Urban: What's the Point of Being a CEO? I'll Cultivate Anyway

A luxurious presidential suite in the Empire State Building.

A man in a bathrobe sits on the sofa, reading a newspaper.

He's handsome, tall, and carries himself with extraordinary elegance.

His name is Ye Chen, and he's the hidden owner of this hotel.

At this moment, he holds a newspaper in his hands.

"Good evening, Mr. Ye." A respectful greeting comes from the doorway.

A moment later, a server pushes in a food trolley.

The trolley is laden with all kinds of delicious dishes, rich in color, aroma, and flavor, enough to make anyone's mouth water.

Ye Chen puts the newspaper on the table and says, "Clear everything away."

"Yes, sir!" the server replies, then leaves.

Ye Chen sits there, looking at the sumptuous dishes on the plates, thinking, Tonight, I'll spend a wonderful evening with the woman I love.

I wonder how old she is this year?

Is she married...

At the thought, a blissful smile appears on his face.

But then his expression suddenly changes, because he hears hurried footsteps coming from outside.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.