The office was silent except for the rhythmic tapping of keys and the rustle of papers. Su Ye sat behind his massive desk, posture straight, expression cold and focused as he skimmed through another contract.
His aura, as always, was calm and intimidating, a silent warning that no one should disturb him unless it was truly urgent. Suddenly, the door slammed open.
The deafening bang shattered the stillness.
Su Ye's fingers froze mid-movement. His cold eyes lifted sharply, irritation flashing in them, until he saw his assistant standing there, panting, face pale and drenched in panic.
"What is it?"
His assistant stood frozen at the doorway, chest heaving, face ashen with panic. He struggled to speak, breath stuttering. "B—Boss… Madam… M-Madam—"
Su Ye's pupils contracted. His calm fractured. "Xiyu? What happened to her? Is she okay?"
The assistant swallowed, his voice trembling. "Madam is in the hospital… h-her face… it got ruined."
