently. His entire being was focused on the person on stage.
"Look at him, like a lovesick fool," Sun Zhiyuan said, nudging Qin老爷子. "It seems you don't have to worry about Miss Qin's marriage anymore!"
Qin老爷子 gave him a deep look.
Chen Guochao paid no attention to their interaction. He was solely focused on Qin Feowan as she calmly addressed the online doubts one by one. He watched as she produced experimental reports and read them out, her expression composed, yet her fingers unconsciously fiddled beneath her knuckles.
She was nervous.
Chen Guochao's own tension mounted with hers. And the place Qin Feowan subconsciously caressed...
Chen Guochao lowered his gaze, mimicking her gesture. His fingers went to beneath his knuckles, where there was a ring. He slowly turned the ring, his heart tightening with each rotation.
His heart felt as if it had been wrung dry of moisture, arid and painful.
"You can do it," he murmured softly, cheering her on, even though Qin Feowan on stage couldn't hear him.
Beside him, Qin Ningyi casually rested his arm on his other arm, his phone in hand.
Qin Ningyi's eyes were fixed on Qin Feowan on the television. The screen of his phone lit up, and in video mode, the camera was pointed at Chen Guochao's face, glistening with sweat and a little pale.
Professor Yao took the stage to explain the black technology behind Qin's Zhen Yan series. The press conference was clearly a success.
Qin Ningyi lowered his gaze, glancing at the phone in his hand, then at the ring on Chen Guochao's fingertip.
His sister, of course, he had to protect.