"Shushu," Meng Yunjing’s clear voice rang out beside her ear, "Jennifer is talking to you." Updates are released by novelFirｅ.net
Jennifer was an Italian scarf designer whose works were very famous. Many top brands had paid a hefty price to poach her, but she loved her freedom and did not want to be tied to any company.
Mo Shu’s face broke into a smile again, and she apologized in Italian, "I’m sorry, I was just lost in thought."
Jennifer really liked Mo Shu; hearing her apologize made her face light up with adoration, "Sweetheart, you’re too sweet, I can’t bear to blame you."
Mo Shu grinned, her gaze drifting once more toward Yu Siqiao.
What was this guy trying to do?
Yu Siqiao, whose gentle demeanor was barely there to begin with, now had only a remnant of it left. His eyes were somewhat cold, and after glaring at her from across several people, he quickly walked away.
Yu Siqiao turned around and pinched himself hard.
What was he doing over there?
What did it matter to him what kind of men that woman liked?
Why did he have to pretend to be a genteel peacock?
Annoyed and stamping his foot, Yu Siqiao quickly left the ballroom and went to the deck.
The night wind was strong, and the waves were roaring. Yu Siqiao walked up to the railing, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Yu Siqiao didn’t even turn his head; he just felt a weight on his shoulder.
Cheng Du, with his arm around Yu’s shoulders, said, "Your fiancée is quite something."
When Yu Siqiao heard this, he looked sideways at him, annoyed, "What?"
Cheng Du took out a cigarette, lighting it while saying, "She’s got quite the gift of gab."
Yu Siqiao was even more irritated, "What did she say?"
"I told you before that I wanted those two mountains in Lingdong," Cheng Du took a puff of his cigarette, "the ones you helped me buy, remember?"
But Mo Shu stubbornly refused to sell.
After a few more negotiations, Mo Shu still wouldn’t relent, and the matter fizzled out.
Cheng Du said, "Those two mountains were where my ancestors made their fortune. It was my grandfather’s wish to get those mountains back. I just talked with her, and she managed to persuade me in ways that left me stunned."
Yu Siqiao had always known Mo Shu was eloquent, so he wasn’t surprised now, asking, "Did you make a deal?"
"We did," Cheng Du flicked the ash from his cigarette, looking at Yu Siqiao with a half-smile, "You told her, didn’t you?"
"Not only does she know I’m the next president, but she also knows my grandpa is seriously ill. She used that to pressure and entice me into owing her a favor," Cheng Du patted Yu Siqiao’s shoulder, "half sale, half giveaway. I said I didn’t have that much liquid capital, and she just told me to go back and get the deeds without even writing an IOU."
Yu Siqiao was surprised, saying with a strange look, "She isn’t afraid you’ll run off?"
This time, Cheng Du was the surprised one. He turned to look at Yu Siqiao, saying, "Not only that, but she also suggested that after I take office, I could develop it into a forest park."
Yu Siqiao fell silent for a moment, frowning deeper, "Why does that sound familiar?"
Cheng Du gave his shoulder a meaningful pat, "You suggested the same thing to me six months ago. Today, she said the same. Couldn’t it be that you told her?"
Yu Siqiao: "It’s already good if I meet her and don’t end up arguing, where would I find the time to talk about this?"