"But we were talking about matters concerning the project, which are very important and should remain confidential," He Mingzhu maintained her smile with effort,
her fingers curling fiercely into her palm.
If she weren’t afraid of Zhou Lin seeing sothing amiss, her glare would have already flown towards Cheng Zhiwei.
Cheng Zhiwei had originally wanted to leave, as she couldn’t be bothered to listen to their project talk.
But since Zhou Lin had said as much, and He Mingzhu’s expression was so interesting,
she decided not to leave.
With slight steps, Cheng Zhiwei walked over to the sofa and sat down, her tone indifferent, "You guys chat, I won’t disturb you."
He Mingzhu’s expression froze—she really dared to stay?
Zhou Lin was in a good mood, so much so that his impatience with He Mingzhu disappeared, "If there’s anything, just tell ."
Muffling her mouth, He Mingzhu deliberately coughed, her expression turning serious, "It’s already late, I won’t disturb your al now. We can talk about the project tomorrow."
She said, her gaze fixed on Cheng Zhiwei the whole ti, almost directly saying it was because Cheng Zhiwei was there that she wouldn’t ask, for fear Cheng Zhiwei would eavesdrop on the key points of the project and sell them.
Zhou Lin humd nonchalantly. With Cheng Zhiwei there, he also had no interest in continuing the discussion about the project.
Besides, the project was already mostly ready; what remained were just details, which the project team needed to handle.
His attitude left He Mingzhu montarily speechless.
She could only maintain her composed smile and leave the office.
But as she turned her head, she couldn’t control the hints of fierce hatred that showed.
Cheng Zhiwei was really capable. She had just gotten rid of He Ye’s proposal, and now she was turning to Zhou Lin.
Such a frivolous woman.
Hmph.
In the office, Zhou Lin opened the thermos by himself, poured a bowl of soup out, and tasted it before placing it in front of Cheng Zhiwei.
"Wang i’s soup, pretty good."
Cheng Zhiwei pushed the soup bowl back, naturally saying, "It’s for you, drink it, I’ve already had so."
Zhou Lin then drank it all in one go.
The atmosphere was very pleasant.
Seeing that it was about right, Cheng Zhiwei got straight to the point, "Could you give Lawyer Seo’s contact information?"
Zhou Lin stood up, taking her wrist and pulling her up to leave with him.
"I’m hungry, let’s go eat."
Cheng Zhiwei frowned—she wasn’t in the mood to eat; she was here to ask about things, "Zhou Lin, I’m worried about Xu Tian; could you give Lawyer Seo’s contact?"
She spoke coldly, holding back politeness.
Zhou Lin didn’t let go, only turning to look at her, his eyes deep and imposing in a way that brooked no argunt.
Just that look was enough to send shivers down the spine.
This was the true Zhou Lin, always assertive.
Not the man who lowered his stance in front of her.
Cheng Zhiwei gritted her teeth, "Fine, I’ll accompany you to eat but after we eat, you have to give Lawyer Seo’s contact information."
That was the condition.
"Alright," Zhou Lin agreed.
He had beco assertive, but he also knew he couldn’t always be domineering. This was just to bring them closer while she needed sothing from him.
Flexibility was key.
Zhou Lin chose a Western restaurant.
The ambiance was lovely, with gentle music and roses with droplets of water, particularly vibrant.
Zhou Lin cut a steak and placed it before Cheng Zhiwei, speaking softly, "It tastes very good, try it."
Cheng Zhiwei bowed her head and silently ate slowly, only taking a few bites before stopping.
Zhou Lin ate elegantly and leisurely.
Cheng Zhiwei quietly waited.
If it weren’t for the annoying voice that followed, the dinner would have been perfect.
"Ah Lin, you and Zhiwei are here to eat too?" He Mingzhu’s pervasive voice ca through, laced with a hint of laughter.
Cheng Zhiwei looked up and saw He Mingzhu and He Ye beside her.
It was only half a day, and he seed like a changed person—with tenderness mixed in harsh cold, even his jawline seed sterner.
Cheng Zhiwei involuntarily clenched her fingers.
He Mingzhu slightly tilted her head towards He Ye, her tone leisurely, "Xiao Ye, won’t you greet Zhiwei? If it weren’t for auntie suddenly getting sick, we’d be family now."
She pointedly raised it.
He Ye’s lips pursed, his tone indifferent, "Not too familiar."
Cheng Zhiwei’s heart felt tumultuous.
Zhou Lin put down his fork and ticulously wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, his eyes calm and deep, "If you’re not too familiar, then don’t disturb our al here."
His words were impolite.
He Mingzhu blinked, her smile bright, "Ah Lin, he’s my brother, don’t be mad at him."
"I’ve nothing to be mad with trash," Zhou Lin stood up, leaning back slightly, his presence overwhelming, "We have other matters, we’ll be leaving first."
He pulled Cheng Zhiwei and left.
He Ye’s expression turned dark and unpleasing.
He Mingzhu’s smile faded, her voice indifferent, "Seeing how Cheng Zhiwei rejected your proposal and turned to Zhou Lin instead, is such a woman really worth your undying mory?"
He Ye had just agreed to join the company, and already He Mingzhu spoke to him with the tone of schooling a subordinate.
The closeness they once shared as siblings was gone.
But whose fault was it that the proposal failed?
He Ye’s lips curved slightly, his tone sufficiently cool, "Hmm."
He was obedient, and He Mingzhu thought again how she had won against Cheng Zhiwei on this issue, her expression easing sowhat.
"Xiao Ye, sister didn’t an to send you away, it’s just that father learned about Cheng Zhiwei and he wasn’t pleased."
" What a pity for Wen Yi. Because of your quarrel with Cheng Zhiwei, make sure to contact her more. Father really cares about this."
Father cares?
He Ye internally scoffed, likely she cared the most.
If it weren’t for the marriage alliance with Wen Yi, she probably would have preferred him proposing to Cheng Zhiwei.
His tone was calm enough, "Your progress with Zhou Lin seems quite average."
It might have been He Mingzhu’s illusion, but Xiao Ye’s tone didn’t seem concerned—it rather seed like he was enjoying the drama.
She quietly gauged Xiao Ye’s expression.
But what she saw was a serene and easy smile.
He Mingzhu lowered her gaze, a flash of displeasure crossing her eyes.
Xiao Ye then made an exasperated gesture, sighing, "If my proposal had been successful, she wouldn’t have gone back to Zhou Lin."
"Sister, you need to try harder."
Concern appeared again.
He Mingzhu raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically, "You actually think this way?"
She thought he harbored so resentnt.
Xiao Ye lowered his gaze, sounding dejected, "You’re right. She and Zhou Lin are deeply connected. Agreeing to be with was just to anger him."
"I was too naive."
He Mingzhu flashed a relieved smile, "Good that you understand. Sister didn’t waste her efforts after all."
Yet, as she spoke, her eyes still held wariness.
She didn’t trust Xiao Ye.
Now that her goal had been achieved, it was ti to think of ways to kick him out.
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