The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

"Ling Chen, you've finally returned. I haven't seen you for so long; I thought you had resigned." Liang Zhao Hui patted Ling Chen's shoulder and said, "Let's go. The Chairman and the manager are over there getting a briefing. Let's go and take a look together."

Ling Chen nodded. The Chairman Liang Zhao Hui mentioned was Nanrong Wanqing, and the manager referred to Nanrong Hao. Nanrong Hao was now in charge of managing the family business and needed a suitable position. Because his experience was too shallow to oversee everything, Nanrong Wanqing initially arranged for him to serve as a manager, with plans to gradually elevate his status within the Hongyu Group as he gained experience.

Inside the office building of the production base, Ling Chen and Liang Zhao Hui arrived outside the reception room on the second floor. Before entering, they heard the sound of crying coming from inside.

Ling Chen glanced inside through the door and saw more than a dozen men and women of different ages sitting in the reception room, wiping tears from their eyes, faces full of grief.

No need to ask; it was clear these were the families of the victims.

"Everyone, we are all saddened by such an event, but we must remember that the dead cannot be brought back. We hope you will stay strong through your grief. Please rest assured that Hongyu Group will work together with the police to capture the perpetrator and punish them severely. Additionally, Hongyu Group will do everything in its power to handle the arrangements for the deceased employees."

It was Nanrong Wanqing speaking. Facing so many families, as the Chairman of Hongyu Group, she had to make a statement to reassure them.

"Nanrong Hao, do your best to comfort everyone. I'm going to check with the police about the situation." With that, Nanrong Wanqing walked alone towards the exit of the reception room.

At the door, Nanrong Wanqing suddenly stopped, her clear, beautiful eyes fixing on Ling Chen standing outside, unable to come to her senses for quite some time.

Their eyes met, and Ling Chen's gaze lingered on Nanrong Wanqing's exquisite face, feeling a wave of sadness rise in his heart. She had lost quite a bit of weight compared to the last time they met. Her tired and haggard appearance was evident in her eyes.

"Wanqing!"

After a moment of silent exchange, Ling Chen softly called out Nanrong Wanqing's name.

Hearing the familiar voice at her ear, Nanrong Wanqing bit her thin lip gently, her bright eyes welling up with tears.

"You've returned?"

Ling Chen nodded lightly and smiled, "I'm back!"

Standing nearby, Liang Zhao Hui glanced at Ling Chen, then at Nanrong Wanqing, and quickly made an exit, attempting to avoid disturbing the two.

After Liang Zhao Hui left, Nanrong Wanqing turned and walked towards the balcony behind the reception room, leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance. Ling Chen followed her, and looking at Nanrong Wanqing's slender back, he couldn't help but step forward and wrap his arms around her waist from behind, softly saying, "I'm sorry for making you worry during this time."

Feeling the warmth of Ling Chen's large hands, Nanrong Wanqing turned around, gazed directly into Ling Chen's eyes, and softly said, "As long as you returned safely, I don't care about anything else." After speaking, she couldn't help but ask, "Weren't you imprisoned? Why were you released?"

"It's a long story; I'll explain in detail when there's time. By the way, you shouldn't get involved with what's happening at the production base this time. I'll take care of it for you."

Upon hearing this, Nanrong Wanqing asked, "Do you know who was behind it?"

"More or less, although there's no evidence, I have my guesses. However, at this point, I'm still not sure about their whereabouts and purposes. Wanqing, try to stay home these days and reduce going out. I'm worried about your safety."

"My safety? Why?"

"Have you forgotten Zhu Hong? You're more aware than anyone of how he feels about you. But everything Zhu Hong owned was destroyed by us. Considering his character, do you think he would let it go? As far as I know, Zhu Hong has stayed in East Sea City and never left. For the sake of your safety, it's better to follow my arrangements."

"With you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Sister."

As they spoke, Nanrong Hao came over from the reception room. Upon seeing Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing embracing, Nanrong Hao was slightly stunned, quickly closed his eyes, and turned around, saying, "Brother Chen, I didn't know you were back. Don't be mad; I didn't see anything. Ahem! I still have things to do, so I'll leave now. You two carry on."

Hearing her brother's teasing, Nanrong Wanqing's face turned red, and she quickly pushed Ling Chen's hands away, asking, "Enough, don't leave! Tell me, what do you need?"

Nanrong Hao awkwardly smiled and said, "Sister, I just spoke with the families. Hongyu Group will provide some assistance, thirty thousand per family, and two million for the families of the deceased. What do you think?"

"Add an additional ten thousand per family, and especially for the families of the deceased, add one million more. After all, no amount of money can bring back a life."

"Alright, I know what to do."

After handling the compensation for the families, Ling Chen took Nanrong Wanqing back to the Rolls-Royce, and under the escort of several Range Rovers, they drove straight to Wealthy Manor.

Returning to the Nanrong Family, Ling Chen first went to visit Nanrong Yong. Some time ago, Nanrong Yong was attacked and nearly lost his life. Fortunately, he was saved just in time to preserve his aged life. According to Nanrong Wanqing, Nanrong Yong was in a coma for almost a month before waking up.

"Old man, how's your health?"

"I'm fine." Nanrong Yong waved his hand and asked, "Ling Chen, I haven't seen you around recently. What have you been up to?"

"Just had some private matters to take care of in Beijing. I just got back today."

Nanrong Yong sighed and said, "You're all adults now; you have your own thoughts about many things. At my age, there are things I'd like to manage, but I can't. Also, after experiencing so much, I've come to terms with things. I don't expect my descendants to achieve great things; being safe and sound is enough. Ling Chen, I know you are capable. Please take care of Wanqing and Nanrong Hao for me; make sure nothing happens to them."

"Don't worry, old man. If anyone wants to harm them, they'll have to cross over my dead body first."

After chatting leisurely with Nanrong Yong, Ling Chen returned to the villa where Nanrong Wanqing lived.

In the spacious living room, Nanrong Wanqing, having changed into loungewear, was sitting on the sofa, revealing her fair little feet, holding a remote, watching the news on TV.

Seeing her relaxed state, Ling Chen smiled slightly and walked over.

However, before Ling Chen could sit down, Liu Kun strode in from outside, looking troubled.

"Mr. Ling, Miss."

"Uncle Liu."

Noticing Liu Kun's expression, Ling Chen asked, "Uncle Liu, what's happened?"

"There's a guest outside who says they want to see you two."

"A guest?" Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing exchanged glances and asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"He said his name is Zhu Hong."

(Sorry, due to special circumstances today, I came back late to write, which is why the update took so long.)