After finalizing the revision notes for the first draft, President Shen agreed to sign contracts for two villa renovation projects.
Finally, some results. The moment she stepped out of the lounge, Jiang Wanyin felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders.
“Miss Jiang, where are you from?”
Shen Ci watched the little rabbit before him, whose back seemed to have two radar antennas installed, probing for danger. A slight smile tugged at his lips, his golden hair radiant and gentle, his eyes full of charm.
Jiang Wanyin kept her eyes lowered to the ground: “I’m from Jiang Province.”
Shen Ci couldn’t help but glance sideways at the woman with her head bowed. Her jet-black hair was pinned up with a pearl hairpin, revealing her fair, delicate neck.
From his elevated position, he could glimpse certain extreme whiteness through the cutout design on her chest: “Miss Jiang, would it be convenient to add each other on a contact method?”
“Oh, right, I’ll add you. I’ll send you the revisions once I’ve made them.”
This was her golden goose—it affected her commission!
Jiang Wanyin picked up her phone and opened Cloud Message. Shen Ci also pulled up his QR code.
With a beep, the two successfully became Cloud Message contacts. His account name was Shen Ci (Lucien).
At that moment, the wobbly Q-version doll on the woman’s old phone caught Shen Ci’s attention with its eye color.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then he revealed a warm smile: “This doll has the same hair color as me. What a coincidence.”
Jiang Wanyin picked up the golden-haired doll and looked at it. Apart from the purple eyes, it really did resemble the golden-haired man beside her.
She liked drawing, liked making handicrafts, could design nice clothes herself, draw comics, and such—things she had fantasized about since childhood.
But Jiang Wanyin knew very well that her talent was mediocre. Besides, she had been constantly busy making a living, and even this little doll was something she’d only managed to make in her spare time after starting work.
Jiang Wanyin’s face flushed slightly as she said: “I made this myself. It’s a character from an anime. Prince Huan, though his background is tragic, is very cheerful—a pure and elegant gentleman.”
Someone actually liked purple eyes. He really needed to correct his aesthetic.
Shen Ci casually adjusted his cuff, his voice warm yet carrying a hint of coldness: “Miss Jiang has skillful hands. I wonder if you could make one in my likeness.”
“Huh?”
Jiang Wanyin was somewhat surprised. The man didn’t seem like the type to like wearing such things, and his inquiry seemed to carry a faint tone of command.
“What is it? I want one too!” A strikingly handsome young man with a head of dazzling blue hair popped out from who knows where, grinning as he slung his arm around Shen Ci’s shoulder.
“This is Feng Ziyan.”
Feng Ziyan had noticed from afar that Shen Ci’s eyes were unusually bright when looking at this woman. He raised an eyebrow and probed: “Hey there, pretty lady, do you have a boyfriend?”
Before Jiang Wanyin could answer, Shen Ci gave an apologetic look: “Sorry, he just likes to joke around.”
“Oh, no problem.”
The gentle gentleman easily defused someone else’s awkwardness.
Shen Ci shot Feng Ziyan a sidelong glance, then his expression returned to warmth as he explained to Jiang Wanyin: “I travel frequently for work. This doll reminded me that perhaps I could give my mother a little bit of companionship.”
“It’s for your mother. She should like that. But… my craftsmanship is mediocre, President Shen…”
Jiang Wanyin had initially wanted to suggest he commission a custom piece from a well-known designer, but then thought—would he think she wasn’t even willing to do this small thing? “If you don’t mind, President Shen, I can make one for your mother.”
Shen Ci’s strange request surprised Feng Ziyan. He had known Shen Ci for many years and had never seen him ask a girl for anything.
Given Shen Ci’s looks and status, he had no need for such “pickup artist tricks.”
When he got a look at the doll—oh ho, it was the purple-eyed one.
It was just a doll, so why was Shen Ci being so particular about it? Feng Ziyan watched the two of them with an amused expression.
Shen Ci curved his lips. “Then I’ll thank Miss Jiang in advance. There’s no rush on time—take it slowly.”
“Alright.”
After that, the three of them continued walking out.
With a third person present, Jiang Wanyin’s sensitive radar relaxed slightly.
She secretly studied the man’s superior profile—his lashes were long and curled, his nose was tall, refined, and perfectly proportioned, and his skin was so fine it surpassed 99% of women, completely lacking the coarseness typical of foreigners.
Her gaze drifted downward. Beneath his silver-white shirt, she could faintly discern the vigorous muscles underneath.
Tsk, tsk. This man was definitely the type who looked slim in clothes but was well-built without them.
So this was what the most perfect proportions looked like.
“President Shen, do you have Chinese blood?”
Watching his fingers with their clearly defined tendons as he sent a message on his phone—there was an indescribable elegance to it. Somehow, the question slipped out of Jiang Wanyin’s mouth.
