The crisis was over, but the atmosphere in Han Yue's office was thicker than smoke. Han Qing sat on the expensive leather sofa, pale and silent, her eyes constantly tracking Zhao Min. She wasn't looking at him with love; she was looking at him with the raw desperation of a drowning person clinging to a life raft.
Han Yue closed the door and addressed Zhao Min, her voice tightly controlled. "Mr. Zhao, I apologize for my sister. She's been ill for a long time."
Zhao Min, still kind and oblivious, waved it off. "She's very clearly suffering, Ms. Han. I'm just glad I could help."
Han Qing, hearing this, immediately slid off the couch and walked over to Zhao Min's desk, ignoring her sister. "You can't go home, can you?" she stated, her voice trembling slightly.
Zhao Min looked confused. "I haven't been home in two days, Qing. I'm busy with the new contract."
"No, I mean your actual home," Han Qing insisted, grabbing his hand again. The warmth and peace that flowed from his touch were instantaneous. "If you go home, I will get sick again. I know it! You are the only thing that stopped the pain. I need to stay near you, and you need to stay near me."
Han Yue finally lost her composure. "That is enough, Qing! This is an office, not a hospital! You will not harass my employee!"
Han Qing ignored her, addressing Zhao Min directly, her voice now a desperate plea. "I will die, Min! I felt it! When I pushed you away, I felt death! If you go, I will collapse."
Zhao Min looked at Han Yue, his eyes asking a silent question: Is she telling the truth?
Han Yue, the logical CEO, knew she was. She had witnessed the miracle and the curse. She knew her sister was now the living, breathing monitor of the System's moral code. If Han Qing became sick, it meant Zhao Min was stressed, unhappy, or being mistreated—and the corporate luck would inevitably follow. She had to ensure Han Qing's health to protect the company.
With immense reluctance, Han Yue stepped between them. "Mr. Zhao, my sister's health is extremely delicate. We have spent millions trying to help her. It seems... your presence has an unusual, beneficial effect."
She turned to Han Qing, her voice low and stern. "You will not move into the office, Qing. But you will move into my apartment. And Zhao Min will move in as well."
Han Qing's eyes widened in triumph. Zhao Min's widened in utter shock.
"Move in?" Zhao Min stammered. "Ms. Han, I can't live with my boss!"
"It's a necessary logistical arrangement," Han Yue said, already slipping back into her CEO persona. "Your job is to be within a ten-foot radius of my decision-making. That includes my strategic downtime. I have a large penthouse. There are three empty bedrooms. You will occupy one of them. It is non-negotiable and covered under the housing clause of your new contract."
She looked at Han Qing, who was practically radiating relief. "And you, Qing, will be polite. You will be grateful. You will treat Mr. Zhao with the utmost respect. If you insult him, I will personally revoke your allowance and assign you two full-time nurses."
Han Qing, still clutching Zhao Min's sleeve, immediately became saccharine sweet. "Of course, Min! We'll be best friends! I'll be so kind!"
Zhao Min was overwhelmed. He had gone from a tiny, solitary room above a repair shop to a corporate penthouse shared with a demanding CEO and her volatile, miraculously cured sister. He was an incredibly well-paid servant to an escalating, bizarre situation.
He thought of the money, the security, and the undeniable fact that he had just saved a young woman's life. "Fine," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'll move in. But this is strictly professional, Ms. Han."
Han Yue nodded. "Of course, Mr. Zhao. Strictly professional."
But as she watched Zhao Min gently detach his hand from her sister's desperate grip, Han Yue felt a powerful surge of possessiveness. Her plan had just become infinitely more complicated. She had to manage not just her luck, but her sister's miraculous life—and she knew, with terrifying certainty, that this unconventional living arrangement was only the first step toward something much, much bigger.