To put it bluntly, he’s just lazy, not interested in eating or joining in the fun.
Li Mo listened to Su Wanxin’s words, looked at her with a aningful gaze, and softly uttered a few words: "Let’s hope so."
Let’s hope things are as simple as she imagines.
As afternoon arrived, after dealing with business matters, Su Wanxin left for the hotel where the eting was being held.
The destination wasn’t far, taking less than half an hour by car.
She asked Lin Rui to wait in the parking lot, and Su Wanxin went into the hotel conference room alone. She arrived rather early; there were only three people sitting and chatting. As soon as she pushed the door open, their conversation abruptly stopped.
Su Wanxin glanced at their expressions, and could roughly guess the topic they’d been discussing was related to her.
This wasn’t anything unusual; thanks to President Fu, the photos of them kissing were spreading everywhere in recent days, and old photos from years ago kept erging, with the buzz only increasing.
Su Wanxin smiled politely, greeted them, and took a seat. Everyone exchanged pleasantries, awaiting the arrival of others.
Ti slowly passed, while talking with them, Su Wanxin constantly glanced at the door to keep an eye on Benzhi’s people.
The seats around the eting table dwindled, and after much waiting, Benzhi’s people finally appeared. But what was unexpected was, following them closely was...
Su Wanxin’s smile froze as Fu Shihan appeared; the room fell silent once more, everyone’s gaze shalessly shifted back and forth between them, very openly observing their reactions.
Seeing is believing, no matter how many rumors one hears, nothing beats witnessing it firsthand. After all, photos can be faked, but now the two key figures were right before their eyes.
Su Wanxin looked at Fu Shihan, unable to describe her feelings.
She wanted to be angry but also wanted to laugh.
Angry at his constant scheming against her, yet amused by how far he’d go to plot against her.
Sighing silently in her heart, Su Wanxin bit her lip, withdrew her gaze, and pretended to be calm while looking at her phone.
Fu Shihan hadn’t attended such informal group gatherings in a long ti, and why he was here today was sothing known by everyone present.
He entered the room calmly and exchanged pleasantries seamlessly. No one dared to bring up the rumors about him and Su Wanxin, and he showed no urge to ntion anything related to her, until—
He walked up to Su Wanxin, slightly bent over, and tapped the table montarily, prompting the person beside her to make space.
The person suddenly understood, smiled with a hint of gossip, and left. The onlookers chuckled kindly, making Su Wanxin’s ears inexplicably warm.
She considered herself to have developed thick skin, but the reality proved that compared to a certain soone, she was far from it.
"President Su, what a coincidence."
Fu "Thick-skinned" Shi "Bootlicker" Han slightly raised his lips and turned lightly towards Su Wanxin, speaking calmly.
Facing his serious deanor, Su Wanxin couldn’t help but laugh angrily, feeling the urge to hit him.
"What, so happy to see ?" Fu Shihan noticed her reaction, his eyes filled with amusent. "I thought President Su might want to discuss sothing with ."
These words obviously had an underlying aning, and while others might see it as playful banter, only Su Wanxin understood that Fu Shihan was implying sothing else.
Su Wanxin’s mood gradually cald, she t Fu Shihan’s eyes, her mind racing.
"I do have sothing," she nodded slightly, replying softly, "President Fu’s tactics for poaching clients are just as despicable as ever.
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