Yin Xiner breathed a sigh of relief, bit her lip, and a touch of charming shyness appeared on her beautiful face.
Getting engaged? A successful conclusion?
Turns out she’s not the only one who thinks it’s just right?
Marrying Jichen was always ant to be.
She turned her head, looking expectantly at the man beside her, whose profile was extraordinarily handso, captivatingly beautiful, and utterly srizing.
Sotis she wondered, with a smile that matched this face, how many won would flock to him relentlessly.
But now, that extraordinarily handso face held an unabashed smile, yet—
Smiling in the eyes but not truly reaching them.
A smile colder than anger!
It seems it never truly reached the depths of his eyes, from the heart.
Rather than this smile, she would prefer to see him furious.
Her heart gradually turned cold, the smile on her face froze, and the excitent and anticipation in her heart were extinguished in that mont.
She glanced over at Ling Qingan opposite, casually playing with her phone, with no expression on her face, but it was clear she was indifferent, nonchalant, and her discordant deanor made a wave of unwillingness and anger rise in Yin Xiner’s heart.
Sothing she treasured, yet she treated it like an abandoned shoe!
Why?
Sitting quietly beside the man, supporting her self-assured fantasies, wearing the smile she excelled at, she smiled sweetly and happily.
"Thank you, we’ll notify everyone promptly when the ti cos."
The atmosphere in the room was montarily stifled.
"Haha, that sounds great."
"Yes, we’ll wait for good news from both of you."
"..."
The atmosphere returned to the previous buzz and excitent, but the situation added several degrees of awkwardness and discomfort.
Especially those discreet, yet occasional glances, causing Ling Qingan to slightly furrow her brows.
Su Ran noticed the impatience between her brows, pulled the napkin off her knee, and turned her head to speak to her.
"Shall we talk?"
In the bustling room, amid various sounds, Wen Jichen still clearly heard the two of them conversing at a manageable volu.
Ling Qingan’s gaze fell on Su Ran’s face, the impatience between her brows slightly subdued.
"Sure, let’s go outside, it’s stifling here."
Su Ran nodded, then turned and said a word to Fu Qiyuan.
Fu Qiyuan looked at her intently, a trace of grievance in his eyes, but still released her hand.
Both stood up simultaneously, pushed back their chairs, and walked towards the door.
Su Ran headed to the right, her path going behind Fu Qiyuan.
Ling Qingan headed to the left, her path leading past Wen Jichen and Yin Xiner’s seats.
A familiar clean fragrance mixed with a hint of liquor entered her nostrils, Wen Jichen’s well-defined fingers rubbed along the edge of his glass, with a smile on his extraordinarily beautiful face, enigmatic, unpredictable.
The room door was opened and closed again, his fingers still rubbed along the edge of the glass, but the smile by his lips deepened, beneath inked brows, a pair of cold eyes filled entirely with chilling gloom.
Ye Zhichen’s gaze withdrew from the door, inevitably connecting with Wen Jichen nearby.
Expressionless, indifferent.
She glanced at Yin Xiner beside her, sighed slowly, and finally withdrew her gaze, speaking with Li Sheng and Song Mianmian beside her.
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By the window at the end of the corridor, Su Ran and Ling Qingan leaned against opposite walls, facing each other.
"You seem convinced I will certainly agree?" Ling Qingan said.
Su Ran raised an eyebrow, "Then will you agree?"
Ling Qingan glanced at her, seeming to ponder for a mont before her gaze settled.
"A win-win situation, why wouldn’t I agree?"
Hearing this, Su Ran straightened her posture against the wall, walked towards her, then extended her hand.
"Congratulations on officially assuming the role of Enrich’s CEO."
Ling Qingan raised an eyebrow and reached out to shake her hand.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll abuse my power for personal gain?"
Su Ran’s expression was calm, with hardly any fluctuations in her deanor.
"I don’t care about the process, only the outco."
Ling Qingan paused, then chuckled softly.
"You truly are a born businesswoman."
There was no derogatory aning in these words, Su Ran didn’t mind, she tightened the grip slightly, leaned in slowly, and with a teasing smile said:
"Then to thank you for taking on the position of Enrich’s CEO, I’ll give you a gift."
"Oh?"
"Paris Fashion Week’s jewelry brand, Qianran International, has decided to collaborate with LG."
Ling Qingan was stunned, staring straight at her, she had heard before about Qianran International refusing partnership with other brands.
Although LG had shown interest in extending an olive branch, it had no reputation compared to those international and dostic major brands, its establishnt was too recent, and in no way did it hold an advantage from any perspective.
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