At the door of the diation room, only Jiang Mian, Luo Ting, and Ji Chen—who was endlessly gossiping—remained.
"Are you the cop who arrested during the raid last ti?"
Ji Chen, feeling caught red-handed, chuckled awkwardly, "I didn’t expect Miss Jiang to rember. Last ti was a misunderstanding, and we explained it to Captain Fu afterward."
Jiang Mian didn’t care about that, feeling uncomfortable after wearing a cheongsam and high heels all day.
Adding to that, she had just had a ntally exhausting battle of wits.
She waved her hand, "No need to explain to . It’s fine, thanks for today."
Jiang Mian wasn’t familiar with him, but clearly, he seed considerate towards her that day.
Even if it might have been for the sake of Fu Sichen.
"Sister Ting, let’s hurry back. I’m too tired, I need a good sleep..."
Watching Jiang Mian’s fading figure, Ji Chen felt an inexplicable nervousness for his Captain Fu.
He didn’t expect the boss’s wife to be Lin Chen’s younger sister, aning Captain Fu had married a young lady of significant wealth.
And to think the boss, with such a beautiful wife, didn’t return ho for a whole year—he couldn’t understand it.
*
"Didn’t expect President Lin to be like this behind closed doors."
Luo Ting only knew of Lin Chen by hearsay and his initial impression today shed with what she knew—a poised and refined gentleman whose presence was intimidating yet alluring.
Then his ancestor had effectively shattered that filter.
"That’s just how he is, don’t be deceived by magazine pictures of a wolf in sheep’s clothing."
Jiang Mian rested, leaning on a neck pillow.
"Well, he really did make sure the cheongsam was thoroughly prepared for you."
Everything was accounted for, truly the thods of a man weathered in the economic field.
This thod wasn’t sothing ordinary people could compete with.
This young lady truly didn’t know how good her life was.
Cheongsam?!
Jiang Mian’s delicate brows slightly furrowed, having forgotten to ask her brother what was going on due to the ntion of it.
When had a cheongsam fit her so well? She recalled not having custom clothes made for a long ti.
Even if she used her old asurents, she would be slightly smaller after marriage, after all.
There was a problem.
Jiang Mian slled sothing fishy.
She opened her beautiful eyes and turned on her phone.
Jiang Mian: [Brother, where did the cheongsam co from?]
Lin Chen quickly replied.
Lin Chen: [Teacher Tian, or are you suggesting I sewed it?]
"..."
Jiang Mian: [I wouldn’t dare to hope for such from your precious fingers. Where did you get my size from? I haven’t had clothes made in a long ti]
Lin Chen: [A brother’s intuition]
Jiang Mian: [Stop joking around, don’t make it sound creepy]
"President Lin?"
Lin Chen sat in the conference room almost laughing out loud at the chat on his phone.
"No worries, continue talking."
He typed three words on his phone—
Lin Chen: [Fu Sichen]
Lin Chen found Fu Sichen’s WeChat.
Lin Chen: [Co handle your wife quickly; don’t involve in your matters anymore]
Good intentions, yet he ended up with a creepy reputation.
Truly, his beloved little sister.
Jiang Mian stared at the prominent three words on her phone, her fingertips pausing.
"Fu Sichen..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
Luo Ting was coordinating processes with the company on her tablet and didn’t quite catch what Jiang Mian had said.
She looked up to see her artiste spaced out.
"What’s got you shocked now?"
Jiang Mian swiftly pocketed her phone and imdiately closed her eyes, "It’s nothing, just wake when we arrive."
Such a day of mumbles and mutters.
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