After the Divorce, I Unlocked a Perfect Life

"Just finished up. What’s going on?"

"We made some changes to the product, and it’s mostly done now. Do you want to come take a look? You can give me some pointers."

"Alright. Wait for me at the office."

"Okay."

After tidying up a bit, Lin Jiang left and drove to Qiu Yunong’s company.

When he walked in, he found the office was quiet. The employees had all gone home, leaving only Qiu Yunong.

"Brother Jiang, you’re here."

Seeing Lin Jiang, Qiu Yunong went up to greet him.

She wore loose, black, wide-leg pants and a white sleeveless top, exuding an icy aura that kept others at a distance.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qiu Yunong was like an aloof cat, indifferent to everyone.

But in front of Lin Jiang, she was like an eager puppy, proactively nuzzling up against him.

"Have all the employees gone home?"

"Mmm."

Qiu Yunong nodded. "Come, let me show you the upcoming product update. I feel like after this update, we should see a peak in user traffic."

She pulled Lin Jiang into a chair and sat beside him. A faint fragrance wafted over as she explained the product updates.

Some of the more niche categories were moved to less conspicuous spots.

Things like fitness, fashion, and dance—those communities were grouped together, with the main focus being on risqué content.

"This change should be about right," Lin Jiang said. "The rest will depend on throwing real money at it."

"Of the 10 million I gave you before, how much is left?"

"A little over 3 million," Qiu Yunong said. "But recently, our active user base has grown significantly, and ad revenue is much better than before. We should have enough money for the foreseeable future."

"Let me show you my account, too. I’ve gained a lot of followers in the dance section. But don’t worry," she added coyly, "I always wear proper clothes when I dance. Absolutely no risqué stuff."

He had previously borrowed Qiu Yunong’s account to mess with the Zhang Brothers. Afterward, he returned it to her, and she started using it as her personal account.

"You seem pretty excited. You want to film something again, don’t you?"

"No, no, absolutely not."

Qiu Yunong moved behind Lin Jiang, wrapped her arms around him, and leaned against his back.

"Even if I do film something, it’s only for you to see."

"Then what do you want to film?"

Leaning close to Lin Jiang’s ear, Qiu Yunong whispered, "We talked about filming a secretary series before, but we never did. How about we try it?"

"I’m guessing you didn’t ask me to come here today to look at the product, but to film this secretary series."

"Hey, work is important, but work’s over now. Naturally, we should do something else."

"Do something else? Like what?"

"Guess."

"I’m going to change. We’re filming the secretary series today."

"But I didn’t bring any equipment."

"It’s only for you to see anyway. A phone will work just fine."

To maintain a sense of mystery, Qiu Yunong walked out of her office and into the main workspace.

When she returned, Lin Jiang suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline.

Black form-fitting shorts, a tight white blouse, and legs wrapped in black stockings—the atmosphere was instantly charged.

After coming in, she slowly got down on the floor, her movements sensual and alluring.

"Sugar Daddy, are you satisfied with me wearing this outfit to work?"

"Fifty percent satisfied."

"And the other fifty percent?"

"That depends on your performance."

"Then I’ll do my best to satisfy you."

With that, Qiu Yunong climbed onto the desk and struck a series of poses, and Lin Jiang began filming his secretary series.

As he was filming, Qiu Yunong came over to Lin Jiang and quietly knelt down.

Lin Jiang put his phone aside. The rest couldn’t be filmed.

"Brother Jiang, don’t stop. Just make sure you don’t get my face in the shot."

"You’re okay with this?"

"It’s just... just..."

Qiu Yunong hesitated. "I want to see what it feels like..."

"The name of your company’s product is really fitting."

"What do you mean?"

"You really know how to play."

"Hey! I just want to see what it feels like. Don’t you laugh at me."

"Alright, let’s begin," Lin Jiang said, leaning back in his chair.

Watching the eager Qiu Yunong, Lin Jiang realized her curiosity was quite strong too, just not as deep as Jiang Xiaoqi’s.

"Nongnong, how’s work going?"

The sudden voice startled them both.

"Why is my mom here?!"

’What the fuck!’

’The bow was fully drawn, the string pulled taut.’

