"Take me to the garage. I'll attend today's negotiation myself."
Yan Kun swallowed hard and nodded like a pounding garlic, obeying the order.
"Hahaha, Uncle Yan, you're so timid!"
An Ruo laughed mercilessly, carefree and without a worry in the world.
"I'm only timid in front of your sister! No, that's called being obedient. I've always been quite brave!" he retorted in a low voice.
Helen Caesar International Hotel.
Shen Ximan calmly looked at herself in the mirror.
Her skin was as fair as coagulated fat, with a standard oval face. Her almond-shaped eyes were as enchanting as those of a phoenix. Black eyeshadow adorned her eyelids, as if endowing these eyes with magic. Every glance and blink exuded charm.
She was still wearing the same evening dress as the one at the cooperation meeting.
It was a black - gray slit dress with a charming and alluring strapless top. The faintly visible cleavage made people yearn to explore.
Originally, Shen Ximan planned to wear this dress at the autumn new product launch, aiming to see Bo Jingyu's reaction.
But things didn't go as planned. The future's variables were beyond her control.
What was meant to come would still come.
The fear and hesitation of seeing him distracted her, like cooled grease sticking to a rope, hard to remove.
What Shen Ximan couldn't do so far was to cut that rope.
Knock, knock, knock. The door was knocked.
"General Manager Wen, the second young master has arrived."
"Got it."
She applied a prominent bright red lipstick, tidied up her sassy short hair, and walked towards the elevator outside the luxury room with her long dress trailing behind.
On the long table were all kinds of delicious dishes and pastries. The mellow aroma of wine wafted in the air, but in Bo Jingyu's eyes, these things were all worthless.
The luxurious and exquisite crystal chandelier showed the grandeur and nobility of the hotel.
He never once thought that this hotel was actually under Shen Ximan's control. Nor did he ever expect that the woman with a scar on her face, who was so pitiful and innocent, would stand on the opposite side of him.
Click, click.
The sound of high - heeled shoes came from the corridor not far away.
A snow - white long leg emerged from the depth of the shadow. It was so slender and long that one couldn't take their eyes off it, as if it could hook one's soul away.
She had a perfect hourglass figure with clearly visible collarbones.
The only flaw was the lack of her long, shiny black hair.
Bo Jingyu came back to his senses, lowered his head and swallowed.
"When did you come back?"
After saying this, he thought he was extremely stupid and immediately added, "What on earth do you want to do in Yancheng?"
Shen Ximan smiled and opened a bottle of vintage red wine.
She poured a glass for herself first and drank it all in one gulp.
"I don't quite understand what you're saying, Young Master Bo."
He immediately frowned and said in a bad tone, "Are you still going to pretend?"
"Didn't we come here to talk about the sponsorship today?"
Bo Jingyu couldn't stand her charming and coquettish state. He instantly got up, grabbed her wrist that was about to pour more wine, and growled menacingly.
"I told you to leave Yancheng forever. Did you not understand or what? Who allowed you to come back!"
Shen Ximan looked at his furious eyes indifferently and scoffed, "Do you know who you're talking to? Stop shouting."
He roughly tore off the half - mask on her face and was shocked into stillness.
"Your face?"
This should be her real face.
"Are you surprised?"
Shen Ximan shook off his hand and laughed loudly. "Look at your expression. You look like you've never seen the world. Well, I've always looked like this. I just wore a disguise."
Bo Jingyu's memory flashed back to the time when they were soaking in the hot spring together in Huazhi Village. He clearly remembered that there were some flaws on her face that time, but she had skillfully fooled him.
So he wasn't wrong that time.
The familiar yet strange woman in front of him had been lying to him!
"Who on earth are you?"
Shen Ximan propped one hand on the table, showing a row of white teeth. The perfect arc of her face exuded a mocking meaning all the time.
"What else could I be? The murderer in your mind, right?"
Her frivolous, improper, and overly charming attitude made Bo Jingyu's mood like an impending storm.
It might explode at any moment.
"Leave Yancheng right away. This is my last bottom - line."
His voice carried an unrefusable order. His cold gaze could freeze one's thoughts and actions, making them unable to move.
But who was Shen Ximan?
She was no longer the timid and submissive doormat she used to be. She had power, status, and beauty. It was easy for her to do whatever she wanted, even something earth - shattering.
She was fed up with years of patience and disguise.
"I'm not related to you. Why should I listen to you?"
Shen Ximan frowned in annoyance, losing her previous good temper. She stared at him with a look as if he were something dirty.
"If you have the ability, buy all the land in Yancheng. I'll get out of your sight right away," she sneered. "If you don't, shut up and act like a mute!"
Her anger and disdain were all seen by Bo Jingyu.
He felt inexplicably hurt.
It was as if his heart had been suddenly hammered, and the pain made his head feel dizzy.
Shen Ximan had never looked at him like this before.
Even when they quarreled, it never got as bad as this.
Grandpa's matter had become a scab on their hearts.
No one dared to touch it, and no one dared to mention it.
Looking at Shen Ximan's domineering aura, it seemed that he had never really understood this woman. He knew nothing about her eyes, her temper, or her inner thoughts.
"Are you done reminiscing? Can we start the negotiation?"
Her voice was cold and indifferent, showing that she didn't care at all.
"Shen Ximan, I..."
"Don't call me that name!" Her eyes were ablaze with anger. "I'm the president of Ahairui now. Shen Ximan is dead."
"She died on that night when she was alone and despised by everyone!"
She clenched her fists tightly. The deep - seated hatred was beyond self - redemption.
"Let's negotiate. It's meaningless to talk about the past."
Bo Jingyu looked sad. The hard - to - let - go emotions fluttered in his chest.
Whether it was Shen Ximan or Wen Jinrui, she was her and yet not her.
He needed some time to digest this.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to focus on his work.
"Insert the advertisement for this promotion on the big screen in the city center of Yancheng."
Shen Ximan sat on the chair, swirling the red wine glass in her hand.
"All means of transportation also need to be pasted with the content of the autumn new products."
Bo Jingyu was a little surprised by her freely switching emotions. Then he responded, "There's no need for such extravagance."
"Don't you have new makeup products to launch?"