Mrs. Shen replied, "Hello, actually, I’ve known for a long time that you’re particularly fond of our Cong Mo. Today, I even made a special call to Cong Mo. Forgive me for being straightforward, Madam Ye, Miss Ye, he said he wouldn’t possibly marry anyone other than Long Fengxi. The marriage with the Jin Family, our Cong Mo paid one hundred million to divorce, and it was all because of Long Fengxi. He’s an adult, and we elders shouldn’t intervene too much. Hence, the agreement between the older generation cannot be upheld."
Old Madam Ye once saved Elder Mrs. Shen’s life when she was young. At that time, Elder Mrs. Shen said she would reciprocate, but Old Madam Ye always said it was a simple gesture, not counting for much. Generally, their interactions were not ordinary, but over the many years, everyone had forgotten about it. It wasn’t until these past few days when they discussed Ye Ying’s marriage that Old Madam Ye remembered this matter.
The Shen Family was indeed surprised to learn that the Ye Family was using this incident to make a point.
"Cannot be upheld? Is the Shen Family intending to break their promise?"
Madam Ye is joking. My mother-in-law merely stated she would reciprocate, but never did she say she would gamble her own grandson’s happiness. Everyone knows what kind of girl Miss Ye is. Not to mention that our Cong Mo has always been yearning for Long Fengxi. Just by comparing the two, anyone with eyes would choose Long Fengxi over your daughter. Thus, perhaps if you propose some other reasonable requests, our Shen Family might agree, but there’s nothing to discuss regarding this matter." Mrs. Shen made her stance clear.
Madam Ye was genuinely angry, and Ye Ying beside her became somewhat restless.
But what could they do if the others disagreed?
Long Fengxi was coming down from the second floor of the cafe when she happened to glance over at the group of three from afar.
She paused, tilted her head to take a few looks, and seemed to figure out what was happening. A matchmaking encounter?
After leaving the cafe, she walked to her car, yanked the mask off her face, feeling a sense of oppression in her heart.
She took out her phone and sent a text message to Shen Congmo, [What are you doing?]
[Working.] Google seaʀᴄh NoveIꜰire.net
Seeing these two words, she didn’t drive back to her company but headed to his company headquarters.
Shen Congmo is the owner of a plastic surgery hospital, with branches in several countries.
He could tell at a glance whether someone had undergone plastic surgery or had their facial features corrected.
When Long Fengxi arrived, Shen Congmo was taking a shower in the break room.
The secretary saw it was her and did not stop her.
Entering his office, she saw a clear box on the desk containing a prostheses—knowing it was fake but made very realistically.
When Shen Congmo came out, seeing her in his office really surprised him, "You...how did you get here?"
Long Fengxi turned around, "How much for this?"
"That is the cost price." He advanced towards her side, "We sell it for six hundred eighty thousand in our hospital."
Long Fengxi had long known his industry was quite profitable, but not to this extent, "So extortionate."
He laughed, "The real estate that your Long Family builds—how much does it cost to construct a house and for how much do you sell? Much worse than me. It’s a good thing you’re here. Try this one, it’s for you."
"I have one, I don’t need it."
"The one you have been wearing for too long is not good, the material is not good, this one is better." He went to lock the office door and turned back to her, "Take off your top and try it on."
"I said I don’t need it..."
"Do you want me to take it off for you?" He was resolute in his words.
Long Fengxi set her purse aside, took off her top, and found the fit perfect, despite him not having measured her, "How do you know my size?"
"I’ve felt enough with my hands to tell at a glance."