My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

"You continue. I need to take a call."

"Certainly, Chairman Jiang," the executive replied respectfully.

He stepped out of the conference room and dialed the number back in the hallway.

"Hello... Yuan?" Jiang Zhengfeng adjusted his tone, trying to make it as gentle as possible.

At the same time, Chen Yuan’s voice came through from the other end.

Unexpectedly, he proactively asked Jiang Zhengfeng if he was free and where he was.

"I was just in a meeting... It’s fine, you’re not interrupting. Just tell me what’s on your mind."

...

"Oh? You went just now? How did it go?"

...

"The key issue isn’t financial support, but the decision-making authority for the project and the probability of us securing a controlling interest. The board of directors is divided on this matter. I believe..."

...

"Mhm, Ji Hai’s idea is good. We can make concessions if necessary, but the prerequisite is that they show us some sincerity."

...

’How rare.’

Even though the call was about business, Jiang Zhengfeng felt a heartfelt joy. He deliberately slowed his speech, hoping Chen Yuan would understand.

Toward the end of the call.

"Alright, that’s all for now, Dad. I know you’re busy, but don’t forget to eat well... I might be heading to Kyoto in a few days. Aren’t the heads of the various divisions meeting? When that happens, if you can find the time, let’s chat."

Chen Yuan’s slightly bashful words came through the receiver.

Jiang Zhengfeng froze for a moment, then an irrepressible smile spread across his wrinkled face.

"Okay... okay, definitely... You remember to eat well, too." The man at the helm of Jiang Heavy Industries, of all people, sounded somewhat stilted in his reply.

The call ended.

Jiang Zhengfeng remained in the same position for a long while before reluctantly putting his phone back in his pocket.

...

For some reason, the entire conference room was curious. After just stepping out for a phone call, Jiang Zhengfeng had returned looking absolutely radiant, his steps much lighter than before.

He sat back down in the head seat and even crossed his legs.

"President Jiang... I’ve finished my report. What are your thoughts on this resolution?"

"What’s the resolution?"

"Removal from their posts."

"Remove them from their posts?" Jiang Zhengfeng’s reply was completely unexpected. "No need for that. Just have them work hard to make up for their mistakes."

At these words, the middle-aged men, who had been hanging their heads to receive their scolding, snapped their heads up and looked at him in astonishment.

"Chairman Jiang?" the female executive asked, confused.

"It’s normal for people to get older, become stubborn, and stop listening to advice. With the lesson they’ve learned this time, I believe they’ll sincerely change their ways. Just cancel their three months of leave and their year-end bonuses. That’s all. Meeting adjourned," he said, standing up with a smile.

"Thank you, Chairman Jiang! I’ll be sure to cherish this opportunity," one of the men, who was forty but already had many gray hairs, hurriedly said.

’How could they not be grateful?’

They had nearly destroyed the fruits of a two-year effort by over a thousand people on a single project, yet they were only getting off with the light penalty of losing their year-end bonuses.

"Don’t thank me. I have another task for you. Two days from now is an auspicious day. On that day, take the year-end bonuses you were fined and use them for a lottery. All company employees who have been with us for more than three months can participate. No empty prizes allowed. Go and get it done."

"Understood, President Jiang!"

...

From the overpass, Chen Yuan stared at the changing lights of the distant skyscrapers. Countless office buildings were brightly lit. The car in front flashed its taillights, and the ceaseless honking of horns grated on everyone’s nerves.

Beside him, Pei Youwen lit another cigarette with a CLICK.

The night was hazy, and they were trapped on the overpass.

Just moments ago, they had been enjoying themselves, listening to music and watching the sunset. In the blink of an eye, the road had become congested to a standstill, filled with cars carrying students home from school.

Through the car window, Chen Yuan saw a junior high school girl with a ponytail in the Passat next to them.

"Well, that’s it. We’ll be stuck for at least an hour. I knew we shouldn’t have taken the overpass. I forgot it was Friday."

"A little break is nice. I’d just be working overtime on reports if I went home anyway."

"I guess I’ll use this time to think about what to write."

The two men in the car chatted back and forth.

Chen Yuan didn’t speak. He took out his phone, opened Green Bubble, and the TAP, TAP, TAP of his typing filled the car. Two girlfriends—he had to check in with each of them.

It had gradually become a habit.

...

「Fengting District.」

Jiangg Yao, wearing fluffy slippers, walked out of the bedroom and leaned against the kitchen doorway.

"Sister, the Young Master said he’s stuck in traffic. He’ll probably be back in about an hour. He said we don’t have to wait for him to eat."

"Are you hungry?" Jiangg Ning asked, turning her head.

"Not hungry."

"Then let’s wait and eat with him when he gets back. I’m not very hungry either."

"He didn’t say where he went this afternoon. Having a job is really tough; he’s out early and back late every day."

"It’s a good thing, though. A man can’t just be cooped up at home with his girlfriend all day."

"Do you know where the Young Master went?"

"Uh... I’m not too sure either. I think he’s scouting a project. He mentioned it once."

Jiangg Ning turned off the faucet and told a little lie with her head lowered. She hadn’t told Jiangg Yao that she was working as Chen Yuan’s secretary. This was something the two of them had agreed upon.

If she told her, Jiangg Yao would definitely get angry. After all, making such an important decision was tantamount to declaring that he had chosen Jiangg Ning over Jiangg Yao for the future. One could only imagine how Jiangg Yao would react to such news.

In Ningning’s mind, this counted as a white lie.

Although they had both agreed to the "choose one of two" arrangement, that agreement was contingent on being the one who was chosen. The feelings involved were definitely complex.

On one hand, there was the thrill of victory; on the other, the guilt of not wanting to see the other person get hurt.

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