Lin Wenhao changed his itinerary that very day and took the high-speed rail back to school.
Jiang Wanyin didn’t feel comfortable pressing him for details. She went back to work overtime, continuing to revise the blueprints. Two days later, good news came from home—her younger brother had been discharged from the hospital.
Just as the design drawings were finalized, Jiang Wanyin opened Cloud Message and looked at the chat window with President Shen.
Aside from the few messages exchanged on the night they first met, they hadn’t spoken since.
She let out a slow breath of relief. She really had been jumping at shadows.
Who was this President Shen, after all? Setting aside the fact that he casually dropped hundreds of millions on a villa, just with looks that ranked among the best in the world—how could he possibly take an interest in someone as ordinary as her?
Perhaps it was because he looked like someone who’d stepped out of a painting. Jiang Wanyin figured her oversensitivity was just her 2D fangirl syndrome acting up.
She sent President Shen the 3D modeling view link via Cloud Message.
It took about two hours before he replied, saying he wanted to discuss it in person.
When the client who signs the checks asks for a face-to-face meeting, there was no choice but to comply.
Jiang Wanyin tried to coordinate a time with President Shen on Cloud Message. Apparently, he had no availability during the day—she could only find him at some gathering in the evening.
What could she do? She had to accommodate the client’s schedule. She certainly couldn’t go to her boss with that as an excuse for failing to coordinate.
At six in the evening, Jiang Wanyin rushed to a private kitchen restaurant.
When she entered the private room, she realized this was probably an intimate gathering—there were only four people in the room.
Good-looking people hung out with good-looking people.
President Shen was already devastatingly handsome, and the others were no slouches either.
By the window stood a man with red hair wearing a floral shirt with ripped holes. He held a glass of red wine, and when he turned at the sound of the door opening, his stunningly beautiful, almost bewitching features nearly blinded Jiang Wanyin.
His loose collar revealed a chest of fair, defined muscles that gleamed with a sensual sheen.
Paired with that dazzling red hair and arrogant gaze, he looked like a comic book heartthrob straight out of a 2D world.
Pei Zhou—the connection her boss had mentioned. At the last cocktail party, his hair had been black and he’d been dressed all proper. Jiang Wanyin had been too nervous to dare look closely back then.
Now with a different hair color and outfit, his entire aura had transformed, radiating intense aggression.
Don’t get a nosebleed, don’t get a nosebleed.
Jiang Wanyin had zero resistance to 2D comic-style men. She pinched her nose as a tactical move, stole a couple of glances, then with reddened ears, redirected her gaze to the impeccably dressed President Shen.
Looking more closely, the blonde-haired President Shen was also exceptionally handsome today.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain, a silver-white shimmering shirt on top, and matching tailored trousers below. Elegant, refined, and utterly striking—you’d think he was the groom at his own wedding.
After Shen Ci exchanged greetings, he introduced her: “That’s Chen Li. You’ve already met Pei Zhou and Ziyan.”
“Hello there, pretty lady!”
Feng Ziyan was a social butterfly, speaking with a cutesy, breathy tone that was annoyingly pleasant to the ears.
After Jiang Wanyin returned the greeting, she followed the direction of President Shen’s slightly lifted chin toward Chen Li on the sofa.
A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes lounged lazily against the sofa, his shirt half-open, revealing a swath of honey-toned chest muscles. His long legs were casually propped on the coffee table, a cigarette pinched between his fingers as he smoked.
Through the swirling smoke, his ruggedly handsome features carried a hint of roguish charm.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette with slender fingers, then swept his sharp, eagle-like gaze over her from head to toe. “So this is the designer with ‘exceptional’ skills that you hired, Lucien?”
Exceptional? Jiang Wanyin was inwardly taken aback. With her level of skill, in a city like the capital where experts were everywhere, she could hardly be described as “exceptional.”
Over there, Shen Ci nodded without a moment’s hesitation. “Yes, her name is Jiang Wanyin. It’s a beautiful name.”
Her name rolled off President Shen’s handsome lips, and Jiang Wanyin felt her ears grow even hotter.
“Hello, Mr. Chen.”
Jiang Wanyin couldn’t very well argue that her skills were only average. For the sake of those shiny little coins, she pulled out her business card and handed it over.
“Heh!” Mr. Chen, who had a bit of a roguish air, took it and let out an inexplicable chuckle.
He must have heard the guilt in her voice, right?
“Let’s eat first. After we finish, I’ll take a look at the design drawings.”
President Shen was still the gentlest.
Under the gaze of four handsome men, Jiang Wanyin felt immense pressure, though the heat on her face had subsided.
For that, she had to be grateful for the “cold and aloof” mask she’d developed from her past fear of men.
The four men sat down around the dining table, with Shen Ci taking the seat of honor and leaving the spot beside him empty.
Jiang Wanyin followed and discreetly surveyed the scene, realizing there were exactly five chairs. If she wanted to sit, she’d have to take the seat next to President Shen.
But that would place the other three men below her—
At that moment, a strange feeling rose in Jiang Wanyin’s heart. She was just a nobody here to report to her client, so how had she suddenly ended up joining them for a meal?
She should have scheduled a time after dinner with President Shen instead.
But it was too late for regrets now. Seeing her still standing, President Shen rose again and gestured. “Miss Jiang, have a seat. Don’t be shy—just a casual meal.”
“Alright, thank you.”
Jiang Wanyin mumbled a reply, keeping her expression natural as she sat down.
Everyone began to eat, and every move the men made revealed their refined upbringing.
Shen Ci used the serving chopsticks to pick up some food and asked, “Does Miss Jiang have an English name?”
“Yes, Lisa.”
Actually, she hadn’t had one before. But the day she’d added Shen Ci on his card and seen his English name, she’d picked a simple one to keep on hand.
She’d had a feeling it might come in handy—and sure enough, it had.
Shen Ci curved his brows. “Lisa, that’s lovely.”
The man’s voice, with its vinyl-like texture and incomparable clarity, made even a simple English name sound impossibly tender.
Jiang Wanyin learned yet again what it meant for one’s ears to “get pregnant.”
She slipped one hand beneath the table and pinched her thigh hard to control her expression. “Thank you.”
That golden-haired young nobleman’s allure was terrifyingly potent. Could she even survive this job and come out “alive”?