That one shout from Zhou Hejuan nearly made Lin Jiang piss his pants in fright.

"You should be more worried about what to do if she sees you like this."

Qiu Yunong glanced at the desk and dove right under it.

"Brother Jiang, just tell her I’m not here."

’Is she trying to do a shot-for-shot remake of a classic movie scene?!’

CREAK—

Zhou Hejuan pushed open the office door, a plastic bag in her hand. Inside were several containers of food.

"Aunt Zhou..."

Seeing Zhou Hejuan, Lin Jiang greeted her awkwardly.

Zhou Hejuan was also stunned. She never expected to run into Lin Jiang here.

But soon, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

’She hoped her daughter and Lin Jiang would get together.’

Now, Lin Jiang was in the office. Whatever the reason, it was a rare opportunity for them to spend time together.

"President Lin is here. Have you eaten tonight? Let’s have a late-night snack together."

"The product was upgraded and modified, so I came to take a look," Lin Jiang replied, his expression unchanged.

"That’s a good thing. You’re the investor, you should guide them in their work more often."

’The problem is, now that you’re here, I can’t do any ’guiding’ at all.’

"Where did Nongnong go? We were just talking. She said she was working overtime and hadn’t eaten. I happened to be out for a social engagement, so I brought her something."

"She..."

Lin Jiang’s mind raced, searching for an excuse.

"She took a call and stepped out. She might not be back for a little while. Why don’t you leave the food here, and she can eat it when she gets back?"

"She left you here and went out by herself? That girl has no manners."

Zhou Hejuan took out her phone. "Don’t worry, I’ll call her right now."

"No, no, no, you don’t have to—"

Before Lin Jiang could stop her, Zhou Hejuan made the call.

RING RING RING—

A phone started ringing from under the desk.

And in that instant, the world fell silent.

Zhou Hejuan’s expression turned a bit unnatural. She subconsciously glanced under the desk, where the sound was coming from.

"Didn’t she go out to take a call...?"

"She probably has two phones..."

"Oh, right, right, right. She does have two phones."

Zhou Hejuan placed the late-night snack she’d brought on the desk.

"I should get going. When she comes back, you two can eat together."

"Okay..."

After putting down the food, Zhou Hejuan quickly left.

She even closed the door on her way out.

"You can come out. Your mom should be gone."

Qiu Yunong crawled out from under the desk. "It’s over. My mom must have figured it out."

"So what if she knows? We’re all adults. These things are tacitly understood."

"It’s just so embarrassing! It feels like we were caught in the act."

"We forgot to lock the door. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened."

"I just didn’t expect we’d be filming the secretary series," Qiu Yunong said quietly.

"Brother Jiang... should we continue...?"

"Let’s not. Let’s eat instead. I’m actually a little hungry."

Qiu Yunong was extremely frustrated.

’Such a perfect opportunity, ruined by her mom.’

Qiu Yunong took the late-night snack out of the bag, placed it in front of Lin Jiang, and even separated the disposable chopsticks for him.

"Brother Jiang, go ahead and eat."

"You haven’t eaten either, have you?"

"You eat the food. I’ll eat something else."

With that, Qiu Yunong knelt down.

Ready to get some protein.

Over half an hour later, Lin Jiang had finished his meal, and Qiu Yunong was full as well.

She even let out a satisfied burp.

"This secretary series shoot went well. I’ll do some research, and we’ll film something different next time."

"Oh, I’m no good at thinking of these things. You’re the professional photographer, so you should decide. I’ll just cooperate."

"That works."

The work was done, and he headed home.

He drove back to Century Triumph. Just as he parked the car, he saw an incoming voice call from He Siyao.

’She probably got the contact information.’

But when he answered, a man’s voice came from the other end.

"You’re the one who wants to acquire the Haojie Clubhouse, right?"

Lin Jiang’s intuition told him something was wrong.

He glanced at the time. It was already past 11 p.m.

Someone with Dai Hongwei’s status wouldn’t call at this hour or speak with such a tone.

"Who are you, and why do you have her phone?"

"Who I am isn’t important. But I’m telling you, you’d better not have any designs on the Haojie Clubhouse. Be careful or you’ll get burned."