Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon’s Sweetheart

Ye Xian was so angry that she slammed her laptop shut, grabbed her phone, and was about to ask the production executive to send her another copy when she realized her phone was out of battery and had powered off automatically!
She was on the verge of a meltdown…
Grinding her teeth, she glanced at the brand of her laptop.
There seemed to be an after-sales service point downstairs, but it was so late. What if she was recognized while carrying her laptop there?
After all, “Conquest of the World” was being aired on all channels, and her popularity had increased quite a bit.
But the security measures at Jiuxi Eighteen Islands were still quite good, and there wasn’t any secret on her computer, so what was there to fear?
Ten minutes later, Ye Xian put on a face mask, sunglasses, and a hat, slipped into her ragged jeans, a funky batwing top, and a sequined jacket from her previous role, and left the house with her computer.
She didn’t believe that, dressed as a hip urban youth, anyone would recognize her!
Just as she reached the elevator door, the door at 2001 slammed open.
Ye Xian turned her head and saw a handsome man with an expressionless face standing at the door looking at her. “…” Today really was the day bad luck’s mom opened the door to ultimate bad luck!
Even dressed like this, the CEO wouldn’t recognize her again, would he? That would be ridiculous!
Ye Xian immediately turned her head away, pretending not to know him, and continued to stare intently at the elevator.
Bo Tingshen inspected her from head to toe, his expression gradually becoming indescribable, “Risen from the dead?”
Ye Xian: “…” Great, he recognized her.
He couldn’t actually be a ghost, could he? Or maybe his eyes were equipped with X-ray machines! Why could he always recognize her no matter how she dressed up?
“Heh, heh heh…”
Ye Xian laughed foolishly.
Why isn’t the elevator here yet!
“CEO, where are you going in the middle of the night?”
Bo Tingshen: “To burn paper.”
Ye Xian: “…”
‘Ding—’ The elevator arrived, and Ye Xian dashed in with a speed that defied all coverings, ringing and tingling, but the next second, she was dragged out by someone grabbing the collar of her jacket.
“CEO, what are you doing? Let go of me!”
Ye Xian kicked her legs like a frantic little rabbit, “What right do you have to grab me? I haven’t provoked you, and I told you I’m not home because today isn’t even my day to cook for you. You have no right to boss me around!”
“Did I ask you to cook?”
Bo Tingshen let her go, fearing that another kick might strangle him to death.
Not cooking?
“Then, what do you need me for?”
Ye Xian looked at him curiously.
Bo Tingshen’s gaze fell on the computer in her arms, “Is your computer broken?”
Ye Xian nodded, “It’s infected with a virus. I don’t know which scoundrel targeted my computer.”
Bo Tingshen’s eyelids twitched imperceptibly.
“Come here.”
The man turned and went back to his room, Ye Xian, full of question marks, looked once at the slowly closing elevator, then at 2001 and obediently followed him.
“CEO, what did you call me here for? I have something urgent to take care of; I need to get my computer fixed…”
Bo Tingshen took her computer.
Ye Xian: “???”
The man sat on the sofa, opened the laptop, and began typing without a word.
Ye Xian sat down beside him, puzzled, and looked at the screen, then shockingly discovered that he was gradually unlocking the virus program.
“CEO, you know how to fix computers?!”
“I studied computer science and technology in college.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!” Ye Xian couldn’t help but give him a thumbs-up, “But didn’t you graduate from a business school?”
“Computer science was just one of six minors.”