Jiang Fuyue’s mouth twitched slightly before she turned back to her workstation and continued working on her computer.
Her first day with the team passed uneventfully—calm and smooth.
But the others didn’t see it that way.
They hadn’t yet figured out what was so special about Jiang Fuyue, so they were all intrigued and itching with curiosity.
That night, after her shower, Jiang Fuyue joined a video call with Xie Dingyuan from her room—
“I’m planning to use the TX analysis method for the initial model. The main goal is to capture and collect…”
As she spoke, she gestured with her hands to outline the basic structure of the process.
Her thinking was sharp and her logic well-organized.
Xie Dingyuan mostly played the role of a listener, occasionally nodding in agreement. When he did speak, his comments were direct and on point—always offering sharp and constructive suggestions.
This was their first real academic exchange, the first real clash of minds.
Even through a screen, Jiang Fuyue’s imaginative ideas and bold innovations made his eyes light up—his gaze intense.
At the same time, Xie Dingyuan’s quick thinking and ability to connect concepts impressed Jiang Fuyue as well.
She had heard how brilliant Professor Xie was—everyone said so—but she’d never quite bought into it.
Now that she had experienced it firsthand, she truly saw the strength of his intellect.
The urge to challenge him, to see how far she could go, stirred in her.
“…The tree structure will need more data to fully mature before the results become clear, but I believe the outcome will be amazing!”
On screen, as the girl spoke passionately about her work, her eyes sparkled with confidence—it was hard to look away.
Xie Dingyuan was entranced.
She had just finished showering, and two locks of damp hair clung to her cheeks. She seemed uncomfortable, so she casually tucked them behind her ears, exposing her fair, delicate earlobes.
She wore no makeup, but her lips were rosy and her teeth pearly white—natural and striking.
Her peach blossom eyes shimmered with a watery glow.
She was in soft cotton pajamas, the buttons carefully fastened—clearly, she’d checked her appearance before the call.
But her neck was still exposed: pale, slender. Xie Dingyuan couldn’t help but swallow.
Then she asked, “…What do you think about this approach?”
He paused thoughtfully, as if considering it: “The algorithm’s too complex. Once the dataset grows, it might lag or even crash.”
That was exactly what Jiang Fuyue had been concerned about.
Every time he spoke, he hit the nail on the head—no more, no less.
Earlier at lunch, she’d thought he couldn’t carry a conversation. Now she felt he was too good at it.
“Yueyue, it’s getting late—” Han Yunru’s voice rang out from outside the room, loud and clear.
Xie Dingyuan heard it too. “Sorry, I lost track of time during our discussion. Rest early. See you tomorrow.”
Jiang Fuyue nodded—it really was late. “See you tomorrow.”
—
The next morning, Jiang Fuyue got up at 7 AM, had breakfast by 8, and got ready to leave.
Just as she reached the gate of her residential complex, a sleek black Mercedes slowly pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down, revealing the man’s sharp and dignified features.
“Get in. We’ll go together.”
Jiang Fuyue didn’t refuse—why should she? Not only were they heading to the same place, but after all the work she was putting in for him, a ride was the least he could do.
“Did you have breakfast?” he asked casually once she was settled in.
“Yeah, I ate at home.”
A flicker of disappointment flashed in the man’s eyes—but it vanished just as quickly. Maybe no one else would’ve noticed, maybe even he didn’t notice.
When they arrived at the DNA Building, Xie Dingyuan had to deal with company matters. He was dressed in a full suit today, tie neatly in place, shoes polished to a shine.
Standing in front of his assistants and secretaries, he exuded the aura of a domineering CEO.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fuyue went straight to the lab.
They were expecting the second batch of data today. No room for sloppiness.
—-
Old Bai: “Why is it that I’ve run this calculation five times and gotten a different result every single time?”
He was nearly pulling his hair out.
“Huh? That weird? Let me see…”
The others quickly gathered around.
Old Bai sat right next to Jiang Fuyue. She didn’t need to lean in—just a glance at his screen and the pile of messy scratch paper was enough.
Old Bai: “I used the computer, then AI, and even did it manually. But every single time, I get something different. D*mn it!”
The others couldn’t make sense of it either. His notes were a mess—probably only he could understand his own process.
Suddenly, Jiang Fuyue said, “4.387.”
“Huh?” Old Bai snapped his head toward her. “What did you say?”
“I said the final result is 4.387. You got it wrong all five times.”
“No way!” Old Bai shot to his feet, his gaze suspicious. For someone with a reputation in data analysis, Jiang Fuyue’s comment felt like a direct challenge.
But Jiang Fuyue just said calmly, “You were wrong.”
Bang—
Old Bai slapped his stack of scratch paper onto her desk. His voice was a bit loud, his expression fierce—but deep down, he was just frustrated. This man in his thirties looked genuinely distressed, his lips trembling slightly.
“You, you, you show me where I messed up!”
