Chapter 61: Spineless

Until Sheng Yang left, Zhao Yimo withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the gloating people beside him.

Then he said leisurely, "A sincere piece of advice: you'd better watch what you say lately."

That person, however, didn't care at all. "What, am I wrong? Wen Jin has always been spineless."

"Have you forgotten? Back then, just because Sheng Yang said he had a cold, Wen Jin—"

"Even when they were practically on the verge of breaking up, she still foolishly bought a hard-seat train ticket and traveled over thirty hours just to rush back—"

At this point, the man suddenly touched his chin and let out a soft sigh.

"Not gonna lie, Wen Jin might be a bit foolish, but having someone who cares about you that deeply is actually pretty nice."

-

Wen Jin had been in Yangcheng for half a month.

She originally wanted to rent a place of her own, but Guan Fanghua wouldn't hear of it under any circumstances.

Not only that, Cheng Yao even became her personal chauffeur.

Feeling bad about it, Wen Jin tried to refuse every time.

Cheng Yao would just let out a cold snort:

"Do you think I actually want to drive you around? It's Madam Guan who's afraid you'll sneak back to Beijing again."

Wen Jin was left speechless.

Both Guan Fanghua and Cheng Yao seemed to think she was deeply attached to Beijing and would return sooner or later.

Not knowing how to explain, Wen Jin let out a soft sigh.

"I'm not going back."

Whether Cheng Yao heard her or not, he didn't say anything in response.

It wasn't until they arrived downstairs at the company that Cheng Yao suddenly spoke up:

"My mom asked me to find out what kind of food you want to eat. She's been studying Beijing specialty dishes lately."

Wen Jin looked up at the sky.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

It was the kind of sky she rarely saw in Beijing.

Or rather, when she was in Beijing, she never had the leisure to look at such a sky.

The pace there was too fast, and everyone was exceptionally busy—bustling and hurried.

After a moment, Wen Jin said earnestly, "I'm sick of Beijing cuisine. Just make Yangcheng dishes; they taste much better."

Cheng Yao raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you have some taste after all."

Wen Jin smiled wryly and waved goodbye to him.

Yet the moment she turned around, she felt as though someone was watching her.

She subconsciously glanced around her surroundings, but sensed nothing unusual.

It wasn't until she stepped into the office that she found everyone buzzing with unusual excitement.

Her new colleague, Zhu Xiaoqi, hurried right over. "Wenwen, let me tell you some major news."

"What is it?"

"Lingyue from Beijing—the company behind the project you're in charge of—their executive is coming to Yangcheng, and he's visiting Stars today to inspect."

Wen Jin didn't react much.

Ever since she returned to Yangcheng from Beijing, Manager Yao had reported everything truthfully, and the company was extremely satisfied with Wen Jin's performance.

Consequently, they simply assigned her to continue managing the Lingyue project alongside Manager Yao.

However, as far as Lingyue was concerned, Stars' project was far too small. Moreover, the person she had been liaising with all this time was just one of Lingyue's junior employees.

Therefore, even if an executive from Lingyue were to visit, it would most likely just be one of those low-level supervisors.

Seeing her so unconcerned, Zhu Xiaoqi clicked her tongue and said, "Aren't you even a bit excited? President Sheng of Lingyue is a textbook example of tall, rich, and handsome!"

Hearing Sheng Yang's name out of the blue, Wen Jin experienced a momentary trance.

Ever since she left Beijing, she had deliberately tried to banish everything related to Sheng Yang from her mind.

Yet she quickly recovered her composure and explained to Zhu Xiaoqi:

"Our project isn't even significant enough to catch Lingyue's attention, and the liaison officer I've been dealing with all this time is just an ordinary employee."

"So President Sheng of Lingyue is simply not going to show up here."

Zhu Xiaoqi looked at her. "But—"

Before she could finish, someone called out for Wen Jin.

Zhu Xiaoqi watched her retreating figure and finished the second half of the sentence to herself:

"But President Sheng is the one who's here today."

Wen Jin was summoned to Manager Yao's office.

Manager Yao looked at her. "Wen Jin."

Wen Jin asked softly, "Is there something you need?"

"Naturally, it's about work."

Manager Yao looked at her eagerly. "Lingyue's executive is coming today. You must already know, right?"

