Mu Yiliang walked in arm in arm with Young Master Gu, and for a mont she almost thought she was walking on a red carpet.
Gu Qingqian was a bit surprised, showing an approving expression, "I didn’t expect you to be so composed."
In such formal gatherings, he never brought those young models or internet celebrities, not because he was stingy, but because those won would show their nerves in big events.
The woman beside him, however, was exceptionally calm and poised, as if she were walking in her own ho.
Mu Yiliang slightly lifted her chin, "Do you think I’m soone who’s never seen the world?"
Gu Qingqian, for once, did not retort but rely chuckled softly.
Having seen the world was even better, his old man liked grand girls.
As long as she was willing to make an effort, winning over the old man shouldn’t be a problem.
They soon arrived at the door of the private room.
Gu Qingqian pushed open the door, and the scene inside the room gradually unfolded before them.
A table that wasn’t small had only three or four people seated. The man facing them had one hand resting on the table, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, seemingly listening intently to sothing.
He wasn’t wearing a coat; the silver-black shirt and black sweater outlined his lean and powerful body, and just by sitting there casually, he exuded a sense of heavy allure.
Even though the man appeared to be smiling patiently, Mu Yiliang inexplicably saw a hint of restraint in his eyes.
It seed that he was supposed to dislike such occasions but forced himself to adapt. That aloof and solitary aura of his grew more reserved and profound, as if it had completely rged with him.
It was like a deep, lancholic background music that could easily be overlooked because it was always there from the beginning.
Yet Mu Yiliang felt that she could hear everything clearly.
That uncontrollable sadness swept over her once again, rendering her unable to react.
Until Gu Qingqian pulled her into the private room.
"Dad." Gu Qingqian said coolly to the middle-aged man beside Yan Sijue.
"Ah Qian is here?" Gu Benhong smiled, imdiately introducing Yan Sijue to him, "This is President Yan. Since President Yan has graced us with his presence today, you should accompany him for a few drinks."
Then, he turned to Yan Sijue and said, "This is my son. I hope you won’t mind, President Yan, and will kindly give him so guidance."
Yan Sijue smiled and nodded, which was considered a greeting.
Gu Qingqian managed to pull out a slight smile with difficulty.
Seeing Yan Sijue didn’t make him lose composure, but having his father imdiately place him in the position of a junior made him extrely displeased.
Fortunately, years of upbringing prevented him from showing anything, and he greeted Fengye and the other two executives accompanying them, then introduced Mu Yiliang to Gu Benhong, "Dad, this is Mu Yiliang, currently a capable subordinate of mine."
In the gap while they were greeting each other, Mu Yiliang had already regained her composure.
She quickly smiled, greeting Gu Benhong and the two executives one by one, and lastly Yan Sijue—the heavyweight guests were often saved for last.
She hadn’t expected to et this man so soon.
The chat list on WeChat had long been deleted, and Liu Xuan had been discharged from the hospital. She thought they’d never cross paths again, but in just a few days... fate indeed favored her.
"Hello, Mr. Yan." Her tone was neither warm nor cold, which made Gu Benhong nod secretly.
Yan Sijue gently lifted his eyes, looking at her intently, his eyes deep and inscrutable.
"Hello." He said in a low voice, for so reason his voice was slightly hoarse.
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