Liang Muxi stared at Song Jinchuan in shock.
Song Jinchuan, with his keen senses, noticed something and paused mid-step, tilting his head slightly. His amber eyes swept over and landed on Liang Muxi. His brow furrowed in obvious displeasure.
Last night she was still guarding against him, and today she shows up here to “coincidentally” run into him.
What an act.
Liang Muxi caught the shift in his expression but couldn’t understand why he was upset.
Still, theirs was a secret marriage—in public, they were supposed to pretend not to know each other.
So Liang Muxi looked away, lowering her head to pretend to study the hotel brochure.
Several hotel executives had no idea what was happening, watching Song Jinchuan with anxious deference.
The young master had shown up for an inspection without any notice. They’d barely received word and had rushed over without a moment’s pause, still drenched in sweat.
The moment they walked in, the big shot ahead stopped in his tracks, his expression clearly displeased.
Had he found some kind of problem?
A fresh wave of sweat broke out on their brows.
A new broom sweeps clean—this young master had barely taken his post at headquarters and was already pulling the surprise-inspection move. It was going to be the death of them.
Other rich second-generation heirs were all playboys—racing cars or chasing women, never bothering with their family companies.
But this one from Chengxi Group? He had no interest in anything else, devoting himself entirely to work.
Young as he was, he carried himself with a stern, rigid air and an imposing presence that made none of them dare step out of line.
The men wiped their sweat again and again.
Song Jinchuan withdrew his gaze and resumed walking.
Behind him, He Jun glanced at Liang Muxi before following.
Seeing that the young master hadn’t said anything, the hotel executives breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
Soon, the group disappeared into the elevator.
Liang Muxi’s arm was nearly shaken off by Yang Zhenzhen.
“Did you see that? Did you see that? Those people just now—Chengxi Group!”
Of course Liang Muxi knew they were from Chengxi Group.
Yang Zhenzhen’s expression was exaggerated.
“The one—the one in front, the tallest one, the devastatingly handsome one, the drop-dead gorgeous one, the one with incredible presence—”
Liang Muxi cut her off: “Stop describing him. I saw him.”
Yang Zhenzhen: “What I was going to say is, the day before yesterday, he was the one who brought a team to inspect our company.”
Liang Muxi was taken aback.
Song Jinchuan went in person?
Yuguang Advertising was only mid-tier in the industry—did it really require Song Jinchuan, the big president himself, to go inspect it personally?
And that was the day he’d just returned to the capital, the day he’d just assumed the role of CEO at Chengxi Group.
That was way too dedicated!
Then again, it was very much in line with Song Jinchuan’s style.
She didn’t know him well—before yesterday, she couldn’t even remember what he looked like.
But her grandmother was always singing his praises, going on about how capable this grandson of hers was, how seriously he took his work.
She said that after graduating, Song Jinchuan had been stationed at branch offices across the country. Those half-dead subsidiaries, one by one, came back to life under his hand.
In short—wherever there was trouble, that’s where he went.
Yang Zhenzhen finally released Liang Muxi and cupped her face in her hands, grinning like a lovestruck fool.
“Oh my god, that man is so, so handsome. I’m completely smitten.”
“He should be coming back down in a while, right? Muxi, do you think if I go up and ask for his contact info, he’d give it to me?”
Liang Muxi choked on her own saliva and coughed a few times.
“Zhenzhen, I’d advise against that.”
Striking up a conversation with Song Jinchuan to ask for his number? That would end very badly.
Yang Zhenzhen pursed her lips. “Why not? If you don’t dare to try, how do you know it won’t work?”
Liang Muxi didn’t know what to say.
Yang Zhenzhen kept murmuring: “I wonder if he has a girlfriend.”
No girlfriend, but a wife—even if it was fake.
Liang Muxi quickly jumped in: “He definitely does. A man that outstanding would have been claimed long ago. No way he’d end up single.”
Yang Zhenzhen wasn’t giving up: “You never know until you try. Asking won’t cost me anything—worst case, I lose a little face.”
Liang Muxi watched her clench her fist with a determined look.
She let out a helpless sigh.
The lobby had air conditioning, plus free coffee and snacks.
Once Yang Zhenzhen sat down, she didn’t want to move.
Liang Muxi wandered around studying Yufu’s advertising campaigns, then observed the guests coming and going, jotting down notes in her notebook from time to time.
Soon it was noon, and Liang Muxi was getting hungry.
“Zhenzhen, let’s go grab lunch.”
Yang Zhenzhen’s eyes stayed fixed on the elevator direction as she waved her off: “I’m not hungry. Go eat by yourself.”
Liang Muxi went to a fast-food place nearby, ordered two dishes, and sat by the window to eat.
A black custom Bentley pulled up at the curb.
He Jun: “President Song, it’s the missus.”
Song Jinchuan lifted his gaze from the documents, following He Jun’s line of sight.
Liang Muxi sat in the fast-food restaurant, head bowed, focused on her meal.
The food seemed to smell good—she ate with a look of pure satisfaction, and even from a distance, he could see the contented smile on her small face.
Song Jinchuan watched for a moment, lost in thought.
“Transfer a million into her account.”
He Jun was surprised for two seconds before replying, “I’ll take care of it when we get back.”
Song Jinchuan withdrew his gaze. “Let’s go.”
The black Bentley soon merged into the traffic.
After finishing her meal, Liang Muxi returned to Yufu Hotel and found Yang Zhenzhen looking utterly crushed.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Yang Zhenzhen grabbed her arm and said weakly, “I just went to ask that handsome guy for his contact information.”
Liang Muxi understood immediately—he hadn’t given it to her.
“I hadn’t even gotten close to him before his subordinate blocked me, and I had to watch helplessly as he left.”
“Most importantly, I saw a wedding ring on his hand. He’s actually married!”
Liang Muxi froze.
Song Jinchuan was wearing a wedding ring?
How had she not noticed?
Why would Song Jinchuan wear a wedding ring?
Wasn’t he supposed to keep the marriage a secret? Wearing a wedding ring out in public like that—wouldn’t everyone know he was married?
Liang Muxi comforted Yang Zhenzhen for a while, and the two returned to the company.
In the afternoon, Liang Muxi organized the research materials from the day at the company and also checked online to see what netizens were saying about Yu Fu.
She kept busy until it was time to get off work.
She packed up her things, grabbed her canvas bag, and headed out.
As she was approaching the subway entrance, a black car pulled up beside her.
She instinctively turned to look—it was a Bentley, a custom model.
Having entered the advertising industry, she had to know a little about everything.
She happened to have seen the advertisement introduction for this car.
The door opened, and a man got out, walking toward Liang Muxi.
Liang Muxi recognized him as one of Song Jinchuan’s men. Today he had stood behind Song Jinchuan at Yu Fu’s place, and the day before yesterday at the elevator entrance, this man had glanced at her several times.
He Jun walked up to Liang Muxi and said respectfully, “Madam, please get in the car.”
He Jun opened the rear door.
Liang Muxi caught a glimpse of the tall man in the back seat, his long legs slightly apart, holding a tablet in his hand.
As she looked over, Song Jinchuan’s indifferent gaze met hers. Their eyes locked, and Liang Muxi’s heart skipped a beat.
Song Jinchuan averted his gaze and uttered two words: “Get in.”
Liang Muxi figured he probably had something to say, so she quickly climbed in.