"It feels okay, but I couldn’t break through to beco a cultivator. It seems the effect of the essence isn’t significant."
Cheng Qiyue sighed helplessly, calculating in her heart that she might have to truly have a relationship with Yang Cheng.
But it’s just a mont of pleasure, nothing really to resist. As long as she can beco a cultivator, everything is worth it.
"Linger, I’m a bit tired. I’ll go back to my room to rest first."
Cheng Qiyue spoke softly, then stood up and returned to her room.
Ling Er watched her sowhat lonely back, thinking about finding a chance to get Yang Cheng’s essence, determined to help her master beco a cultivator as soon as possible.
At this mont, Wenyu Costics Factory.
The construction of the new factory was progressing rapidly. It had greatly changed in just a few days since Yang Cheng last visited.
As long as the money is in place, building a factory doesn’t take long. As for the dormitories, there were already a batch of existing houses, so a simple renovation would make them ready to move into.
As soon as Yang Cheng’s car entered the factory, Lu Kun enthusiastically ca up, smiling, "Brother Cen, I’ve got everything arranged. The dormitory is spotless, with complete facilities, guaranteeing Miss Ye a comfortable stay."
"Thank you."
"Don’t ntion it. It’s my duty to handle things for you."
Lu Kun wasn’t always so sweet-tongued, but now he truly admired Yang Cheng, and his words were sincerely ant, not flattery.
He led Yang Cheng and Ye Ling’Er inside, unaware of a figure slipping by in the shadows.
"Brother Cen, I heard from Aunty Chu that last night soone snuck into the dormitory and caused trouble. Truly audacious, coming to our factory to stir things up. It must be because the recent mask sales are doing so well that competitors are sending people to sabotage."
Lu Kun said indignantly.
"Actually, it’s not that, but you’re right. Recently, production and sales at the factory need to be closely watched to prevent anyone from tampering."
Yang Cheng reminded.
The three entered the dormitory while chatting. As Chu Xiaoyu ntioned, the conditions were far better than the old factory, spacious and bright. Inside there was not only a large soft bed but also a clean shower and office area.
Ye Ling’Er felt touched seeing such care in the dormitory’s decoration, realizing how much effort Chu Xiaoyu put into it.
She quickly took out her phone, called Chu Xiaoyu, and expressed her thanks.
"You just stay in the dormitory for now. If you need anything, find Lu Kun; he’ll be around during the day."
After settling Ye Ling’Er in, Yang Cheng prepared to find Kong Lingwen to discuss matters related to the scar removal cream.
"You’re leaving so soon? Won’t you stay with a bit longer?"
Ye Ling’Er pouted, tugging his sleeve with a gentle sway.
"Cough cough... Brother Cen, you two talk. I have things to do, so I’ll be off!"
Lu Kun, looking a bit embarrassed, said this and quickly ran off, not wanting to stay as a third wheel.
"I have work to discuss. I’ll co back in the evening to be with you. Don’t worry, I promised your mom I would protect you."
Yang Cheng gently ruffled her hair.
"Then you must return before dark, or I’ll be really scared alone."
Ye Ling’Er cooed, the two acting like a couple in love.
Soon, Yang Cheng walked out of the dormitory, spotting Lu Kun standing nearby smoking. He quickly approached and patted him on the shoulder, "You sure ran fast!"
"Brother Cen, I just didn’t want to interfere! Didn’t everyone say you and Fang Ling were dating? How co you and Miss Ye seem like a couple too?"
Lu Kun asked curiously.
Yang Cheng glanced at him with a half-smile, scaring Lu Kun into quickly waving his hands in surrender, "Brother Cen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked about your private affairs. For a successful man like you, having many won around is normal!"
"Alright, stop guessing. I’m not dating anyone. Miss Ye’s mother paid to protect her, so I have to share a room with her at night."
Yang Cheng explained.
"Soone hired you as a bodyguard, that must have cost a lot!"
Lu Kun exclaid, still curious about his relationship with Fang Ling, but restrained himself from asking more.
"During the day, keep an eye on the factory. If any suspicious persons appear, call imdiately and ensure Miss Ye’s safety. Nothing must happen to her."
"Got it, leave it to ."
Lu Kun promised, thumping his chest.
After inspecting the factory for a while, Yang Cheng drove off, calling Kong Lingwen on the way.
"Where are you now? I’ve got good news for you."
"At the mask factory, dealing with so issues. If you’re free, co over."
Kong Lingwen’s voice was sowhat somber, clearly tackling a tricky situation.
"Alright, I’m on my way."
Yang Cheng hung up and drove straight to Chu Xiaoyu’s old factory.
In the office, Chu Xiaoyu and her daughter, along with Kong Lingwen and Yang Rou, all looked worried. Seeing Yang Cheng arrive, their eyes brightened simultaneously.
"Xiaochen, you’re here. Have a seat and drink so water first."
Chu Xiaoyu warmly greeted him.
Yang Cheng nodded, sat on a nearby chair, and asked, "What happened at the factory?"
"The latest batch of masks sold was found to exceed heavy tal limits. I’ve recalled them urgently, but so users have already experienced facial burns."
Kong Lingwen spoke first, handing a docunt to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng glanced over it, his face darkening instantly. The masks had just been sold a few days ago, and soone couldn’t wait to use such underhanded tactics.
"Didn’t each batch of masks undergo testing before leaving the factory? How could there be this heavy tal issue?"
Yang Cheng asked with furrowed brows.
"The factory’s surveillance was down for a couple of days. I had it repaired right away. Soone likely tampered with the masks during that ti."
Chu Xiaoyu said self-reproachfully, "I was negligent. I should have had them recheck all the masks then. I didn’t expect soone to exploit the gap."
"Aunt, it’s not your fault. If they want to ss things up, they’ll find ways. You couldn’t prevent it. Right now, we should resolve the custors’ issues and minimize losses."
Yang Cheng imdiately suggested a plan, taking a small jar from his pocket and placing it on the table.
He then picked up the fruit knife from the table and made a cut on his arm, just a small one, causing blood to flow imdiately.
"Oh! Xiaochen, what are you doing?! Even trying to solve the problem, you shouldn’t harm your body!"
Yang Rou exclaid, rushing forward to snatch the knife.
"Sister, you misunderstood. Don’t grab the knife, you might hurt yourself."
Yang Cheng quickly explained, placing the knife back on the table.
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