Shen Zhiyi was touching up her makeup in the restroom, thinking about what Fu Songzhi had said earlier. Pei Yu turned out to be the second largest director of her company. His relationship with Fu Songzhi was so close that there was virtually no difference between the first and the second, which ant Pei Yu was essentially her big boss.
She checked her phone. Pei Yu had not sent any ssages since their earlier call. It seed he had decided to keep his attendance at the dinner a secret from her.
A surprise?
Before eting him, Shen Zhiyi had learned that he was a director of the company. Instead of being "happy," she felt more "surprised."
When she ca out of the restroom, the banquet was even livelier than before. Thinking that Pei Yu should be arriving soon, Shen Zhiyi walked towards the middle area, which had been crowded since the start of the banquet. Many newcors wanted to show their faces in front of the boss, and even if they were not newcors, they still gathered around to mark their presence.
As a result, when Shen Zhiyi walked over, she couldn’t find a single empty seat and had to stand next to the bar where wine was being served.
Having drunk most of the wine in her glass, those newcors busy marking their presence were finally led away by their managers. Fewer directors were on the crescent-shaped sofa, but there was also a new addition.
It was Pei Yu.
She didn’t know when he had arrived, but he was currently turning his head to speak with Fu Songzhi. Here, he was a new face, and almost nobody in the entertainnt circle had seen him before. So to others, he was just another director from the company. However, because of his obvious close relationship with Fu Songzhi, he seed more eye-catching than the other older directors.
"They say he’s a director, but doesn’t he look more like a male model, right?"
Suddenly, a voice ca from beside her. Shen Zhiyi turned and recognized her as a singer who had debuted a few years earlier than herself, who later turned to acting. She was considered a second-tier celebrity in the industry, though her open personal life and frequent appearances on hot search made her not very popular with the public.
They weren’t familiar, having only seen each other a few tis at the company, so Shen Zhiyi didn’t engage in conversation.
The other party obviously didn’t care whether Shen Zhiyi responded to her or not. Her attention was fully on the new director, watching him intently. "Top notch," she comnted. "Both powerful and handso. It would be too wasteful not to try."
Shen Zhiyi caught the implication of her words and was sowhat surprised. "You’re going to..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the woman had already picked up a glass of wine and was heading in that direction, tossing her hair confidently towards Shen Zhiyi. "I bet he’ll accept this drink from ."
Shen Zhiyi: "..."
Is her presence here really appropriate?
Watching Pei Yu being hit on by another woman, Shen Zhiyi didn’t feel jealous but found it rather amusing. Pei Yu’s deanor while speaking with Fu Songzhi was so cold and distant, as if he was turning people away from miles apart. It wasn’t just hitting on him; even greeting him required a lot of courage. If it were her, she definitely wouldn’t want to get close, to avoid being rebuffed.
While she was thinking, the woman had already reached the middle area with her glass of wine, successfully making it to the sofa. Fu Songzhi noticed her first, and she gave him a slight smile, but her target was Pei Yu.
"Sir," the woman bent over intentionally displaying her attractive figure, smilingly offered the glass, "this champagne tastes quite good. I hope you like it."
The intention behind offering the drink was blatantly obvious.
Fu Songzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and instinctively looked over to see if Shen Zhiyi was nearby. Upon spotting Shen Zhiyi standing at the bar with a drink, looking quite entertained, he too decided to just watch the spectacle.
Unbeknownst to Pei Yu, Shen Zhiyi was nearby. He was looking down at his phone, texting Shen Zhiyi, when he was abruptly interrupted. Slightly annoyed, he glanced coldly at the woman, ignoring the offered drink.
He neither refused nor accepted, because apart from that one glance, he had no other reaction and said not a word.
Shen Zhiyi’s phone vibrated a few tis, distracting her from seeing the woman’s reaction.
It was a ssage from Pei Yu, asking if she was still attending the dinner.
Before Shen Zhiyi could reply, a woman, rebuffed in her flirtation, walked over to the bar and slamd her glass down, splashing the drink onto the back of her hand.
After giving Shen Zhiyi a glance, the woman said dismissively, "Accidental."
She downed the drink, rembered her confident declaration in front of Shen Zhiyi, felt extrely embarrassed, and strained to justify herself, "I was too hasty. Luring this type of man should be done gradually; direct thods are useless. That drink I just had probably made him think I’m frivolous. But at least, he now has an impression of ."
Shen Zhiyi was noncommittal to her words, pulled a paper towel, and wiped the drink off her hand, her calm deanor looking more to the woman like a silent mockery.
"Do you think I’m wrong?" the woman grabbed another drink, glanced over sidelong, and spoke with displeasure, "I’m kindly sharing my experience with you."
Her scrutinizing gaze sized up Shen Zhiyi from head to toe as if unsatisfied with everything, she scoffed condescendingly, "But it’s useless for you to want this experience. Soone like was already refused; soone as bland as you is even less likely."
Bland?
This was the first ti Shen Zhiyi had heard soone describe her with that term, and she finally gave the woman a serious look.
Hmm... Compared to her exaggerated fake breasts and padded buttocks, she could indeed be called bland.
Shen Zhiyi initially did not want to deal with her, but anyone would be upset being scrutinized and belittled like this.
She asked indifferently, "How do you know it’s not possible for ?"
The woman seed to have been waiting for her to ask this question and imdiately said, "You’re not the type n like. Look at your—"
"Let’s just try it then," Shen Zhiyi cut her off without letting her continue, picked up her skirt, and walked that way.
She hadn’t replied to Pei Yu’s ssage, but as soon as she approached, Pei Yu saw her, an "unexpected" eting, yet her face showed no surprise. Pei Yu imdiately reacted, guessing she must have known he would be there.
As for where she knew from, no one but Fu Songzhi could be the source.
He could not figure out Shen Zhiyi’s attitude, only quietly waited as she approached and whispered, "I—"
"Mr. Pei," Shen Zhiyi interrupted him, her tone distant, as if eting him for the first ti, she took sothing from her purse and handed it over, "Will you accept it?"
From the woman’s perspective, the scene was clearly visible, and almost instantly, she realized what Shen Zhiyi was offering.
It was her room card.
The woman was full of disbelief—her offering a drink was already too straightforward, and Shen Zhiyi was directly offering a room card?
The room card was held between Shen Zhiyi’s fingers, her deanor so natural it seed as if a room card was sothing casually given, yet her eyes held a sly smile.
Pei Yu paused, realized sothing, and took the room card from her hand.
His voice low, he said, "My honor."
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