I'll set aside everything else.

Just the long hair and beard alone are something Lin Xian absolutely couldn't accept.

"Could it be that the safe really isn't mine?"

Lin Xian pondered, chin in hand...

After so many attempts, he had truly tried all the 8-digit passwords he could think of.

All meaningful dates, dream times like 26240828, 0042, etc. ...all tried, even in reverse and jumbled order. [There are absolutely no omissions in the possibilities for dates].

Passwords are like this.

No one would set a combination that they themselves can't remember.

Especially for passwords composed purely of numbers, there must be a special meaning.

"If that safe really isn't mine, but belongs to another Lin Xian with the same name, then I'll never be able to guess the password in this lifetime."

Lin Xian yawned widely.

The continuous overtime work in the past few days meant that this kind of fatigue couldn't be recovered with just a day or two of sleep.

Just now, Lin Xian was forcing himself to sit up and sort out his thoughts.

Now that he stopped, drowsiness surged up like a flood, his eyelids too heavy to lift:

"I'll sleep first."

"I'll slack off at work tomorrow and think about it then."

...

The next day.

He went to work on time, moving bricks.

The whole company was filled with a festive atmosphere, like the New Year.

After the roaring success of the Rhine launch event, MX Company's various businesses experienced explosive growth. Everyone's salary received different levels of increase, so naturally, there was singing and dancing, a scene of prosperity.

These past two days, everyone had little work to do, all looking forward to the "Celebration Banquet" to be held at the Victoria Hall on Saturday night.

Victoria Hall is one of the top banquet halls in Donghai City, and that "one of" carries a lot of weight, basically being in the top three.

Zhao Yingjun booked the entire hall and invited all the employees of the Rhine project to participate in this luxurious celebration banquet.

The scale of the event was admirable.

But this was also reasonable.

The Rhine brand's pre-sale amount for just the debut moisturizing cream allowed MX Company to exceed its target for the first quarter of 2023 ahead of schedule... It hadn't even passed New Year's Day, and they had already completed the target for the first quarter of next year. It could only be described as brutal.

And Lin Xian, who was promoted as the "Father of the Rhine Cat," briefly became a fleeting internet celebrity.

But this attention was short-lived.

In front of the adorable Rhine Cat, who Lin Xian was didn't matter at all, and no one paid attention, just like no one knows who designed Hello Kitty.

He got on the elevator.

Lin Xian pressed the button for the 20th floor.

The logistics department had completely cleaned up his new office.

The elevator doors opened.

This floor was much quieter than the previous 17th floor.

Usually, only junior employees would come to this floor when reporting work to the deputy managers.

He walked into his office.

Looking at the various high-end decorations and layout.

Lin Xian was very satisfied.

Especially the size of the space, which included many facilities for meeting guests. A water dispenser, tea-making table, potted plants, and many other things were arranged.

There was also a bed in the lounge, the plastic film on the high-end mattress hadn't been removed yet, emitting a suspicious formaldehyde smell.

"I should ventilate it more..."

Lin Xian fully opened the windows in the lounge, then closed the door and sat in his brand new executive chair.

"Awesome."

The genuine leather soft-backed executive chair was much more comfortable than any ergonomic chair before. As soon as he lay down, sleepiness attacked, a slacking-off artifact.

After familiarizing himself with all the new gadgets...

Lin Xian sat up straight, twirling a pen, and considered the events in the dream yesterday.

He sometimes wondered.

Was he overthinking things too much?

If that safe really wasn't his, and CC was simply suffering from a personality split delusion.

Then.

Maybe these things had nothing to do with him at all, and he was just a passerby, stirring up trouble.

Logically speaking, this wasn't impossible.

But there was one clue that Lin Xian found very strange and couldn't ignore:

"[I have definitely heard CC's voice somewhere before; CC has also heard my voice in memory fragments.]"

"Are these two things just coincidental coincidences?"

Lin Xian couldn't convince himself.

If only one party felt that the voice was familiar, that would be one thing, but now both parties felt that the voice was very familiar, so things were definitely not that simple.

Actually, CC's side was better, at least she knew exactly what the middle-aged, bearded man with the same voice as him looked like.

But him...

He didn't remember when, where, or from whom he had heard CC's voice at all.

"Where exactly have I heard CC's voice before..."

Lin Xian closed his eyes and picked up a pencil to spin.

The last scene from yesterday's dream floated into his mind, CC unexpectedly turning back and smiling.

He thought this cold and fierce female assassin would never smile.

But he didn't expect her smile to be quite sweet.

Her eyes were curved and lovely like crescent moons, and she even had two small dimples. Unexpectedly, it quite matched Lin Xian's aesthetic.

The pencil in Lin Xian's fingertips stopped spinning.

As if guided by the gods...

He held the tip of the pen upright and began to sketch on the A4 white paper on the desk.

Shasha shasha...

Shasha shasha...

First, the outline of the face, a clear and distinct jawline, a delicate and rounded oval face.

The strands of hair around the ears.

Long eyelashes.

Smiling lips.

Eyes as curved as crescent moons, full of smiles.

Two small dimples on her cheeks were faintly visible.

The details were constantly being refined on the drawing paper.

CC's smiling appearance gradually became clear.

As Lin Xian drew, he sighed that his skills hadn't deteriorated... his sketching level was still so high.

Back when he took the college entrance exam, he went through the art student track, and his sketching scores were among the best in the province.

It was hard to say whether it was talent or hard work.

Anyway, at that time, in order to improve his sketching skills, Lin Xian studied in the studio during the day, and at night he would find a place to practice in his dreams. He was indeed completely absorbed in it during that period.

Shasha shasha.

Lin Xian's sketch was complete.

The girl on the paper had her hair neatly piled up behind her head, a crescent-shaped eye with a well-placed beauty mark, and a delicate face paired with a refreshing smile, lively and lovely.

Lin Xian drew this sketch very carefully. It looked like it could rival a black and white photo, even more three-dimensional than a photo.

Bang!

The office door was pushed open directly:

"Lin Xian, take this invitation to the celebration banquet to Professor Xu Yun."

Lin Xian looked up blankly.

He discovered that the visitor was Zhao Yingjun.

No wonder... Only she dared to enter anyone's office without knocking.

"Oh, okay."

Lin Xian got up and took the red invitation.

Zhao Yingjun lowered her head.

Looking at the sketch on the table... she nodded:

"The drawing is really good."

"Thank you."

"It's almost exactly like her."

???

Lin Xian took a step back, looking at Zhao Yingjun:

"Do you know who I'm drawing?"

Zhao Yingjun raised her head:

"Are you kidding me, Lin Xian?"

"Who in the entire Donghai business circle doesn't know who she is?"

She pointed to the cute girl with a flower-like smile on the drawing paper:

"Isn't that Chu Shanhe's daughter..."

"...Chu Anqing?"