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Chapter 111: I Miss Auntie's Black Stockings

Though she said otherwise, deep down, He Ling was content.

She loved the way Su Yan wrapped her in his warmth, making her feel as if she were floating in a sea of bliss. And when he kissed her, she couldn't help but respond eagerly, indulging in the moment.

"Aunt He, I swear, you're looking more stunning by the day."

"Stop... It's all because of you," she replied, playfully nudging him.

The next morning, Su Yan woke up feeling completely refreshed, lounging comfortably on the flat floor of Seaview One.

His mind buzzed with ideas. "It's time to take a trip to the cold country. There has to be a way to make some money while I'm there."

Su Yan thought about PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, but given the current state of domestic computers, the game wasn't widely accessible. The hardware simply wasn't up to par.

He mulled over alternatives. Maybe something more lightweight, like CrossFire, that didn't require high-end configurations. Once his own game development department was established, that would be a consideration. After all, in China, people didn't chase graphics as much as they did gameplay. The fun factor always took precedence.

The domestic gaming market was largely dominated by giants like Tencent and NetEase, but Su Yan knew that he, too, would soon step into that arena.

As for South Korea, he had already built quite a network of connections there. This trip wasn't just about pleasure; it was business. He would find a way to profit while he was in the cold country.

After he got up, Su Yan walked into the kitchen, where He Ling was already preparing breakfast.

"Aunt He, you're up so early." He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms gently around her waist.

Feeling Su Yan's ever-present energy, He Ling froze. "Xiaoyan, please... Auntie's really tired," she whispered, her voice pleading.

Su Yan chuckled. He knew she was at her limit and didn't want to push her further. "Alright, I'll have someone drive you back to the company later. From now on, you're officially the CEO. The company's all yours."

He Ling was stunned. The title of CEO... belonged to her now?

Was this a dream?

After finishing breakfast, Su Yan escorted her downstairs. The convoy was already lined up as per his instructions—Maybach, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, and Mercedes-Benz S-Class, all shining in the morning sun. Su Yan's personal King Maybach radiated a power that couldn't be ignored, its presence utterly commanding.

As He Ling was whisked away in one of Su Yan's Bentleys, she was still in shock. She... was now the president of a company?

It all felt surreal, especially when she thought back to the beginning—when Su Yan had simply come to her office to open an account. Now, she was living a dream she never could have imagined.

Just then, Zhang Xiaolong, coming down from upstairs, caught sight of Su Yan. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he spoke.

"Mr. Su, this... this is your fleet?" he asked, a hint of awe in his voice.

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