"I know," Wen Jin nodded.

"Good. Then you and I will be responsible for receiving them. We must present the company in its absolute best light."

Since she was already managing the Lingyue project, Wen Jin didn't think too much of it and simply nodded in agreement.

However, she never expected that the person representing Lingyue would be Chen Jin.

To be precise, the moment Wen Jin pushed open the meeting room door, Chen Jin was the very first person she saw.

And sitting right beside him was Sheng Yang.

Her footsteps paused at the door.

Yet Sheng Yang's gaze happened to shift toward her.

The instant their eyes met, Wen Jin's breathing hitched slightly.

Manager Yao urged her, "Wen Jin, why aren't you coming in?"

Only then did Wen Jin step inside, placing the documents she had prepared on the table.

After quickly composing herself, she took a seat opposite Chen Jin.

Yet the moment she sat down, she felt a gaze lingering on her, now and then.

Ignoring that gaze, Wen Jin earnestly joined Manager Yao in reporting Stars' recent progress to them.

The climate in Yangcheng was completely different from Beijing's.

Wen Jin was wearing a thin shirt. The Peter Pan collar at the neckline lent an even more youthful, student-like air to her delicate face.

Her long hair had also been trimmed shorter, and a pair of black-framed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, obscuring her clear eyes.

She was exceptionally focused while giving her report, though her eyes remained consistently fixed on Chen Jin.

Chen Jin coughed repeatedly, attempting to warn Wen Jin.

It wasn't until the report concluded that Manager Yao flatteringly asked Sheng Yang:

"Does President Sheng have any thoughts on this?"

Only then did Sheng Yang lazily withdraw his gaze from Wen Jin.

Then, with a cold scoff, he tossed the fountain pen in his hand onto the table.

"According to the contract between Lingyue and Stars, Lingyue holds equal decision-making power for this project."

"Yet right now, not a single requirement put forward by Lingyue is reflected in your proposal."

Manager Yao's expression stiffened, and he stammered an explanation:

"President Sheng, this—"

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Sheng Yang.

Sheng Yang looked directly at Wen Jin. "Since you were the one who signed the contract between Stars and Lingyue, naturally you should continue to be in charge of it."

Wen Jin paused, her brows drawing together slightly.

The moment she met Sheng Yang's cold gaze, she understood exactly what he was trying to do.

He was doing this on purpose.

Her palms curled inward.

Straightening her spine, she reminded Sheng Yang:

"Overstepping the chain of command in work is a taboo everywhere. Besides, I am only a newcomer at Stars, and there are many things I don't understand."

"Manager Yao is the person actually in charge."

Hearing her reply, Sheng Yang's expression didn't change in the slightest.

He merely tapped his finger against the tabletop, then stood up.

"Chen Jin, prepare to withdraw the investment."

Having dropped those words, he walked straight out of the meeting room.

Chen Jin glanced at the departing Sheng Yang and kindly reminded Wen Jin:

"Miss Wen, President Sheng is angry."

How could Wen Jin fail to see that Sheng Yang was angry?

He had always been self-centered. Whenever something displeased him, he wouldn't care about the consequences for anyone else.

Yet—he possessed the capital to act that way.

The moment Chen Jin stepped outside, Manager Yao's expression changed instantly.

He said, "Wen Jin, did you understand what Secretary Chen meant?"

"Tonight, I am booking a private room at the Pearl Hotel so I can apologize to President Sheng. I don't care what you have to say, but under no circumstances can Lingyue withdraw its investment."

"Furthermore, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. You will be the one to invite President Sheng."

-

When Wen Jin returned to her desk, Zhu Xiaoqi hurried over again.

Gossip gleaming in her eyes, she asked, "Well? Isn't President Sheng extremely handsome?"

Wen Jin felt a headache coming on.

She had returned to Yangcheng in the first place precisely to escape Sheng Yang.

Yet she never expected to run into him here again.

Moreover, thinking of Sheng Yang's attitude just now, Wen Jin couldn't figure out what he was up to.

Even so, she couldn't let personal matters disrupt Stars' work.

Deciding to try her luck, she opened WeChat and pulled up Sheng Yang's chat window, attempting to send him a message.

However, the red exclamation mark that popped up reminded Wen Jin that she was no longer on his friends list.