814: Chapter 89 It's too hot; it dried up the water in my brain.

"Good luck?"

Old Wang reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, angrily throwing his phone onto the bench.

"Do you know what happened to that listed company that tried to choke Rock Technology's supply chain last month?"

Zhang Li shook her head blankly.

"They were delisted! The boss is still hiding from creditors in South Africa! Shen Yan is a shark that eats people without spitting out the bones, and you actually dared to show off your Hermès in front of him?"

The more Old Wang spoke, the angrier he became, wishing he could slap himself twice. How could he have been fooled by this woman's so-called 'independent woman' persona back then?

Zhang Li's face instantly turned deathly pale, and the limited-edition bag in her hand felt as scorching hot as a branding iron.

She recalled Liu Hui's calm gaze just now. Back then, she thought it was inferiority, but now she realized it was condescending pity.

That person didn't need any famous brands to proclaim her status; standing next to Shen Yan was the greatest wealth.

"Then... then what should we do? Go apologize?"

Zhang Li's voice cracked with a sob.

Old Wang irritably scratched his scalp, his gaze sweeping over the crowd toward the distant VIP lounge surrounded by bodyguards.

He could vaguely see Shen Yan's family enjoying a lunch prepared live by a chef, with dedicated Waitresses fanning them.

"Apologize? Do you even have the qualification to walk up to him?"

Old Wang slumped back against the scorching chair back, like a dog whose spine had been removed.

He didn't dare to approach because he was afraid Shen Yan would think he was being disrespectful; he also didn't dare to get close because he was afraid of disturbing Shen Yan's enjoyment.

This feeling of waiting for a verdict was more torturous than being cut by a knife.

Meanwhile, in the cool lounge several thousand meters away, Shen Yan was intently peeling an Australian lobster.

He carefully removed the vein from the tender shrimp meat and arranged it neatly on Youyou's plate.

For jumping clowns like Zhang Li and Old Wang, his brain didn't even allocate a single byte of memory to think about them.

Just as he had said, provocations of that level didn't even qualify to make him angry.

"Brother Yan, Wang Bo just told me those two people have been baking under the sun for an hour and still haven't left," Chen Guangke mumbled indistinctly, his mouth full of steak.

Now the second-in-command of Rock Technology, naturally, someone reported every little movement around him at all times.

Liu Hui paused her movements while feeding the awakened Hao Hao rice cereal. A complex look flashed in her eyes.

The supervisor who once ordered her around now had to wait anxiously under the scorching sun for an unknown judgment.

"Let them be."

Shen Yan didn't even lift his head, picking up a piece of broccoli and placing it in Youyou's bowl, which earned a soft protest from his daughter.

"Eat it and you'll grow tall. Next time, I'll take you to drive a real race car."

Shen Yan immediately threw out the bait, shamelessly corrupting his daughter's will with money.

Youyou's eyes lit up instantly, and she stuffed the broccoli into her mouth as if accepting her fate, chewing it with a crunch.

After the meal, Wang Bo walked in carrying huge gift boxes held by several staff members.

It was limited-edition merchandise from Star Sea Park—a set of unicorn dolls, each one as tall as a person, completely unavailable for purchase elsewhere.

"Mr. Shen, this is a small token of our boss's regard. We wish your daughter a happy time today."

Shen Yan nodded, signaling Chen Guangke to accept them.

The group left the lounge grandly, preparing to head to the next attraction—the Deep Sea Tunnel.

As they passed the row of benches, Shen Yan's peripheral vision caught sight of two figures who looked as if they had just been pulled out of water.

Old Wang and Zhang Li almost sprang up like they were launched, their legs trembling.

Zhang Li opened her mouth, wanting to call out "Liu Hui," but found her throat too dry to make a sound.

Shen Yan's steps didn't pause in the slightest; he didn't even shift his gaze, walking straight past them.

It was like an elephant passing by two ants—no interest in stepping on them, and no need to detour.

This complete disregard shattered Old Wang's last line of psychological defense.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, watching the receding figure surrounded by adoration, finally understanding what kind of existence he had provoked.

That was truly above the clouds, a behemoth whose entirety he, and people like him, could never glimpse even if they stood on tiptoe and craned their necks.

As for Zhang Li, watching Liu Hui's back, carefully shielded by Shen Yan's side, tears finally streamed down uncontrollably.

It wasn't regret, but despair brought on by a massive sense of disparity.

The woman she once mocked for marrying into a declining family had now lived a life beyond her wildest dreams.

Shen Yan carried Youyou into the Deep Sea Tunnel, the blue light and shadow reflecting on his face.

"Daddy, why are those two people crying?"

Youyou asked curiously, leaning on Shen Yan's shoulder.

"Maybe because the weather is too hot, it dried up the water in their brains."

Shen Yan casually made up a reason, reaching out to block his daughter's view toward the rear.

Through the glass curtain wall ahead, a giant whale shark swam slowly by, eliciting an exclamation of wonder from Youyou.

Shen Yan looked at his daughter's focused profile, a gentle smile in his eyes.

Two weeks later, Shen Yan sat in his expensive ergonomic chair. The holographic projection screen before him displayed the latest iteration data for the "Tianshu" AI.

Although the computing power had made a qualitative leap thanks to "mesaichi-7" last time, the progress bar for the emotional logic simulation module remained frustratingly stuck at ninety-two percent.

Just as he was about to get up to pour himself a cup of coffee, the familiar system interface popped up in his mind without any warning, but this time it wasn't the usual light blue halo of ordinary intelligence reports.

A nearly enchanting dark gold light instantly filled his vision, accompanied by the system's unique mechanical sound effect, like a heavy hammer striking a bronze bell.

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