SDS: Chapter 02

 The Big Shot Makes His Entrance


"Zhiyan, how long are you planning to stay in the country this time?" 

Qin Yulin tilted his head slightly, peach-blossom eyes glinting as he glanced at the man beside him.


Qin Zhiyan sat rigidly in the back seat of the car, his gaze fixed on the laptop screen balanced on his knees. 

The reflection of scrolling English project documents flickered across the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.


Sharp brows, a straight nose, thin lips, and a razor-edged jawline—

every angle of his profile was carved with icy precision, exuding an aura of untouchable aloofness.


Finishing his review in seconds, he snapped the laptop shut and handed it to his assistant in the front seat. 


"Cong Qiao, the proposal is approved. Proceed as planned."


"Understood, President Qin."


Only then did Zhiyan remove his glasses, 

turning to Yulin with eyes so deep and unreadable they seemed impervious to even the most captivating allure.


"The hardest part of the overseas expansion is done. If they still need me there, I might as well fire the entire team."


Yulin chuckled, clapping lightly. 

"Spoken like a true CEO. So, does this mean you’re back for good?"


Zhiyan gave a slight nod. 

"Grandfather isn’t getting any younger. I’d prefer to stay."


"You’re worried about him? With Madame’s health declining, he’s barely home—too busy doting on her."


"We don’t comment on elders’ affairs." 

Zhiyan’s tone frosted over.


"Right, forgot you were raised by him. Well, at least we’ll finally get to drink together again! It’s been years."


Zhiyan frowned. 

"Don’t drag me into your debauchery."


"Relax, I know my limits. Speaking of which… now that you’re back, shouldn’t you think about settling down? You’re 28—Grandfather’s mentioned it at least a dozen times."


"You’re 27. Why don’t you go first?" 

Zhiyan countered drily.


"If I got married, half the young masters in the capital would weep! Seriously though, you’ve been single since birth. What’s your type? Or are you really planning to die a monk?"


Zhiyan’s gaze sharpened. 

"Keep talking, and I’ll arrange a marriage for you myself. Let her shut you up."


"Noooo—spare me, CEO Qin! Fine, I’ll change the subject." 

Yulin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. 

"Guess who’s here tonight? Tang Keyi. Oh, the look on his face when he sees you…"


"Tang Keyi? Who?" 

Zhiyan didn’t even glance up.


"You forgot? The so-called ‘Number One Wastrel of the Capital’? The Tang family’s youngest heir who swore he’d marry you or stay single forever?"


A faint crease appeared between Zhiyan’s brows as he dredged up the memory from some neglected corner of his mind.


"Children’s nonsense. You actually take it seriously?"


"A ‘child’ three years your junior?" 

Yulin shot a pointed look at Zhiyan’s eternally stern face and gave up.


"President Qin, we’ve arrived," 

Cong Qiao interjected smoothly.


"Zhiyan! For you to come straight after returning last night—we’re honored. The old master was thrilled to hear you’d attend." 

The Han family head greeted him at the entrance, ushering him inside with effusive warmth.


Among the five great families of the capital

—Qin, Tang, Han, Li, and Chu—

the Qins had always led in wealth and influence. 

Under Zhiyan’s leadership, their empire had doubled, leaving the others in the dust.


Though young, his ruthless business tactics were legendary. 

Those who crossed him never recovered. 

No one dared underestimate him now.


"You flatter me. Paying respects to Elder Han on his 90th is only proper." 

Zhiyan’s tone was polite, but his expression remained indifferent, devoid of social niceties.


Unfazed, the Han patriarch smiled. 

"Let me take you upstairs to see him first. The banquet will begin shortly."


"Mn." 

Zhiyan followed, his entourage trailing behind.


"Keyi! I saw him! Qin Zhiyan’s here—my dad took him to see Grandpa first!" 

Han Qiuqiu rushed over, breathless.


"Qiuqiu, I’m freaking out!" 

Tang Keyi, despite the air conditioning, was sweating bullets. 

"You know his reputation! Companies that oppose him get obliterated. What if he punches me for all my big talk?!"


"You weren’t scared when you declared you’d marry him! Where’s your spine? Today’s my grandpa’s birthday—even he wouldn’t dare make a scene. The Tangs aren’t pushovers!"


"That was a drunken mistake! I didn’t think it’d go viral!"


"Keyi, you’ve used him as a shield for years. Worth taking a punch, no?"


Keyi straightened. 

"No! Touch my face and I’ll end someone! Every inch of me is priceless—especially my hair! I’m leaving!"


"And lose face? You’re here representing the Tangs! If you bail now, everyone’ll say you chickened out when your ‘crush’ finally showed up. This is the ‘Little Tyrant of the Capital’?"


Keyi’s jaw set. 

"...Fine. I’ll stay. But if he swings at me, I’m calling the cops!"


Qiuqiu gave a thumbs-up. 

"Truly… peerless."


"Zhiyan, I’ll leave you to it. You just got back—half the room’s waiting to schmooze you. I’ll wander." 

Yulin clapped his shoulder.


[Don’t see me, don’t see me…]


Zhiyan stiffened. 

"Yulin. Did you hear that?"


"Hear what?"


The voice vanished. 

"...Nothing. Must’ve imagined it."


As predicted, a crowd descended. 

But soon, guests noticed Zhiyan’s distraction…


"Apologies. Jet lag." 

The excuse sent them scattering.


"Sir, are you unwell?" 

Cong Qiao murmured.


"Do you hear… voices?" Z

hiyan pressed his temples. 

"Like someone whispering, ‘Don’t see me’?"


Cong Qiao paled. 

"President Qin… are you… haunted?"


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