On the phone, everything seed fine, but once Bo Yan hung up, a dark shadow lood unshakably in his eyes that he could not hide. Xie Cheng, driving in front, shuddered as if a cold, desolate wind had swept through.
Subconsciously, he turned to look at Bo Yan through the rearview mirror, only to see Bo Yan’s eyes, dark and deep to the bone.
Wasn’t that Yuran on the phone just now? He sounded triumphant while he was on the call, but what’s with his expression now?
However, as an agent, he dared not ask, especially given Bo Yan’s temper, which was utterly frustrating. He didn’t dare to say anything more at this mont, for fear of becoming collateral damage.
It was that brutally simple.
Bo Yan sat quietly for less than a minute before picking up his phone and dialing Qi Feng, "Help check what Yinchao is up to. What does he want with Yuran?"
Having heard this, Xie Cheng understood everything. He observed the side profile of the great actor Bo, half-hidden in shadows, slightly frightening. After Bo Yan ended the call, he spoke up softly.
"Great actor Bo, with your looks, are you really worried about soone stealing your spotlight?"
Bo Yan’s gaze stayed intensely on Xie Cheng, who didn’t speak and felt uncomfortable under such scrutiny. Xie Cheng felt as if he’d done sothing disgraceful, perhaps touching a raw nerve.
...
Now sitting face to face with Yinchao once again, Yuran felt the hatred in her heart had faded enough to be negligible. As Yinchao gentlemanly passed her the nu.
"What would Miss Yu like to drink?"
Yuran didn’t reach out to take it, nor did she intend to, her expression indifferent as she looked at the man opposite her, who seed righteous yet sohow seed to be smirking, "Let’s skip the niceties. President Yin, I’m not sure what you want to discuss."
Yinchao looked at her and smiled slightly, "Miss Yu, please don’t overthink it. I just wanted to reminisce about old acquaintances."
Old acquaintances?
About Fu Yuran?
This statent... brought a mocking smile to Yuran’s face. As if he feared that Fu Yuran, dead but speaking through her, would strangle him.
Yuran’s laughter carried a hint of mockery. Sitting opposite this master of pretense felt like a waste of ti. She sarcastically asked, "So, President Yin, did you ask out just to reminisce about old acquaintances? Is the old acquaintance Fu Yuran?"
Yinchao looked genuinely sad as he nodded, "Yes, I..."
Yuran didn’t let him finish, cutting him off, "President Yin, let’s not discuss this any further. I feel there’s no need to go on. First, I don’t have ti for your nonsense. I am alive and well, yet you reminisce about old acquaintances in front of ? It annoys as if you were offering incense before . Can I play along with that? Naturally, I cannot."
"No, Miss Yu, that wasn’t what I ant."
Yuran scoffed, "Whatever intentions President Yin may have hidden, if there’s no serious matter for us to discuss today, there really is no point in wasting each other’s ti here. Do I look like I’m free?"
Yinchao: "..."
Yinchao seed unable to keep up the pretense any longer and, stifling his temper, looked up at Yuran. "Miss Yu, I only wanted to ask you one thing, that’s why I arranged this eting. If you don’t like ntioning Fu Yuran, I won’t bring it up again."
Yuran looked at him. "Go ahead."
Yinchao, "Miss Yu, do you know Qi Younian?"
Yuran didn’t speak but wore a smile that was both mocking and indifferent. "Whether I know Qi Younian or not, what business is it of yours? To be frank, Mr. Yin, we neither know each other nor are we acquainted. Your sudden questioning is quite off-putting, and it makes feel uneasy continuing this conversation. I’ve seen plenty of people like you, too deviously purpose-driven. If you were straightforward with from the beginning, I might have thought better of you, but as it turns out..."
"It’s incredibly disappointing. Whatever mystery you’re trying to sell, I’m not interested. But trying to sell it in front of , you simply don’t asure up. Perhaps you’ll regret speaking such nonsense to ."
Yinchao’s face turned abruptly pale, but he still tried to salvage sothing, smiling at Yuran, "Miss Yu, you misunderstand. I just wanted to warn you that Qi Younian is not a good person. Don’t be deceived by him."
Yuran, "I always trust my own judgnt. Whether Qi Younian is a fraud, I don’t know, but if he can deceive , it ans he must be quite capable, which is a good thing!"
Yinchao looked at her in disbelief. "Miss Yu, you..."
Yuran glanced at her watch, her expression unchanging as she addressed Yinchao, "I thought Mr. Yin wanted to discuss a partnership or give so scoop, but from the looks of it, you’re just wasting my ti with nonsense. Let’s not waste any more of it, shall we?"
Yinchao’s face turned extrely awkward. Just as he was about to say sothing, Yuran’s phone rang. It was Bo Yan calling her. She brightened up slightly as she answered, her tone softening, "Qi Ge."
Bo Yan chuckled lowly, his magnetic voice reaching Yuran’s ears, "I’m downstairs at the hotel where you’re eting. Once you’re done, co down and we’ll go ho together."
"I’ll be right down, Qi Ge. Just give a mont."
"Okay!"
Yuran hung up the phone and got ready to leave. Yinchao quickly stood up and called after her, "Miss Yu, I still have sothing to say. Please give a little more ti, I’ll be quick..."
Yuran turned around to refuse him. "I really have nothing more to say to you, Mr. Yin. As I’ve said, we barely know each other. Your continuous questioning about Qi Younian probably has nothing to do with . If it’s about Qi Younian you want to ask, then you should be asking him. Sorry, but I’m not closely acquainted with Qi Younian; I really cannot be of any help."
Yinchao grew desperate, "But Miss Yu, aren’t you and Qi Younian business partners? Doesn’t that an you are familiar with one another?"
His eyes intensely fixed on Yuran, trying to detect sothing from her expression. Yuran let him scrutinize her without a change in her deanor. After a while, she mocked him with a laugh, "I thought you really had sothing important to discuss with . I admire Qi Younian and wanted to do business with him. How does that conflict with not being close to him? Since there’s no conflict, what concern is it of yours? Did I spend your money?"
Yinchao, faced with her rebuttal, turned pale and felt bitter, at a loss for words. "Miss Yu, it’s just that I have so personal grievances with Qi Younian, so..."
Yuran, "If you have personal grievances, take them up with Yinchao, not . It’s absurd to co to . Can I help you? I am Qi Younian’s ally. What on earth made you think I would help you? You really have stunned . Are you planning to charm with your looks? Sorry, my ho already has a more impressive man, you can’t compare."
Yinchao’s face twitched, utterly embarrassed: "..."
Every word Yuran said here below reached the ears of Bo Yan, who was waiting downstairs, leaving him unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. A warm current flowed through his eyes, eager to see her.
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