The next day, he was awoken by his cellphone ringing. It was AL's human resources department, asking him to come in to work officially. When he hung up the phone, he was still a bit dazed. Was he really being asked to go to work just like that?

Even before becoming an Omega, Gu Qinglan did not have a decent job. He could only earn some money by boxing in the Fist City, but he never had a respectable identity.

After being officially admitted, Gu Qinglan felt as though she had been struck dizzy by the god of luck. She got up, brushed her teeth and washed her face, then put on the suit that symbolized her difficult journey ahead.

Zhong Qi saw the corner of Gu Qinglan's mouth bruised, but he didn't ask.

Gu Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Mr. Zhong is really easy to get along with.

Zhong Qisheng's voice was refined and gentlemanly: "Mr. Gu, your job is to ensure Mr. Yan's safety. Starting from today, be cautious in your words and actions, and adhere to your duties. Besides following Mr. Yan's orders, do not engage in any unnecessary matters."

Gu Qinglan nodded slightly and said, "Isn't it to be your bodyguard?"

Zhong Qi said, "I'm just an interviewer."

AL's CEO as the interviewer? Gu Qinglan was a little stunned.

Zhong Qi got up and took him to the 12th floor in the elevator. There was a faint scent of men's perfume on Zhong Qi's body, which made people feel very relaxed and content. Gu Qinglan felt a little disappointed that he couldn't become Zhong Qi's bodyguard. It's not that he had any inappropriate thoughts about Zhong Qi, but how can one not feel close to someone so gentle?

The 12th floor was a quieter and more spacious level. As expected, the CEO's office was a place of coldness in high places. Gu Qinglan shivered.

Zhong Qi handed him over to Secretary Yao Jie, giving her a brief explanation. In passing, Yao Jie casually tossed a pile of documents to Gu Qinglan, saying, "Memorize it."

Gu Qinglan opened the notebook, and the first thing she saw were the places and various information that the boss (forgive him for being uncultured and only able to address him this way) frequently visited. There were comprehensive maps of the company, information about safety passages and fire-fighting facilities. The rest of the notebook was filled with telephone numbers and addresses of various clients. Gu Qinglan felt her head spinning and her brain swelling. She had been memorizing them for the entire afternoon, and yet she had only finished less than one-tenth of it.

When Gu Qinglan saw the wine cellar on the map, her expression became somewhat embarrassed. In the end, she discovered that the entire AL headquarters had three wine cellars of the same scale. Could that man be a cellar manager?

Having endured until the end of work hours, one by one, the employees on the 12th floor turned off their lights and left, completely ignoring him. The pitch-black building was instantly reduced to the solitary light emanating from that mysterious office.

Gu Qinglan's stomach was also hungry. If she had known earlier, she would have filled the seventh bowl of rice a little more at lunch. Yaojie was very kind and grabbed a few longan fruits from her bag before leaving. I don't know where she bought those longan fruits from, but they were big, sweet, and adorable, hanging delicately on slender branches.

Having just taken the third bite, a man stepped out from the office, causing Gu Qinglan to quickly stand up. He was wearing a well-fitted gray shirt and simple pants. His eyebrows carried a trace of detachment, but surprisingly, his clear eyes were like the rising sun in a forest in the early morning, filled with mottled patterns and vitality. His jawline was slightly tensed, but not yet severe.

Contrasting his handsome appearance, the incongruity lies in the scar on the left side of his face, stretching from the cheekbone to the ear. It seems like an old mark left by a burn, carrying a gentle reminder of the passage of time.

His gaze landed on Gu Qinglan for a second, nodded, and then turned and left.

Gu Qinglan hurriedly followed behind. Although the boss didn't say a word, Gu Qinglan could sense his intention from his eyes. Could this possibly be the charisma of a superior?

He secretly spat out the longan pit into the palm of his hand and followed along.

Gu Qinglan had already obtained Mr. Yan's car keys early on. He also had a driver's license, but who was going to tell him how to drive this four-word car? And where was the driver's seat?

Ah... He was overthinking. This car can drive itself, fully automatic. Heh heh. Using the language of a president, just a moment ago, his own embarrassed and ignorant appearance was truly damn sweet.

The car started smoothly, and Gu Qinglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The music flowed quietly, while the night outside the window was filled with a strong aroma of fireworks.

He still couldn't believe it. Why would such a big company like AL casually hire an untrained thug to be a bodyguard? Although he was confident that his skills were not inferior to any professional bodyguard, he definitely needed this job.

Gu Qinglan's stomach rumbled again, and he stared at the owner across from him. The owner was a formidable businessman, an excellent Alpha, and the eldest son of the Yan family.

Almost at the same time, Mr. Yan also looked at him. Their eyes met, and before Gu Qinglan could dodge his gaze, he felt a hint of gentleness from those alluring, pitch-black eyes. It was like moonlight behind the dark clouds on a rainy night. Gu Qinglan dared not look directly at him. They stood frozen for a moment, blinked a few times, and then shifted their gaze to the left, boldly looking out of the window.

"You are called Gu Qinglan." Mr. Yan's voice was soft and magnetic, like the sound of sand rubbing against each other, concise yet penetrating.

Gu Qinglan recognized this voice and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Mr. Yan."

"Go back and put some medicine on the wound," he said, staring at the corner of his mouth. Gu Qinglan didn't react at first, and he reached out and touched it before realizing that the corner of his mouth was slightly swollen. What's even more embarrassing is that he forgot about the longan pit in his hand. The small black pit fell onto his shoe and then bounced to Mr. Yan's feet.

Mr. Yan picked up the dried longan pit that had been left out in the wind. He looked at her. Gu Qinglan blinked her eyes, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face.

"Uh... Apologies, Mr. Yan, for causing you trouble." Gu Qinglan wished she could just disappear into the seams of the car.

He took a tissue out of the paper box with his hand adorned with a silver tail ring and wrapped the pill inside the tissue.

Gu Qinglan received it with both hands, respectfully, as if accepting a heavy trophy.

Mr. Yan's eyes shimmered with a faint, elusive smile, but quickly returned to their original state.

Gu Qinglan noticed that the tissue in her hand was not haphazardly crumpled, but rather neatly folded in a specific order, like the folding sequence used for wrapping traditional Chinese medicine in yellow paper.

"This is my bad habit," Mr. Yan said.

This doesn't seem like a bad habit. Gu Qinglan thought to herself and then put the paper, along with the nucleus, into her pocket.