“Our family has Chinese, French, German, and Russian blood.”
A four-way mix?!
Jiang Wanyin blurted out in surprise: “No wonder you’re so perfect-looking.”
“Oh? Then I thank Miss Jiang for the compliment.”
The man’s orchid-blue eyes held a smile as he gave her a brief glance.
Jiang Wanyin felt something gently brush against her heart, and her face instantly burned hot.
The handsome man’s electric charm was too powerful—hard to withstand.
“Hey, what about me?”
Feng Ziyan circled around to Jiang Wanyin’s other side, tilting his head to look at her.
This one was also very good-looking—delicate features, a pair of almond-shaped eyes resembling puppy eyes, caught between youth and young adulthood. He radiated a vibrant vitality, and his sky-blue hair made him look like a manga boy.
“Mr. Feng is very handsome too.”
Jiang Wanyin answered sincerely.
Feng Ziyan grinned. “You’re thinking to yourself, but not as handsome as Brother Ci, right?”
He blinked toward Shen Ci. “I’ll admit defeat to Brother Ci—he’s handsome enough to break out of the universe.”
Shen Ci gave a helpless smile. “What kind of description is that? Me going to the heavens isn’t enough—now I’m out of the universe? Are you trying to have me obliterated so you can take my place?”
Feng Ziyan hopped back and slung an arm around him. “Hehe, of course not. How could I ever wish ill on my big money tree?”
He then tilted his head toward Jiang Wanyin and winked. “Right, Miss Jiang?”
With Feng Ziyan joining in with his teasing, it invisibly drew Jiang Wanyin closer to them.
They chatted a little more, and the three returned to the banquet hall.
The moment they appeared, they became the center of attention.
Jiang Wanyin, under everyone’s gaze, put up a cold, aloof expression to shield herself. Then she noticed that Feng Ziyan had somehow moved to her other side, placing her in the middle of the three.
It gave the illusion of a princess making her entrance, flanked by two handsome knights.
“Miss Jiang hasn’t had dinner yet, has she? Let’s go get something to eat together.”
Shen Ci smiled and led her toward the buffet area. Jiang Wanyin’s tense body relaxed a little. “Mm.”
With a super handsome man beside her, she instinctively chose to eat more delicately. She picked up a cupcake and took small bites.
Shen Ci didn’t eat anything, instead holding a glass of red wine. Though he wasn’t the host of this reception, he was the most dazzling presence, and many people immediately gathered around to converse with him.
Even Jiang Wanyin, who had disappeared and reappeared with Shen Ci and had been standing by his side the whole time, drew many curious glances.
When others asked about her identity, Shen Ci simply responded with “friend.”
But Jiang Wanyin remembered the purpose of this reception that her boss Zhou Hai had constantly emphasized.
The people here were either wealthy or influential—they surely owned multiple properties, all of them target clients, representing deal after deal—
When someone asked about her again, Jiang Wanyin set down her cake, took out her business card, and handed it over. Without any flattery or fawning, she stated calmly: “I’m the interior designer hired by President Shen.”
After handing out several cards, during a moment when no one was around, Shen Ci swirled his glass and said with a light laugh: “Miss Jiang, enjoying the free ride?”
The moment his words fell, he saw the woman’s jade-like face flush with a hint of red. Her eyes darted away, and her snow-cold expression instantly melted.
Shen Ci gave a satisfied, slight smile and said: “You’ve got a bit of cream on the corner of your mouth.”
“Ah?”
Hearing this, Jiang Wanyin grew even more embarrassed. She raised her hand to touch the corner of her lips, and after feeling around a few times, she heard the man say: “It’s right here…”
A trace of warmth brushed across her cheek and disappeared quickly. Shen Ci had already withdrawn his hand, a small speck of white on his fingertip.
“Thank you.”
Jiang Wanyin couldn’t dwell on the inexplicable stir that brief touch had caused.
She hurriedly turned around to grab a tissue. Just as she was about to hand it to Shen Ci, he extended his finger toward her, and she instinctively cupped the back of his hand to wipe it clean.
After only one wipe, Jiang Wanyin shoved the tissue into Shen Ci’s palm and took a small step back, a hint of wariness in her gaze.
Feng Ziyan, standing nearby, and Pei Zhou, not far away, had been watching the whole show of Shen Ci teasing and toying with the young woman.
Both of them were screaming internally—what the hell, Brother Ci is actually proactively flirting with a woman? Has the earth stopped spinning today?
Then, instinctively, they too began observing the woman Shen Ci was treating so differently.
They had seen plenty of beautiful women in their time, but perhaps it was the way this woman looked at them—cold and composed, her eyes holding only pure, clean admiration, with even a hint of avoidance, like a wary little animal instinctively sensing danger—that stirred a man’s hunting instinct and desire to conquer.