She sent a text ssage: "Received it. I have to get back to work."
Sun Qiyan didn’t particularly like flowers; he just liked the person who sent them.
He replied, not entirely truthfully, "I love them. The flowers are beautiful. Your thousand yuan won’t go to waste."
She didn’t reply again, perhaps staying up late at the office once more.
Knowing she was busy, Xie Qinyang hadn’t asked her out in a long ti. Thinking she was heading to New York soon, he decided to drop by and see her.
He saw the order for flowers sent to soone.
Xie Qinyang’s brows furrowed. "That stir-fry cook? You’re sending him flowers and gifts?"
"He sends things too; it’s called reciprocity," Shen Jing said, lowering her head to flip through a book for so information. "Oh, and let ask you, Young Master, can *you* cook? Show your hands."
Xie Qinyang, hands in his pockets, replied with utmost confidence, "There’s no comparison. I’m capable of much more..."
"Like what?" Shen Jing slowly looked up, a smile in her voice, her Beijing accent evident. "Young Master, are you an expert on GT West Road, or perhaps your latest business venture failed?"
Initially, the Xie Family had connections to pave his way into politics, but the young master wasn’t interested. He insisted on dabbling in investnts. Since the Xie Family was unwilling to support his business ventures, he faced setbacks at every turn.
Xie Qinyang was amused by her teasing.
He did want to ask if she had moved on from Zhou Luchen.
He didn’t ask.
So much ti had passed. If they had truly intended to reconcile, they would have done so long ago. Why else would neither of them be dating anyone even now? Both were engrossed in work, each perhaps waiting for the other to break the silence and reach out. But neither made a move. It was ti to give up.
In reality, if just one of them had spoken up, the old fla might have rekindled.
Xie Qinyang didn’t want to ddle. Whatever happened, happened; it had nothing to do with him. Besides, it wouldn’t stop him from going to Yanbo Mountain Villa tonight to enjoy the scenery and the moonlight.
"Want to go watch the moon? I can introduce you to a few handso guys from Yi Province."
She shook her head. "I’m rushing to finish a project proposal for the summit."
「In the anti.」
The late-night snack Sun Qiyan had arranged to be sent over had already arrived at her desk. The delivery person brazenly asked Xie Qinyang to make way, worried about spilling the congee.
Xie Qinyang glanced over and stepped aside.
"Auntie, Auntie, take your ti and enjoy your late-night snack," Xie Qinyang drawled.
「Similarly.」
Old Master Shen had finally realized that those two seed to be in that ambiguous phase, trying to advance to the next step—the kind where they could embrace freely.
He often discussed matters of the heart with Old Liang. "Xiaosi is likely trying to start sothing new with Sun Qiyan, attempting to move on from her infatuation with Zhou Luchen."
It wasn’t that he looked down on his own granddaughter, but a match with the Zhou Family was genuinely unsuitable. For ordinary people, the Zhou Family’s social status was utterly out of reach. In his entire life, he had only seen the Zhou family’s patriarch on television back when he was young. It was incredibly rare to even glimpse a mber of the Zhou Family in person. The only one he had seen was Zhou Luchen, who struck him as an indifferent and heartless individual.
This ti, Old Master Shen didn’t object to Shen Jing’s choice.
As long as soone loved her, it was fine. If not, then so be it.
Sun Qiyan’s affection was evident. Lately, it felt as if he wanted to announce to the world that he wanted Shen Jing, subtly but persistently making his intentions known.
She had just lost her beloved grandmother. With Sun Qiyan’s constant, attentive care, that inherently simple and kind-hearted girl... wouldn’t she eventually be swayed if this continued? Even Old Master Shen himself felt a bit muddled by it all.
With the invitation letter, more large enterprises sought cooperation. Previously, she might have needed her elder sister’s help with consulting inquiries, but Shen Jing could now handle them adeptly on her own.
She had pulled an all-nighter to finish the project proposal for the World Trade Summit. Unsatisfied with the first draft, she handed it to Sun Qiyan, who was beside her.
"Could you look this over for ? See if there are any flaws. Being a financial interdiary is tough; I’m losing hair from all these late nights." She stretched languidly, then casually picked up a pen, twisting her long hair into a loose bun at the nape of her neck.
Gazing at the round bun, reminiscent of a flower bud, Sun Qiyan suddenly recalled the roses he had accidentally let die. Their blooming period had been far too short. In their recent conversations, he’d heard her occasionally ntion her past. Before returning to the Shen Family, she had diligently studied finance and taught herself social dia operations. She appeared so gentle and delicate, yet she was such a foolish girl, always ticulously planning her escape routes. Always wanting to learn this and that.
On the 33rd floor of the skyscraper, through the clear glass windows, the man leaned close to her, patiently checking her docunt for typos and overlooked details.
It was almost a pity he couldn’t find any faults. She was truly outstanding. Sun Qiyan genuinely admired her project proposal.
Trained by a renowned ntor, she was quite confident. "If EAP doesn’t look favorably upon it," she said, her face lighting up with a soft, sweet, and slightly mischievous smile, "then I’ll just say it was Mr. Blaire who taught , tarnishing his reputation. He can’t even climb the Great Wall, and yet he had the nerve to boast to yesterday about winning at horse riding!"
Leaning beside her, Sun Qiyan watched her for a long mont before packing up his computer. "You little rascal," he said fondly.
He knew of Mr. Blaire, but he didn’t understand Shen Jing’s connection to him. However, maintaining a sense of propriety, he didn’t pry. Each of them had their own private matters.
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