The long-haired girl spoke softly, "Director Zhang, I’ll take you back..."
Li Zaijun suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.
Did she really not know, or was she pretending not to know, what might happen when taking a man back to his hotel?
That greasy man had just touched her thigh.
And he had made her drink so much.
Yet, she still agreed to take the man.
At that moment, several figures appeared from the staircase on the second floor.
Leading the way were a man and a woman, the man tall with a neat suit, the middle-aged woman dignified and elegant, followed by several assistants.
Li Zaijun hadn’t noticed this scene yet; what first caught her attention was the project manager’s surprised call:
"Goodness, isn’t this Mr. Shen from the Shen Group, hello, hello."
That obsequious voice poured into her ears, causing her to start slightly.
Her gaze slowly shifted over, and a familiar male figure entered her vision.
Shen Lin slightly furrowed his brows, but a glance later, he saw a slight figure behind them.
On a face with little furrowed brows, flushed with a rosy tint—just one look, and he knew she had been drinking.
His eyes deepened slightly, "You are?"
"Mr. Shen, you don’t remember me? Last month, I also went with our chairman to attend the exhibition at Beijing Science and Technology Park, where I saw you give a speech. Mr. Shen is truly impressive. I wonder if I could have the honor of exchanging business cards, in case there are plans for cooperation in the future..."
Before he could finish, Shen Lin suddenly waved in a direction.
Everyone’s gaze followed, each of them staring at the attractive short-haired girl.
Li Zaijun, caught off guard by their stares, stiffened, but understanding dawned upon seeing Shen Lin.
Afterward, she pursed her lips slightly, bowed her head, and walked over silently.
Watching this scene, the project manager and the client both widened their eyes.
Shen Lin looked at the short-haired young woman beside him, asking, "Is this the company where you are interning?
Li Zaijun was silent for a moment, then decisively blurted out a few words:
Shen Lin, a veteran in the business world, could read people quite thoroughly. Turning back to the complex-faced man, he said with a feigned smile, "Since that’s no longer the case, let’s talk about partnership another time."
As he said that, he also patted Li Zaijun’s head.
"Eh, Mr. Shen, she, she is your...?"
The project manager stuttered, unable to finish his sentence.
Shen Lin wrapped his arm around her waist, declaring, "Fiancée."
Having said that, he then led her away.
Leaving the dumbstruck project manager behind.
Meanwhile, Li Zaijun’s mind exploded—what, what did he say, fiancée?
She wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of what he had said, but she felt her body burning up.
The cool night air outside was somewhat relieving, but she still felt dizzy.
At that moment, the sound of high heels from behind grew closer.
"Xiaoshen, I said earlier I wanted to introduce a girl to you; how could you refuse? Turns out you already have a fiancée, keeping it a secret, are you afraid of people finding out?"
The middle-aged woman said with a laugh.
When Li Zaijun finally saw who she was, she instantly understood everything.