Jiang Qiuqiu carefully weighed her options.
Cooking every day would be impossible to fit into her schedule. But twice a week? After she transferred to Federation University, her workload had become much more manageable.
Besides, the most convenient part of the interstellar era was that ingredients could be stored in insulated containers. She could easily cook everything in her spare time and just take it out when needed.
It was always beneficial to foster goodwill.
"If thatās the case, then I should be able to handle it."
"Thatās wonderful," Mrs. Aiāer said with a wide smile. "Those old codgers are in for a real treat."
It was already evening by the time she got home. She didnāt have a stream scheduled for the day, so after freshening up, she remembered that Little President Qianās situation was still unresolved and gave Sister Mingmei a call.
"Qiuqiu?" The voice on the other end was subdued.
"Sister Mingmei, whatās wrong?"
"I feel like something terrible is about to happen."
"?" Jiang Qiuqiu frowned. "What is it?"
"I donāt know whatās going on either." Meimei felt that things at Federation Live were changing too quickly, butā
āReplacing the last editor-in-chief made senseāhe was corrupt and colluding with the powerful. But replacing this one???ā
āThis is Little President Qian, the young boss of Federation Live!ā
"I donāt know why, but headquarters is saying our branch might be getting a new editor-in-chief."
"...Theyāre replacing the young boss?"
"Yes." Meimei was clearly very worried about Little President Qian. "I was stunned when I saw the internal memo. I sent him a message, but he hasnāt responded."
"I also messaged my mentor at headquarters, and she doesnāt know whatās going on either."
"Iām worried something might have happened to Qian Xingxing..." Although the thought was outlandish, she continued, "What if he ran into interstellar pirates on his way back?"
"What if he was kidnapped, and headquarters is trying to keep things stable by bringing in a new editor-in-chief to hold down the fort? Otherwise, I really canāt think of any reason why the young boss would just vanish from the company."
After everything she had been through, Meimei had become an editor who could hold her own.
Jiang Qiuqiu had rarely seen her so flustered.
"Donāt worry, Sister Mingmei," Jiang Qiuqiu consoled her. "A kidnapping is unlikely. If heād been kidnapped, there would have been some kind of news by now."
"Itās probably something else."
"Thereās no one we can ask right nowā"
Ask?
That gave Jiang Qiuqiu an idea. "Sister Mingmei, do you remember that young lady from the Dais family?"
"!"
"She should be in the same social circle as Little President Qian, right? Why donāt we ask her?"
"Right... We can ask her!"
Having found a lead, Meimei immediately planned her itinerary for the next day. Little President Qian had once taken her to Mei Linās home in his hovercar, so she knew the address.
If she brought a nice gift and paid a visit, she could probably find out something useful.
"Why donāt I go with you tomorrow?"
"No, itās fine," Meimei refused. "You have a stream the day after tomorrow, so you should stay home and prepare. The Dais Family lives in the wealthy district, and I donāt have her contact information. I might not get in on the first try, so Iāll probably have to wait around for a bit."
She went on to ramble about a few other things related to Qian Xingxing, the concern in her voice palpable.
Jiang Qiuqiu understood completely.
"Well, Sister Mingmei, since youāre heading out tomorrow, you should get some rest."
"Yeah, Iām heading to bed. You get some sleep too."
After ending the call, Jiang Qiuqiu found she was no longer sleepy.