C104 Lin Zhiqing's Helplessness'!

Han Qiqi stomped her foot in anger and shot Zhang Chen a piercing glare.

It was only after this that she picked up the documents from the table and scrutinized them carefully.

Zhang Chen, in no rush, waited in silence.

Soon, Han Qiqi looked up with a smile and declared, "I've got it!"

Zhang Chen's eyebrows shot up as he eagerly inquired, "What is it?"

With a smug grin, Han Qiqi explained, "All you need to do is segment the hotel. Just divide it into areas that cater to different age groups and then tailor the rooms to the unique style of each demographic."

Zhang Chen paused, taken aback.

It sounded plausible.

But upon further reflection, he dismissed it as mere fluff.

His expression turned stern as he rolled up his sleeves and strode toward Han Qiqi.

She immediately became flustered and blurted out, "I'll design it for you!"

"You?" Zhang Chen halted, skepticism in his voice.

Nodding with an air of arrogance, Han Qiqi retorted, "What's the matter? You think less of me?"

"I may not be 18 yet, but I've been immersed in hotel design for eight years. Not just anyone gets to have me draft their blueprints!"

She finished with a look of utmost satisfaction.

Zhang Chen, puzzled, asked, "Why are you into this? Does your family own a hotel business?"

Han Qiqi's spirits visibly sank.

After a brief contemplation, she confessed, "To be honest, I came to you today because I need your help. If you're willing, I'm prepared to offer you a trade."

Zhang Chen, clearly bewildered, queried, "Trade what?"

With a solemn expression, Han Qiqi assured him, "I can design your hotel, and I'm not kidding. I've thoroughly researched your concept and am confident I can deliver. But in return, you need to do me a favor."

Zhang Chen was still at sea, unsure whether to trust Han Qiqi.

Reading his hesitation, she pressed on, "To prove my commitment, I'll draft a preliminary blueprint and fund it myself. Then, you can decide whether you want to use my design."

Her earnest demeanor began to sway Zhang Chen.

He pondered for a moment before asking, "So, what do you need my help with?"

Without hesitation and with earnest, Han Qiqi replied, "I need you to put on an act with me."

Zhang Chen's confusion deepened.

Taking a seat, Han Qiqi spoke softly, "I've always butted heads with my dad because we don't get along."

"The main issue is he's insisting I marry someone I can't stand."

"The recent news was an accident, but it's gone international. My fiancé has caught wind of it and seems to be on his way back."

"I want to use this chance to blow up this wedding arrangement once and for all!" Her voice was filled with unwavering determination.

Zhang Chen's eyes bulged as he asked incredulously, "You were engaged before you even turned eighteen?"

With a sigh, Han Qiqi explained, "It was a marriage arranged in secret when I was little. It was supposed to happen when I turned twenty-two, but I can't bear the thought of waiting until then to deal with it."

"I'm also scared that if I let this moment slip by, I'll never get another chance." Her voice grew more somber.

A wave of sympathy washed over Zhang Chen.

He got the picture, yet he had his own reservations.

Han Qiqi pressed on, "Whatever concerns you have, just let me know. As long as you see this act through with me, I'll agree to any terms you set."

After a pause, Zhang Chen spoke frankly, "I won't lie—I need to focus on advancing my career, but I can't reveal my true identity yet."

Han Qiqi considered this for a moment before responding, "That's not a problem. I can work with you on all fronts."

Her assurance stirred something in Zhang Chen.

He needed a stand-in, and Han Qiqi seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

But if they went through with this charade, what about the Lin family?

After some thought, Zhang Chen spoke up again, "You know I'm already married. What about my wife if I go along with your plan?"

Han Qiqi was quick to reassure, "Don't worry about the Lin family. They're easy to persuade. I'll make sure your wife understands."

Zhang Chen felt the pull of temptation.

The pressure was mounting. The conspiracy was drawing nearer. He desperately needed to make a move.

Though he was uncertain about Han Qiqi's true identity, her capabilities were clearly exceptional. Having her assistance would be a significant advantage.

Su Mang had been silent for a while now, undoubtedly with a purpose in mind. He recognized this as a test for himself.

Zhang Chen didn't hesitate long before making a decision. "Alright, it's a deal. If your plan is effective, you have my support."

Upon hearing his agreement, a look of relief washed over Han Qiqi's face.

"Great! I'm on it!" she exclaimed, and without waiting for a response, she strode out of the office.

Zhang Chen, feeling a bit at a loss, nonetheless instructed the staff to follow Han Qiqi's directives to the letter.

With Han Qiqi gone, a sense of calm returned to him, along with an unexpected sense of anticipation.

But before he could dwell on it, his phone erupted with the shrill tone of an incoming call. It was Loong San.

Zhang Chen's brow furrowed as he quickly answered.

"Young Master Chen, there's been a slight complication with Miss Lin," Loong San's grave voice announced.

Lin Zhiqing?

Zhang Chen paused, then asked with confusion, "How do you know?"

"I didn't want you to worry. I've had people monitoring Miss Lin's situation," Loong San explained.

Zhang Chen felt a rush of concern. "What's happened to Lin Zhiqing?"

"Some troublemakers have shown up at the company. It looks like Miss Lin won't be able to handle it on her own," Loong San reported.

The company?

After a moment's thought, Zhang Chen recalled that Lin Zhiqing's business was a modest cosmetics firm.

"Alright. I'll check it out," he said with gravity.

He found it hard to stay detached from Lin Zhiqing's affairs.

Besides, his mission was to protect the Lin family's safety. Strengthening the Lin family would aid in his mission's success.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Chen left the office.

He briefly informed Han Qiqi and then exited the hotel, where a black Mercedes-Benz awaited him.

At Xuanying Makeup Studio.

In reality, they had simply rented a floor in an office building to use as their workspace.

Additionally, there was a factory for producing cosmetics.

However, at that moment, the office building was surrounded by a throng of onlookers.

A sea of spectators encircled the area while scores of journalists hoisted their cameras, focusing on the entrance.

The scene was buzzing with activity.

A young woman stood at the doorway, her face alarmingly covered in pustules.

Inside the office, Lin Zhiqing was on the phone, her voice laced with urgency. "Uncle, could you possibly do me a favor? Could you get Vice Dean Tang to come here?"

Lin Guofeng rebuked her bluntly, "Do you think Vice Dean Tang would come at my request?"

"If you can't handle even this minor issue, then you might as well shut down your cosmetics business!"

With those final words, he abruptly ended the call.

As the line went dead, a wave of helplessness washed over Lin Zhiqing.